Many of you know Buster and I take nightly walks. They are normally taken after midnight. He and I savor the pleasure of taking several and many out door pisses. At that time of the day we normally have the world to ourselves.
This is good because Buster has zero social and all othe counter cultural skills. He barks and raises hell when seeing people, animals, and things during the wee hours. I raised him that way. Wanting him to be a free man/dog without being encumbered by pc, pussification, or any other kind of new age weird constraints. He and I both cherish and embrace our male hood. Any way he is a crude pissing machine.
For some silly assed reason (last week) we decided to go out about 9pm. Things started out just fine. The night was magnificent. There was soothing south breeze gently making its way thru the night. There were immense cumulus clouds floating across the heavens trying to keep up with the breeze.
The night sounds are like an orchestra to my ears. I love the frogs and all the other creatures of the night. The moon was just starting to rise above the east tree line. All and all , I live for these moments.
Back to the walk. We headed off in a westerly direction. Buster had already scored two pisses. We’re walking at a leisurely pace. My soul is refreshing itself and I feel young and strong and I turn my imagination loose.
As the moonbeams filter down thru the trees creating mysterious shadows and the breeze whispering thru the branches, I feel like the night is conversing to me in our own special language. Men, I love life and can’t wait to see what else is around the corner.
So we’re strolling along when Buster gives me his serious growl. I look down at him to see where he’s looking.
Let me interject this side note at this point. I’ve never been a fearful man. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not a chest beater trying to show the world that I’m some kind of bad ass. But life has taught me that there are solutions to most dilemmas. Besides, I never go on walks without being armed lol. Tonight I’m carrying a Glock 10mm and a significant sized folding knife.
Back to the growl. I look up and see this pear shaped dude walking towards us. Btw we’re in a neighborhood walking on sidewalks. He’s about 50 yards out and coming toward us. Buster is on his leash so I step to the left (in the street) to give my fellow night traveler a little elbow room.
As we pull abreast, I nod my head in greeting. He stops walking and looks at me and says. Mister, if you can’t keep your dog quiet he should stay at home. I look at him to see if he’s serious and see that he is.
I look at him a few more seconds and say, sir, I apologize for his dog behavior, so we’ll cross the street and we’ll all get on with our walk. I’m about half way across the street when he speaks up again.
Mister, I mean it, you should keep the dog home. I stop and think , what the hell is this guy up to. So I turn back facing him figuring I need to get a read on him. He’s standing there with his hands on his wide hips (remember he’s shaped like a pear), probably early 59s.
So I make strong eye contact with him and say. Mister, here’s the deal. Old Busters got all his shots , is duly licensed, has his tag, and is on a lease. (By now I’m starting to get a little pissed. ). So legally he has as much right to be on the street as you and I.
I notice that he is wanting to disengage but I’m not thru. Even tho you insulted him, I’m not going to turn him loose because he’d run over there and tear you a new asshole. I’m also giving him the hairy eyeball and have taken a step in his direction. My crudeness and language hits him like a wet rag.
The guy is totally shocked. He’s dropped his hands to his side, his mouth is open, and his eyes have gotten big.. I immediately calm down and say, look, don’t say another word , turn around and just continue your walk. He says ok, turns around and beats feet. Busters still fussing at him.
Now I’ve got to decide, am I going to let this asshole ruin the rest of my walk. So we turned around and started walking and after about 10 min I was chuckling about the deal.
Fellas, I know this sounds like some kind of cock and bull story but sadly it happened. But ol Buster and I learned, no more early walks. We’ll leave that time of the evening to all the puss boys and other assholes.
Later Brahs.
This is good because Buster has zero social and all othe counter cultural skills. He barks and raises hell when seeing people, animals, and things during the wee hours. I raised him that way. Wanting him to be a free man/dog without being encumbered by pc, pussification, or any other kind of new age weird constraints. He and I both cherish and embrace our male hood. Any way he is a crude pissing machine.
For some silly assed reason (last week) we decided to go out about 9pm. Things started out just fine. The night was magnificent. There was soothing south breeze gently making its way thru the night. There were immense cumulus clouds floating across the heavens trying to keep up with the breeze.
The night sounds are like an orchestra to my ears. I love the frogs and all the other creatures of the night. The moon was just starting to rise above the east tree line. All and all , I live for these moments.
Back to the walk. We headed off in a westerly direction. Buster had already scored two pisses. We’re walking at a leisurely pace. My soul is refreshing itself and I feel young and strong and I turn my imagination loose.
As the moonbeams filter down thru the trees creating mysterious shadows and the breeze whispering thru the branches, I feel like the night is conversing to me in our own special language. Men, I love life and can’t wait to see what else is around the corner.
So we’re strolling along when Buster gives me his serious growl. I look down at him to see where he’s looking.
Let me interject this side note at this point. I’ve never been a fearful man. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not a chest beater trying to show the world that I’m some kind of bad ass. But life has taught me that there are solutions to most dilemmas. Besides, I never go on walks without being armed lol. Tonight I’m carrying a Glock 10mm and a significant sized folding knife.
Back to the growl. I look up and see this pear shaped dude walking towards us. Btw we’re in a neighborhood walking on sidewalks. He’s about 50 yards out and coming toward us. Buster is on his leash so I step to the left (in the street) to give my fellow night traveler a little elbow room.
As we pull abreast, I nod my head in greeting. He stops walking and looks at me and says. Mister, if you can’t keep your dog quiet he should stay at home. I look at him to see if he’s serious and see that he is.
I look at him a few more seconds and say, sir, I apologize for his dog behavior, so we’ll cross the street and we’ll all get on with our walk. I’m about half way across the street when he speaks up again.
Mister, I mean it, you should keep the dog home. I stop and think , what the hell is this guy up to. So I turn back facing him figuring I need to get a read on him. He’s standing there with his hands on his wide hips (remember he’s shaped like a pear), probably early 59s.
So I make strong eye contact with him and say. Mister, here’s the deal. Old Busters got all his shots , is duly licensed, has his tag, and is on a lease. (By now I’m starting to get a little pissed. ). So legally he has as much right to be on the street as you and I.
I notice that he is wanting to disengage but I’m not thru. Even tho you insulted him, I’m not going to turn him loose because he’d run over there and tear you a new asshole. I’m also giving him the hairy eyeball and have taken a step in his direction. My crudeness and language hits him like a wet rag.
The guy is totally shocked. He’s dropped his hands to his side, his mouth is open, and his eyes have gotten big.. I immediately calm down and say, look, don’t say another word , turn around and just continue your walk. He says ok, turns around and beats feet. Busters still fussing at him.
Now I’ve got to decide, am I going to let this asshole ruin the rest of my walk. So we turned around and started walking and after about 10 min I was chuckling about the deal.
Fellas, I know this sounds like some kind of cock and bull story but sadly it happened. But ol Buster and I learned, no more early walks. We’ll leave that time of the evening to all the puss boys and other assholes.
Later Brahs.
