The mystery of how I can wanna squeeze and hug our beastly goof of a dog one minute and then release him to a pack of hungry grizzlies the next continues to baffle me. Yes, Goatdog is doing his damnedest to make sure that our love-hate relationship doesn't die out too quickly. Sometimes he's my big, furry buddy, and then other times, he's a prickly thorn in my side (emphasis on the "prick"). So if you see a crazy Airedale running loose on the side of the road one of these days, you'll know why.
It was just yesterday when we were walking to school along our usual route with all the other moms and tots in the hood when I felt a sudden tug of the leash. The next thing I knew, Goatdog was lunging at a three-year-old who was happily munching away on a bag of Cheerios. My bad-mannered pooch apparently thought he, too, was entitled to a bite of some delicious "O's", for he proceeded to jam his snout right into the baggie and gobble up as much as he possibly could.
I was obviously horrified, especially when the little boy started to cry hysterically. I'm not sure if he was scared or if he was pissed off that someone had stolen his breakfast right out of his hands. I did my best to apologize profusely to the mother and to the kid as I cursed our idiot dog under my breath. Luckily, she was extremely cool about the whole situation and even smiled and giggled at me on the walk to school this morning. Thank God, cause I thought for sure I was gonna have to dress Goatdog incognito from now on when I walk him. Perhaps a muzzle is in his future....