I love that Rascal and the neighbor’s dog get along pretty well and that they can play together from time to time.
What I don’t love, however, is that my neighbor doesn’t seem to get that Rascal is my dog and therefore I am entitled to make the rules about what I am and am not ok with allowing where she is concerned.
When I took Rascal out for her bedtime potty tonight, K was on his porch and naturally she wanted to go play. I however was not OK with that for a couple reasons:
1. It’s dark. I don’t like them running around when it is dark and I can’t see to keep an eye on them. We live in a heavily wooded area – you never know what wild critters are lurking just out of sight. Hell it was just Friday night there was a fox in the yard during the night, making a meal of some other critter. If I can’t see where my dog is, she isn’t allowed to play. Sorry. Nope. Not happening. I’d rather keep her where I can see her, thank-you-very-much.
2. It’s late. I’m tired. I have a headache and it is past the time we usually go to bed. It was meant to be a quick out, potty, back inside kind of thing. I’m not in the mood to stand around waiting, paranoia kicking in since I can’t see my dog running around, while they play.
3. Their last play session, which was not planned this morning it just happened much to my frustration, K was behaving in a manner I did not at all appreciate. I prefer to keep Rascal as safe from harm as possible. I know know I can’t protect her from everything all the time but you better believe if I can prevent her from being hurt in some way, I am going to do it.
I had just managed to get Rascal to start heading back to our yard with me (she usually listens well but sometimes she gets overexcited and totally ignores me) when P came out intending to let the dogs play a while. At which point I may or may not have snapped. I yelled for Rascal to get back over to me and said no playing, explaining (perhaps in a bitchy tone… I am not exactly patient any time but especially not when I am tired) it is late I have a headache and want to go to bed. P reluctantly took her dog back inside, then, to make me getting Rascal to listen to me a little easier. But as she stepped into her house she said in a not so understanding way “They miss each other Leah.”
No shit Sherlock. I know that. I’ve been keeping them from playing for several days to the best of my ability for a specific reason, of which she was informed so she would know that play dates are not to happen for a while. It isn’t like I am just being a bitch – I have a legitimate reason concerning Rascal’s well-being. She knows this. She just doesn’t care.
At the end of the day, Rascal is my dog and I get to decide who she can socialize with, when that happens, and how long play dates last. I reserve the right to cut a play date short if I feel either of the dogs is not behaving in an appropriate manner. That’s just how it is. If I am a bitch for trying my best to look out for my dog and do what is in her best interest, fine.
I’d had a fairly nice day. Now I am going to bed grumpy. I hate people.