Hmmm. I see that earlier in the summer I neglected to tell you that sweet pea was terrorized by an Akita. I was hiking down the side of the mountain when the Akita ran up to me with the owner far behind and calling out something I couldn't hear. The humongous dog paused at me, took a glance and then barreled into sweet pea, rolling her onto the ground. She dog screamed (blood curdling sound- like no other) and tried to run behind trees to hide but the Akita kept pouncing her. Finally she ran past me and I was able to grab the trailing leash of the Akita as he ran past. Then the attack Akita's owner finally made her way down the hill, glanced at sweet pea and said "Medium sized female, figures" still shaking from all the dog screaming and confused at her observation I asked "Your dog has problems with females?" and she responded "Oh no, if it was a male dog there would be blood.'"
What the mother fucking fuck??? This is a place where people take their dogs for hikes!!
It took hours of my heart to stop beating like crazy.
Anyway, as if I don't have twenty other things (underestimate) to spend my life worrying about I now spend every morning hike worrying about bumping into the attack killer blood thirsty akita and his completely irresponsible owner. Once I saw her car parked at the very same woods and waited in mine until she emerged and left. Once I turned around and left when I saw her at the dam. Lately I have been going other places just to not bump into them. And this morning I was somewhere where I just started going in an attempt to not bump into them and she strolled in. Sweet pea barked once, I saw who it was and quickly grabbed sweet pea's collar and pulled her against my leg, fully prepared to punch that nasty blood thirsty attack akita in the face if it came anywhere near her. I called to the woman and said "It is completely irresponsible of you to bring a vicious dog you can not control to places where there might be other dogs!" She called back "Control your own dog." which made no sense at all since sweet pea was against my leg and quietly sitting on my left hiking boot when she said that. I hate them both.
I also hate that the owner has a handicap permit hanging from her windshield. Rumor has it that at some point the dog pulled over and she broke a leg. Everyone knows about the vicious akita. But my feeling is that if she is able to hike down a mountain she can walk the parking lot into the grocery store, right? I hate people who fake being handicapped for better parking spots.
Except in this summer of sadness I barely have the energy to hate someone. Hate is a real drain.