Dog Park Story
If you have read any of my other stories you will know that I have a dog
named Jack Russell. Mr. Russell came from the dog pound after being
returned by two other families. He has tons of energy and a mind of his
own. I love him with all my heart. If someone offered me one million
dollars I would not consider selling him. Of course, some of my
neighbors might willing give him to the trash man. I might feel the same
way if he weren't my baby. He willingly bites if you are bad and he likes to
go out at about 3 am and bark at stray cats (he has a dog door).
Back to the dog park. Brevard County opened a dog park at Wickham Park
in 2005. I was so excited. Jack could now run with his friends off leash in
a controlled environment. Off leash is where my story begins. Off leash
means freedom of choice. Freedom of choice to pursue his own interests
without Momma tugging and saying NO NO. Freedom of choice to show
off his individual personality. Freedom of choice to do whatever he fells
inclined to do and that is where the trouble started.
When I turned Jack loose in the small dog area he could not’ believe he
had freedom to do whatever. Well, the first thing he did was jump a white
fluffy male and hump his head (you know the kind that are wearing
sunglasses or a cute little outfit). I know that dogs hump to show
dominance but I thought it was the other end. Well, I can tell you that white
fluffy’s momma was horrified. She acted as though I had brought a pervert
to the yard. She grabbed white fluffy and stomped over to me and
proceeded to educate me on what she thought was proper dog park
etiquette, which didn’t include humping fluffy’s face. Of course, Jack went
on to other endeavors as I faced the onslaught of an angry dog momma.
Welcome to the dog park, Susan.
On our next trip to the dog park, I take Mr. Russell’s daddy, Mike. Mike is 6’
4”, well built, and handsome. I think, OK, now I won’t have any trouble,
Mike is here and no woman would dare give me a hard time. I was right.
No trouble until Jack sat down and scooted his behind in the grass. A very
pretty tall blond lady saw Jack do the scoot, and immediately got up and
came right over to Mike, not me, to my man and decided to educate him on
male dog anal glands. Anal glands…I can guarantee you Mike did not
want to know they existed. She quickly informed Mike that he had big
trouble and he needed to clear his anal glands. Then, she proceeds to
describe the procedure in detail, including putting on rubber gloves like
the doctors use for prostate exams, putting your index finger up his rear
end, finding the gland and squeezing. Next she describes this horribly
smelly fluid that comes out, and to be ready to catch it with a towel. This
lady is standing close to my man and really talking earnestly to him and I
am not liking it. If I were a dog I would have bitten her. I am getting really
really jealous. When Mike comes back and sits down by me, I asked, well,
what was that about? He said you won’t believe it! I took Jack to the vet,
no squeezing for us.
We gave the park one more try and Jack decided to chase butterflies off in
a corner by himself. That was the end of our dog park days. Mike didn’t
want to think we had a gay dog. The humping of white fluffy and the
butterflies while all the other boys were rough housing did it.
named Jack Russell. Mr. Russell came from the dog pound after being
returned by two other families. He has tons of energy and a mind of his
own. I love him with all my heart. If someone offered me one million
dollars I would not consider selling him. Of course, some of my
neighbors might willing give him to the trash man. I might feel the same
way if he weren't my baby. He willingly bites if you are bad and he likes to
go out at about 3 am and bark at stray cats (he has a dog door).
Back to the dog park. Brevard County opened a dog park at Wickham Park
in 2005. I was so excited. Jack could now run with his friends off leash in
a controlled environment. Off leash is where my story begins. Off leash
means freedom of choice. Freedom of choice to pursue his own interests
without Momma tugging and saying NO NO. Freedom of choice to show
off his individual personality. Freedom of choice to do whatever he fells
inclined to do and that is where the trouble started.
When I turned Jack loose in the small dog area he could not’ believe he
had freedom to do whatever. Well, the first thing he did was jump a white
fluffy male and hump his head (you know the kind that are wearing
sunglasses or a cute little outfit). I know that dogs hump to show
dominance but I thought it was the other end. Well, I can tell you that white
fluffy’s momma was horrified. She acted as though I had brought a pervert
to the yard. She grabbed white fluffy and stomped over to me and
proceeded to educate me on what she thought was proper dog park
etiquette, which didn’t include humping fluffy’s face. Of course, Jack went
on to other endeavors as I faced the onslaught of an angry dog momma.
Welcome to the dog park, Susan.
On our next trip to the dog park, I take Mr. Russell’s daddy, Mike. Mike is 6’
4”, well built, and handsome. I think, OK, now I won’t have any trouble,
Mike is here and no woman would dare give me a hard time. I was right.
No trouble until Jack sat down and scooted his behind in the grass. A very
pretty tall blond lady saw Jack do the scoot, and immediately got up and
came right over to Mike, not me, to my man and decided to educate him on
male dog anal glands. Anal glands…I can guarantee you Mike did not
want to know they existed. She quickly informed Mike that he had big
trouble and he needed to clear his anal glands. Then, she proceeds to
describe the procedure in detail, including putting on rubber gloves like
the doctors use for prostate exams, putting your index finger up his rear
end, finding the gland and squeezing. Next she describes this horribly
smelly fluid that comes out, and to be ready to catch it with a towel. This
lady is standing close to my man and really talking earnestly to him and I
am not liking it. If I were a dog I would have bitten her. I am getting really
really jealous. When Mike comes back and sits down by me, I asked, well,
what was that about? He said you won’t believe it! I took Jack to the vet,
no squeezing for us.
We gave the park one more try and Jack decided to chase butterflies off in
a corner by himself. That was the end of our dog park days. Mike didn’t
want to think we had a gay dog. The humping of white fluffy and the
butterflies while all the other boys were rough housing did it.
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