So.. sometimes I feel like the guy on the Kleenex commercial, the guy with the blue couch and the box of tissues and people sit and tell him their stories, and they cry and he listens. Except, I'm not sitting out there inviting people to come up and tell me their life stories.
People will come up and make the usual comments. "That's the biggest dog I have ever seen." "Is that a Dalmation?" "How much does she weigh?".. The list goes on. And then, you'd think after they pet her, got their stupid (and often uneducated) comments out of the way, they'd walk away, letting us continue on with whatever we were doing.
No. Somehow they start talking about all the pets they have ever owned or known. And you'd think ok, sure. My dog reminds me of their dog. But then they start talking - dead serious, this happened on Sunday - about the dead animal they saw on the side of the road that morning. Um. Do you really think I want to hear that??
I just don't understand how me taking my dog for a walk out in public somehow makes people think I want to hear about their life story and stand and listen to them. I'm out for a walk, not to stand out here with a stranger I don't care about.
Anyway, the only thing I've figured out that works is to just walk faster and try to get away before they can make their comments. Or maybe I should start saying to people, "Yes, yes she does bite. Stay away."
