Day153; Footnotes of a Forced Hand

I did not want to do that. I have gone out of my way and tolerated more than I should have, to get out of doing that. But after this morning, I felt that I had no choice. I told my nephew that I didn’t want to turn into a ‘Karen’ and I honestly don’t feel that I have. This time, I think was justified. Even though I still didn’t like taking that action.

What am I talking about? What brought about my forced hand? Only the following.


I knew it was going to happen. It had happened every day for the last several days in a row. There was no doubt that it was coming, I simply didn’t know when. To be prepared, I went ahead and got dressed early. No sense in another day of outside in my pajamas, in my own yard or not.  As the morning passed, I allowed myself to be lulled into a false sense of security. Suddenly the unmistakable noise began. Barking that grew louder, stronger, and angrier with each passing second. I ran outside to see my dogs attempting to get at the neighbor’s dog that was all the way down my drive and trying to get inside my fence. As the fracas continued, I saw the other neighbor’s dog come running across the yard to join into the weird battle / near battle, going on.


Both of my dogs wear training collars. When these dogs are this worked up, they don’t really register the hits from the collars. They may hesitate, but jump right back into the fight. Which is incredibly frustrating when my dogs are usually well behaved and obedient. But they guard and protect what is theirs and the yard is theirs. Thank all that is good for strong fencing.

The white dog was running back and forth along my fence on the outside, while mine were doing the same on the inside. At one point they turned on each other but I grabbed Bella by the tail, because I could catch her legs and pulled backwards. This distracted her enough that she and Molly left each other alone and went back to the fence and the neighbor’s dogs.  I finally managed to grab Molly and get her inside but Bella was not having it. For a dog who had been acting lazy and content to stretch out in the floor in this room, she was full of got to get that dog energy.

That white dog discovered that there was a gap in the main area of fence and my flowerbed. It still couldn’t get in to where my dog was, so it ran back and forth along that fence on one side with my Bella on the other. I’m not as young as I once was, trying to catch an angry dog is not easy.


By this time, the white dog had gotten back outside and was back running the fence along the drive. I can’t be sure, but it appeared that there were three young children, trying to catch the two neighbor’s dogs. The adult was standing part way down my drive yelling for them to catch their dog. Really??


And that, is where I about lost my temper.

Don’t want to hear me say anything about your dog coming down my drive, so you stand back there and yell at the kids? You really don’t want to hear what I have to say about you sending children to attempt to catch a dog worked up and ready to fight. Have you, oh so called adult ever seen, what damage a dog can do? Trust me, it isn’t pretty. And you sent those young children down my drive to catch a crazed dog.


When the dogs were finally caught and lead back up my drive and my two were in here calming down, I sat here shaking and shaken. I was afraid and I was angry. I don’t want my dogs injured, I don’t want my dogs to injure another dog. I seriously do not want to see any of those children injured by any or either of those dogs. Dogs that are that worked up, don’t, can’t hear you call them. You grab them, you’re most likely going to be bitten. Badly.


After I calmed down, I sat here staring at first the computer, then my phone. I thought long and hard. I brought up the realtor’s email and sent them a message, pleading for them to do something. I’ve heard nothing back, but I didn’t expect I would.

Immediately after I sent that message, I made a call to animal control. Dispatch got my information and had an officer call me. I explained the situation. I told him I really did not want to make this call as I didn’t want to put my dogs in the position of threat of retaliation. But, after this morning, watching those kids trying to catch those dogs, I felt forced to make the call. For the sake and safety of the children. He told me what was needed from me, and I agreed to get that for them. I’m hoping most that they will come out and talk to these people. Explain to them. Someone needs to educate those people. I don’t want to get anyone in trouble, I told him that. I don’t want fines issued, I want them to understand that there is a county wide leash law and yes, county wide means us.


The white dog is still a puppy. A big puppy. The kids can’t handle this big puppy because it is also strong. This big puppy needs training. It can be done. Otherwise no one is going to be able to handle this dog.


Not all, but some people seem to think that you get a dog, you feed a dog, pet it ever so often and you’re good.

No.

Dogs need training.

They need to be disciplined.

They need to understand that you are alpha not them.

Oh yeah, you can teach them to sit, shake and maybe even roll over. You need to teach them how to stay right beside you, how to hear and obey commands. How to walk on a leash.

All manner of training is essential.

They need their vaccinations and check ups.

They need the right food.

They need to be kept under control at all times. Not allowed to roam at will. That puts them in danger and makes them a danger to others.


So yes, I made the call. The officer told me that my name would be kept anonymous but I told him they would know. After this having happened so many times, they know I’m not happy. I tried, I really honestly tried not to make that call, but my hand was forced because of fear over the children. So call me a Karen, call me what ever you want, I actually don’t care.

Bella

About rebecca s revels

A writer, a photographer, a cancer survivor. An adventurer of the mild kind, a lover of the simple pleasures such as long walks and chocolate. A Christian unashamed of my faith and a friend who is dependable and will encourage readily. Author of three self published books with more waiting to find their way to paper. An advocate of good things, a fighter against wrongs.
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20 Responses to Day153; Footnotes of a Forced Hand

  1. Oh sadly I understand this. I don’t like people who don’t understand the responsibility of dog ownership. You did the right thing. If you can’t properly deal w a dog, don’t get one. They require continuous training too. Not just one day. All their life.

    • That is so true. I constantly work with my two. Bella is amazing in how quick and well she learns. Molly learns, but she is also a bit of a goofball. But we work with them and like you said, that is important.

      • Which is a good thing. Our neighbors don’t control their dogs so I’m having to reteach some of mine just to listen to me. Like you mentioned, they’ll get in that state of mind where they just can’t hear you. Being older isn’t helping. Older dogs tend to be like meh, lol. So they gotta be reminded – I’m in charge booger, not you.

      • So true. My Bella is going on nine and she takes those spells of ‘I’m a big dog, I can do as I wish’ no silly, you can’t. She’s also super protective which makes it worse. I fear though that she is starting to feel her age by the way she has been acting, so I let her stay inside more than I ever have. Which also helps when the neighbor’s dog comes to stir the pot.

  2. I am sorry it ended that way but you are thinking of everyone’s safety. I believe you made the right decision.

    • Thank you. I hope that as this plays out they realize I did it because of and for the children. As long as the fence holds, the dogs can’t get to each other, but it shouldn’t be happening to begin with.

  3. Sarah Davis says:

    Don’t blame you. Dogs can’t just run free. We have horses and our neighbors know that we love dogs, but we can’t allow dogs to chase horses anymore than our dogs can chase their cows.

    Action has to be taken…you are the one with the fence.

    • A fence that I’ve had to replace and increase several times because of my dogs reacting to their dogs. I could have almost paid for a chain link fence by now. I honestly don’t ant to be mean, I only want them to be responsible.

  4. China Dream says:

    what a mess. I hope that by-law follow through. I agree you did the right thing.. its called being responsible.

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  6. Silk Cords says:

    Wow, the neighbors sound even worse than the ones I was complaining about late last year in my blog. No discipline or structure provided to the dogs. They’re pack animals and they need that, in as kind and nurturing a way as possible of course, but it’s still needed.

    • After this encounter, and them seeing me photograph one of the dogs in my parent’s yard, I haven’t had further issues thankfully. It may come again as it has in the past once they think I’ve forgotten, but my parents are important and I must look out for their safety. If my neighbors can’t understand that, it is their problem. The management of the apartments may have spoken with them as well, so there is that. But yes, you are correct. I try to provide that for my two dogs and have much better results and control over them.

      • Silk Cords says:

        BTW, side note to the discussion but “Karen” is fast becoming a term to use to bully people by accusing them of being bullies.

      • Which I ended up embarrassing myself. I drive a Jeep Compass, I joined a local Jeep group that is really big on charities and supporting local business. One of the main creators and moderators of the group, is a super sweet lady by the name of Karen. A slip of the tongue and a Karen comment embarrassed me-got a laugh from her and I’ve been careful since on using that expression.

      • Silk Cords says:

        LOL, I imagine you’re not the only one that’s happened to. I feel sorry for anyone actually named Karen anymore… Well other than an old frenemy. 😀

      • I’m just glad she took it as she did. But she’s a really amazing person with more energy than a toddler if that tells you anything.

  7. davidprosser says:

    Not an easy decision to have to make, but I think you acted the only way you could have. It’s deplorable that the neighbour didn’t take the children into account.
    Hugs

    • Since this incident, there hasn’t been another to this extend. One has been out, but not to my gate. Then we had a stray show up next door, unsure what else to do I called animal control and an officer came out. He spent a great deal of time talking with me. That helped as well. The stray not taken by the officer was reunited with family the next day.

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