a story (sort of)

Over the last week there has been an issue that mom has been fighting. I am proud to say that I have been by her side every step of the way.
To break it down, there's a park a big nasty female dog (in the distance her owner) and me.
It all began when mom and I were causally walking around in the park, minding our business. The sun was out, the polish drunks were where they always are, and all the pigeon's were eating the stale bread that people leave out for them. As we were walking out of the corner of mom's eye is a dog.


Now this dog is unlike any dog we have ever seen. It was big, had some muscles, a large behind and weird died hair. I wonder why that dog would want to have her natural hair color covered up? For it to be big, well that's how they come.
The dog who we will call (the barker) from now on seemed to be on a leash of some kind but it was clear she had her owner fooled about the evil that was in her eyes. Or else that leash would have been really tight.
The barker starts approaching mom and me, straining on her leash, her eyes and neck buldging, she looks disgusting. Without any provoking she just starts barking and barking. Now you can imagine the surprise and distress that accompanies a verbal attack like that. At first we freeze and look around to see if anyone besides her owner saw. No one did. We try and look at the the barkers owner but the owner is the type that is distant, works a lot and is smart at anything other than human interaction.

Mom and I decided not to do anything and see if we can walk farther away. This tactic works for the first day.

The next morning mom and I decide we will walk in the park again, hoping that the barker incident would be a one time thing. We are causally walking and playing in the grass (I'm eating it), when again out of nowhere comes the barker and at the end of her long long leash is her owner. The owner looked to have gotten a extra long leash so that they would not have to walk much to keep up with the dog.
The barker is perticurally drooly today and her died hair is wind blown and cracking off. I hide behind mom who this time looks the ugly barker right in the eyes, to try and figure out why she is barking and barking and barking at us. The eye contact that mom makes only angers the barker more and she starts straining and twisting trying to get out of her collar to come as close as she can.
This time mom tries to get the attention of the owner and draw attention from the other people in the park. To her surprise no one in the park pays any attention, they just continue reading their papers and minding their own business.
Mom decided to try and say something back to the barker, but the barking is just too loud for mom to get a word in edge wise. The barker looks as if she got to us and got what she wanted she would attack us until we were dead or at least badly hurt. Mom is starting to get a bit scared and picks me up and walks very fast away back to the safety of our home.
That night all mom can think about is how to get the barker to stop barking and over reacting. The barker picked us out of no where and has decided to try and make our lives hell. Unfortunately it is not going to work. We are too happy and have too many things going for us to let a little barking from a big ugly dog ruin our day.


That night we hatch a plan to get the barker to stop barking or at least reprimanded by her owner. (long story short leaving out the details of the plan) The next day mom and I embark on our walk in the park again.
To our surprise we are walking for about an hour and there is no sign of the barker, the sun is shining and all the other people in the park are smiling and having a good time. Even the Polish bums look happy and are taking extra shots of Vodka. We play around on the grass a bit more and decide to head home. As we are nearing our home we see the barkers owner, he is frantically calling for the barker. He stops near us and tells us that the barker has gotten off the leash and is loose. Mom starts to panic, picked me up and starts scanning the park for the big, dirty nasty barker.
Just as mom is going to stop looking she hears the barkers owner scream out the dog's name. Mom turns and sees the barker across the street pacing and barking and gearing up to cross and attack us. Mom looks for a tree or a car that she could climb, and right as she sees the perfect car to climb on the barker starts running across the big busy street right towards us. The dog is fast but not fast enough. Mom has me gripped tight in her arms and right as she reaches the car she is going to climb up on she stops because the barkers owner starts screaming so loud it gives us chills.

Right then everything starts happening in slow motion. Rounding the corner going faster than ever is a truck, is slams in to the barker right as the barker is almost to our side of the street. All the barkers died hair flies off with the wind as the truck crunchs the barkers body.
This got the whole parks attention and people come running over, mom puts me down and goes over to the barkers owner who is looking at the crumpled body of the barker under the big truck. More and more people crowd around and I sneak a closer look at the barker, she turns to me and with her last dyeing breath lets out a small bark.

Mom picks me up and takes me away and starts to explain to me that anyone or thing that is mean for the sake of being mean will always loose in the end. And that because the barker barked at us and had no love and attention from her owner, and probally did not have a good life ended up getting hurt. What goes around comes around.