An Ode to Jerky Pet Parents
Please don’t make me mace your dog
He will not like the yucky fog
I know he’s so well trained and all
Perhaps he didn’t hear you call?
My own dog’s leashed, it is the law
The park sign spells it out, I saw
An ordinance to protect me
From dogs like yours, running free
You say he’s friendly, but I wonder
His teeth are bared, his growl like thunder
He’s getting closer, in my space
There goes the lid from my can of mace
We’ve been attacked three times before,
By saintly dogs (the owners swore)
Dogs so pure they’d never bite
Except for this one little fight
I must protect my dog and I
I must let doggie mace spray fly
I wish you loved your puppy dog
Enough to save him from the fog
That sounds like our neighborhood. There always seem to be dogs running loose . . . and one of them attacked someone down the street.
ReplyDeleteIsn't it just the pits? And if your dog doesn't respond after the first call, he's not trained and shouldn't be off-leash--for his protection as well. Grrr.
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