I don't have a dog, so I can't say I know how to walk a dog from personal experience. But, come on, it's not that hard.
Step One: Put a leash on your dog.
Step Two: Walk on the left side of the road or a sidewalk.
Step Three: Avoid traffic.
Simple, right?
You'd think so. But...no.
Today on the way home from errands I saw two examples of how not to walk your dog.
The first lady was doing something correctly, she was using a sidewalk on a busy road so as to not endanger her dog. She was doing a great job of keeping her dog safe and out of traffic.
But, my problem with her was that she was PUSHING her dog - not walking - PUSHING. As in, the dog was enclosed in a mesh stroller and she was pushing him.
Really?!
Don't dogs enjoy being outside on walks? Don't they love the sights and smells of nature? Don't they like peeing every 5 seconds on everything they pass? They can do none of these things from an enclosed stroller. It was one of the most ridiculous things I've ever seen.
The second dog-walker I passed was actually a pair of dog walkers - so they were doubly disappointing. Again, they had one part right, but seemed to neglect the second and third step.
It was a couple and they each had a dog on a leash. Congratulations! You're letting your dog use their own legs and explore the outdoors under your supervision. Way to go!
But...these bozos were walking on the right side of the road, in the middle of the right side of the road. What made this worse was when they heard our car coming (cause how could you NOT hear our car) they didn't budge! They didn't move a foot out of the way. They didn't even pull their dogs in close to protect them from the car. How can you just ignore oncoming machinery that could kill your pet? How can you keep walking in the middle of the road when a car is coming?
How do you know that the driver sees you and is going to drive around you? You can't know that. It's especially hard to know that when you're walking on the wrong side of the road and therefore don't even see the driver.
The driver could be texting, or talking on the phone, or rocking out to some sweet Steve Winwood jams - in other words - they could be distracted and not see you!
(And yes, I'm aware that if the driver of a car was texting while driving and hit you and your dog, it'd be their fault. But take some personal responsibility and get out of the way. Geez.)
That's why you step to the side of the road when a car comes. It's not only polite, it's what's safest for you and your dogs.
So, in case you all missed it - when walking your dog:
Let the dog walk, stay on the left side of the road, and step to the side of the road when a car comes.
/End Rant.
Showing posts with label Things that annoy me. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Things that annoy me. Show all posts
Monday, September 3, 2012
Friday, October 15, 2010
Blow You Like a Hurricane
...things that annoy me...
Before I go any further, this post is not about what you think it is- so get yer mind outta the gutter. It's about the classic rock song, Rock You Like a Hurricane by The Scorpions
Why does this song annoy me? Why do I have to change the station every time this song comes on the radio? Why has my husband gotten sick and tired of hearing me rant about this song?
Because hurricanes don't rock, they blow. Hurricanes are driven by wind - wind blows.
It's scientific fact. Seriously. Go look it up if you don't believe me.
Now, a better phrase would have been Rock You Like an Earthquake. Why? Earthquakes are made from rocks shifting and grinding. They cause the earth to rumble and shake beneath your feet. The whole thing is driven by rocks. Therefore, if something in nature is rocking...most likely it's caused by an earthquake.
So to clarify:
Earthquakes Rock
Hurricanes Blow
I will accept one of the two lyrics in substitution:
Rock you like an earthquake
or
Blow you like a hurricane.
The next time you sing along with this song, please substitute one of the above lyrics and show your support for scientific accuracy in rock music.
Before I go any further, this post is not about what you think it is- so get yer mind outta the gutter. It's about the classic rock song, Rock You Like a Hurricane by The Scorpions
Why does this song annoy me? Why do I have to change the station every time this song comes on the radio? Why has my husband gotten sick and tired of hearing me rant about this song?
Because hurricanes don't rock, they blow. Hurricanes are driven by wind - wind blows.
It's scientific fact. Seriously. Go look it up if you don't believe me.
Now, a better phrase would have been Rock You Like an Earthquake. Why? Earthquakes are made from rocks shifting and grinding. They cause the earth to rumble and shake beneath your feet. The whole thing is driven by rocks. Therefore, if something in nature is rocking...most likely it's caused by an earthquake.
So to clarify:
Earthquakes Rock
Hurricanes Blow
I will accept one of the two lyrics in substitution:
Rock you like an earthquake
or
Blow you like a hurricane.
The next time you sing along with this song, please substitute one of the above lyrics and show your support for scientific accuracy in rock music.
Thursday, October 14, 2010
Old People and B.O.
...things that annoy me...
Yep, this post is about Body Odor, 'cause someone's got to say something...and apparently that someone is me.
It's a strange phenomenon that happens as people age: they forget that B.O. exists. They think they smell fine. They think that B.O. only comes from sweating and as they don't sweat, they don't smell.
They are wrong...so very wrong, and we're paying for this mistake. 'Cause the person with the BO doesn't know they have it...but the rest of us find out every time they lift their arms to wave, or a gust of wind blows those smelly particles into our nostrils.
I've been having this problem with my own Grandma, whom I love. But love doesn't deodorize the armpits. One time my mom and I tried to tell her kindly and sweetly (with lots of love and kisses) that she had bad B.O. and needed to start putting on deodorant every day.
It did not go well.
You would have thought that we told her we just killed an innocent kitten, she was that upset. She started to cry and refused to accept the fact that she smelled bad. I can see her reasoning...she didn't smell anything, so the smell couldn't exist. But B.O. doesn't follow the normal laws of nature. Even if you don't smell it, the smell is still there - lingering and waiting for an unaccustomed nose to get close before *BAM* it hits you like a brick wall. (Or a wall made of moldy old cheese, which is more likely as this is a smelly wall.)
This is something that all of us have to look forward to as we age. A complete ignorance when it comes to body odor.
Old people seem to forget what it was like to be around smelly people, or how hard (and necessary) it was to get their 12 year old son to wear deodorant.
I remember when my youngest brother got to that 'smelly' stage. It took a bit of time and a lot of 'Did you put on deodorant today?' But eventually he got the message and altered his habits so that we didn't have to suffer. Did he ever smell a bad odor on himeself? Probably not...but that didn't mean it wasn't there.
I've resigned to the fact that my Grandma will always have B.O. I try to think of it as one of her quirks. But what I try to do the most is not breathe in too deeply when I give her a hug.
Yep, this post is about Body Odor, 'cause someone's got to say something...and apparently that someone is me.
It's a strange phenomenon that happens as people age: they forget that B.O. exists. They think they smell fine. They think that B.O. only comes from sweating and as they don't sweat, they don't smell.
They are wrong...so very wrong, and we're paying for this mistake. 'Cause the person with the BO doesn't know they have it...but the rest of us find out every time they lift their arms to wave, or a gust of wind blows those smelly particles into our nostrils.
I've been having this problem with my own Grandma, whom I love. But love doesn't deodorize the armpits. One time my mom and I tried to tell her kindly and sweetly (with lots of love and kisses) that she had bad B.O. and needed to start putting on deodorant every day.
It did not go well.
You would have thought that we told her we just killed an innocent kitten, she was that upset. She started to cry and refused to accept the fact that she smelled bad. I can see her reasoning...she didn't smell anything, so the smell couldn't exist. But B.O. doesn't follow the normal laws of nature. Even if you don't smell it, the smell is still there - lingering and waiting for an unaccustomed nose to get close before *BAM* it hits you like a brick wall. (Or a wall made of moldy old cheese, which is more likely as this is a smelly wall.)
This is something that all of us have to look forward to as we age. A complete ignorance when it comes to body odor.
Old people seem to forget what it was like to be around smelly people, or how hard (and necessary) it was to get their 12 year old son to wear deodorant.
I remember when my youngest brother got to that 'smelly' stage. It took a bit of time and a lot of 'Did you put on deodorant today?' But eventually he got the message and altered his habits so that we didn't have to suffer. Did he ever smell a bad odor on himeself? Probably not...but that didn't mean it wasn't there.
I've resigned to the fact that my Grandma will always have B.O. I try to think of it as one of her quirks. But what I try to do the most is not breathe in too deeply when I give her a hug.
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