Fight

Blobby isn't one for violence. 

Yes, I can be quick to anger and for sure I can hold a grudge. But physical violence?  I'm not sure I'd even snatch the weave off a drag queen. I mean, that's kind of a death wish. 

Yet here I was, with Shep, headed to a dog park in the middle of the day. I just needed to get him out and about and thought it would be a change of pace. 

I selected the park carefully. We've been there before and have never seen a human soul. That's what for what I was hoping this time. No such luck. 

Only one guy and his dog. A biggish dog, but he seemed nice and attentive and wanting to play as we approached. 

If you've ever been to any dog park, there are at least two gates: one to the outside going to a 'staging area' to get leashes on and off, and then one into the actual open green area. 

So I get there and the second gate is open, so the big dog is at the first gate. I hate when dogs crowd the entrance, it is all very antagonistic. The owner gets up off his ass and ambles down while on his flip phone, and I'm thinking he'll close the gate and control his dog. 

A.) The guy can barely walk so it takes forever. B.) He is no position to be able to control his dog. 

Mind you, the dog isn't being bad, but he can't get him to move into the park away from the fence. I'm guessing Tank was about 110 lbs. He was cute, wagging his tail and whining to play.....but also had on a flack vest. 

The guy - who looks like a barely homed Viet Nam Vet - asks if Shep is a boy or a girl. I say boy and he finally shuts the gate. I take off Shep's leash and go to the gate. 

"What are you doing you asshole?? You can't go in there! Tank doesn't like boy dogs".   

My dander is now officially up. Go figure. 

I respond with "that sounds like a You problem. This is a public dog park, not your private one. You don't get to police who comes in and who does not.  The tells me to fuck off and go find another dog park. 

Now, I don't want Shep to actually go in if the dog is going to be aggressive, but now for me it is about the principle of the situation. The "fuck off" kind of sent me off. 

Some verbal sparring went on - all while he was still on the phone mind you - and then he told me he'd beat my ass. 

Blobby has never had a physical fight in his life. I'm not built for it physically or mentally.............until now. We didn't - but it was weird how I felt that I gladly would engage in violence with this guy. I've never felt that before in my existence.

He didn't like it when I laughed at him. I may have said something like, since he so stable with walking, I'm not really worried about you coming after me. I may not have been that nice. Granted, he could have had a gun or knife, but he'd have to put that fucking phone down first and Motorola Razors probably show up on Antiques Roadshow now, so......he wasn't gonna do that. 

I flipped him off, told him to eat shit (and maybe a 'suck my dick' for good measure) and left him there....still blocking the gate to let me - or anyone else - in. 

I've made a note in my non-flip phone to discuss my anger / violence with my shrink. I don't know if it means a thing or not, or just a bad day. It was just out of character. 

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