This evening, I was walking m dogs and tripped and fell. We were walking up Bodine toward Liberty Lands and one dog, Griffin, had to be recalled as I had dropped his lead during my fall. As I waited for him to return, which took two (!) calls, I saw the young couple with a baby strapped to the gentleman step into the street.
I understand fear of dogs. Or that my demeanor, dress or reputation might induce fear, horror or what have you! However, I simply do not understand anyone who is fearful/horrified or what have you at least asking if I am alright.
Once I had hold of Griffin, I looked back to see the lovely young people continuing on, as if nothing had happened. Any of you who know me know full well my size (18 on a good day) and so with the dogs, this was a 300lb event. Tough to miss.
So, being the rudie that I am, I called back to them, and finally got the "Are you alright?" response. Too little, too late. So I replied that I hoped their baby met better people than them in a crisis.
In the park, we met Alex, a precocious eight going on forty young girl. Of her own mind, she offered wet towels for my knee and advice for its care once I got home.
Later, we ran into Cosmo, who's owner saved Katerina. He suggested that I should post here, if only to save his ears from a rant about the sort of people who now live here. So, as I must have offended some, feel free to reply about how well you know this area and just how you are a better example of the recent influx of people who seem to think a greeting is bit too much and that concern for others is above and beyond.
Yes, I am cranky and being a bitch. I am sure to apologize later, but I have some one in the 'hood who needs me right now. So, I'll check back once I've returned to my usual mental (lol) state. But, I just have to add: When I moved into this area about twenty years ago, I met a gentleman named Juan. We'd walk together sometimes, if that suited, until he had to move South to care for his mother.
He would greet everyone as they passed and at that time, it seemed as if everyone knew him. I was so impressed, I tried to adopt that openness. Which I know in my case needs a bit of trimming! But I miss that general acknowledgement that our neighbourhood had. Is it just me?
"Not every behavior a dog does should be interpreted as telling, taken as something intrinsic or fantastic; sometimes they just are, just as we are." Horowitz