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Monday, June 27, 2011

DUMB DOG WALKERS


















This is Fred.  He's our dog.  He was a stray for the first year of his life, and my wife and I rescued him from the Pasadena Humane Society.

Fred is a great dog.  He's really funny and smart, gets into all sorts of trouble, and loves to boss around his best friend, a giant Labrador named Levi.  Fred doesn't care that they're the same age and Levi weighs about 100 lbs. more than him.  Fred is in charge, and Levi is too, well...purebred, to argue.

The one thing we've had to work on with Fred is his reactive behavior to other dogs.  For those of you that have reactive dogs, you know this can be a bit of a struggle.  Fred is different from some of the reactive dogs you see on The Dog Whisperer or other shows in that he isn't aggressive.  He doesn't freak out when he sees a dog because he wants to attack.  Fred freaks out because he wants to make more friends.

Still, this behavior shouldn't be encouraged in that it stresses out both Fred and the person walking Fred.  When we see another dog coming our way on walks, we either have to turn around or cross the street so Fred doesn't get to barking. 

Street corners are particularly tricky when another dog approaches as you can't determine where that other dog is going to cross, so you have to find a place to hold Fred back so he remains relaxed.  You then have to distract Fred for as long as it takes until the dog and owner have moved on.

The problem with this strategy, however, is that the other dog owners in our neighborhood are morons.

Particularly in the last few weeks, my wife and I have encountered dog owners that aren't intelligent enough to care for a tapeworm, much less a canine.  They can clearly see that Fred is reactive and barking uncontrollably, but instead of just moving on so the stress of the situation is removed, these things tend to happen:
  1. The dog owner stops at the corner and stares at Fred and I, or allows their dog to have free reign and sniff every freaking thing in the area before moving on.  Meanwhile, I have a dog losing its mind on the end of my leash, but that's okay, let your worthless chihuahua sniff that patch of grass for 10 minutes.
  2. The owner walks DIRECTLY TOWARDS MY DOG.  Now remember, Fred isn't aggressive.  He wouldn't hurt another dog, but if you see a dog freaking out on the leash, why in the high holy crap would you make a beeline towards that hyperactive dog?  What if Fred wasn't so friendly?  What if he was really vicious and actually wanted to hurt your dog?  Why take that chance?  This happened over the weekend to me, where the owner of a dog saw Fred and I walking about half  a block behind her, stopped, turned, and walked right towards us.  When I took Fred into a small alley so he wouldn't freak out, she stopped right outside the alley and told me, "It's okay.  Your dog just wants to meet us."  First of all, how does she know this?  Is she an animal psychic?  And if so, why the hell isn't she marking this?  I had to calmly explain that it actually ISN'T okay, that my dog is reactive and we are trying to discourage him from freaking out whenever he sees a canine, so one day we CAN approach other dogs calmly.
  3. The dog owner is on his/her phone, sending text messages.  This happened to me last week, where Fred and I approached the corner, and instead of being aware of her surroundings and her dog's behavior, the owner just typed on her phone for a good 5 minutes.  Meanwhile, her dog is running into the street sniffing around, tugging on the leash, which the owner is ignoring.
This kind of behavior is inexplicable to me, but I guess it's reminiscent of a culture that thought that Fast Five was a pretty good movie.  

Emily and I just consider ourselves lucky that we have such a great dog, and that we, unlike the other owners in our neighborhood, aren't complete idiots.

Monday, June 20, 2011

HEY CVS

What the shit is your problem?  Why can't you do your job?

Why is it every time I go into your store, there are 14 available registers, but only one person scheduled to man them?

And what the hell is the point of having a self-checkout station or two (the greatest inventions of all time), yet they are never, ever in service.  Seriously, I've been to your store maybe 30 times in the last few years and they've never been open.  What the fuck?

Good thing you got this installed, assholes

There's nothing I love more than walking into a CVS with the intent of purchasing one item, carrying this belief that this time, maybe, I'll be in and out in less than one hour.  After all, I just need some TUMS!  That's pretty quick, right?

Not at CVS.  Nothing is quick in that time suck.  You might as well purchase one of their $15 lawn chairs and park it in line cause you ain't going nowhere.

CVS Customers in 1932

A rational person might visit another store, right?  Well, guess what?  Rite Aid and Walgreens sure as hell doesn't have it any better, do they?  You think customer checkout efficiency and service might be a major competitive point in stealing some customers away from your opponents, but apparently all pharmacies have given this up so they can continue the battle for most ridiculous queue.

Feels a little like this, doesn't it?

Give me three weeks, CVS.  That's all I ask.  Put me in charge of your entire store layout and customer service department and I will solve your goddamn problem in three weeks.  You know how?  By using my brain!  How about that!

Until then, rot in hell CVS.

Thursday, June 2, 2011

HEY, ELEVATOR GUY...

How're you doing, guy standing in the doorway of the elevator, of which I am riding?  Looks like you're having an interesting conversation there.

What's that the guy down the hall you're still talking to saying?  The Lakers hired Mike Brown?  Wow, I thought it would be Rick Adelman.  No, please, don't mind me standing here in the elevator waiting for the doors to close so I can go back to work.  I have all day!

Hey, tell ya what, do you want to borrow my shirt?  I'm just saying, it looks a little cold standing in that doorway, what with the breeze that I'm sure is pouring in from the open doors.  I don't want you to catch pneumonia or a cold or get struck in the face by a claymore mine or anything.  I mean, I'm totally warm standing underneath these fluorescent lights in the elevator.  Please, take it, I insist.

And you know what else, cause I'm feeling generous?  Here's an unopened can of Dr. Pepper for you, in case you get thirsty.  I was going to keep it for myself to drink in my office, but with all the talking you're doing with that guy down the hallway, I bet you're more thirsty that I am.

Uh oh, the alarm in the elevator's going off because the doors have been open for too long.  Don't worry about it, buddy, just keep talking.  Pretend I don't exist...it's cool.

Oh, you're done?  Are you sure?  Cause you didn't get a chance to ask the guy down the hallway how his family is or if your asshole bleaching was worth the money.  Tell ya what, let's push the emergency stop button, pry open these doors, and you can finish up.

It's my pleasure, buddy.  It's your world...I'm just living in it.