I barked away a nutter today
Rode our bikes to the playground by the primary school like we do every weekend. Kid decides to ride through the wet grass and I ride with her to the edge of the playground. Husband stays on the paved path and approaches the center of the playground where folks usually park their bikes. Out of nowhere a nasty barking thing comes barreling toward him. He attempts to abruptly turn his bike around but in the process falls off his bike into the mud. Nutter (older female) walks over quickly trying to leash the nasty thing. Husband gets up and doesn’t appear obviously injured but is covered in mud and clearly bewildered and also trying to stay away from the nasty thing. While this takes place I am rapidly approaching the scene, having told kid to stay on the other side of the playground away from this, and in an authoritative voice that I truly don’t know where came from, I find myself ordering this woman to leash her dog immediately, and I’m barking (pun intended) all sorts of admonishments and commands at her quite loudly. She did succeed in leashing the dog and I continued yelling things to the effect of, “this is a children’s playground not a dog park” and “you literally walked right past a sign saying dogs must be leashed.” (There was no one else at the playground; the nutter was not with any children.) I continued my tirade as she hightailed it out of there. I also began filming her. As she rounded the corner of the school building, I could see that she had actually begun RUNNING away. And this lady looked like she probably hadn’t run in 15 years. At this point I realized she got her comeuppance — I scared her at least as much if not more than she scared my family. Good riddance nutter! I watched her as she continued running away for the next quarter mile, until she was out of my field of vision. (Husband is ok thankfully; just muddy.)