Since I got a dog I’ve learned a lot of things about humans.
Like, for example, they’re WAAAAY nicer to dogs than to people. And even MORE nicer to dogs than to children.
(ugh. children. Bleh. Nasty little things.)
Also there’s this weird thing where people like to show off how they know EXACTLY WHICH BREED your dog is. Even if they totally don’t.
We’ll be walking along minding our own business, (well except Bella is all up in everyone ELSE’s business if you know what I mean but WE’RE WORKING ON THAT)
Anyways, it never fails that someone will look at Bella and then say smugly sing out, “Golden doodle?”
And I’ll have to say, “Um… no. She’s a Wheaten Terrier.”
And then the person gets all twitchy and uncomfortable and goes on an on and ON about the similarities between a Golden doodle and my not-even-close-to-a-golden-doodle. The truth is, I could care less. She’s NOT a golden doodle or a silver doodle or even a sort of bronzish doodle and beyond that, what is there to discuss? But I was raised to be nice so I stand and smile and nod while Bella sniffs the interloper up and down.
What I’ve learned so far about humans is that they’re strange.
The other day we’re crossing the street when this woman in a Suburban screeches to a halt and shouts out the window, “IS THAT A WHEATEN TERRIER? I HAVE A WHEATEN TERRIER!” and although I’d be thrilled to stand in the middle of the street and have a conversation with her in her car about how both of us have wheaten terriers I’m not really sure about the logistics of how that would play out. Plus Bella has nothing to sniff.
So I holler out, “good for you!” and continue on my way.
Yesterday Bella and I are walking by a coffee shop when this man comes racing after us, “YOUNG LADY!” he gasps, “I just wanted to tell you that I had a dog and I taught her to SIT when she came to curbs so that she wouldn’t get run over by a car.”
“Um, ok,” I say, “Erm…Thank you.”
And just like that, me and my NOT golden doodle but still special as a muffin dog are on our way.
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November 22, 2008 at 9:01 pm
That is so freaking weird-I saw this lady the other day and I yelled out my suburban-“IS THAT A WHEATEN TERRIER? I HAVE A WHEATEN TERRIER!”But she was kind of a bitch cause she just said “good for you!” and continued on her way.Some people,right?
November 22, 2008 at 9:26 pm
yeah SOME PEOPLE
oh… wait…
is that a golden doodle you have there?
November 22, 2008 at 9:22 pm
lol, I like the above comment :-)
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November 23, 2008 at 4:01 am
You should try having an English Pointer. Seriously NOTHING like a Dalmation, but people think: “Spotty… hmm, like that Disney film… Dalmation!”
November 23, 2008 at 6:14 am
Yes, having a dog that isn’t one of the common breeds – like a mutt, attracts all those nuts. lol. We’ve got a Saint Bernard and a Golden. The Golden gets snubbed every time. While everyone falls ‘in love’ with the Saint. No wonder one has a complex!
Your dog is really very beautiful! If you come across someone you don’t want to talk to, just politely tell them ‘the dog bites’. They’ll leave ya alone.
November 23, 2008 at 10:21 am
I get the same thing with my Beagle. I don’t know why…it’s not like he’s an unusual dog…at least on the outside…he’s just fat.
I actually had a woman stop in the middle of the road one day while I was taking him for a walk. “Is that a beagle?” umm, yeah. Pretty obvious…
weird.
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November 23, 2008 at 11:45 am
Some people are idiots. They shouldn’t try to tell you what YOUR dog is if they don’t know.
We have a chocolate lab so he is pretty obvious, but it is hard to walk him because everyone and their brother wants to stop and touch him. We never get to walk the full length of the park.
November 23, 2008 at 12:28 pm
My dream dog is a Wheaten terrier. How I managed with a boston terrier and a wiener dog/pug mix is beyond me.
Just ignore the idiots. People used to tell me my youngest son had Down’s syndrome. Um, no, but thanks for trying to play doctor asshats.
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November 23, 2008 at 1:41 pm
A woman one time told me her OFFLEASH dog was far more obedient than our dog, who was on a leash. And I care why??? It obviously meant a lot to her. And by the way we were in a place where there was a leash law…. should’ve called the cops!
Anyway, that Bella sure is an attention getter!
November 23, 2008 at 5:34 pm
You know,I know ALOT about dogs and Im pretty sure what youve got there is a goldendoodle. Maybe your just confused? Dont worry,it happens to us all.
November 23, 2008 at 9:17 pm
Ah, just send them over to my step daughter’s house.
Where they can be greeted by the FIVE great danes that she has….LOLOL.
I suppose we could tell people that they’re part pony, hmmm?
Your dog is very cute though…I think I want one!
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November 23, 2008 at 11:11 pm
whatever that fuzzball is, you’re a YOUNG LADY, and THAT is golden! I wanna walk in your neighborhood! :D
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November 24, 2008 at 6:37 am
I once had someone casually tell me I was chasing after a bichon (DUH) as they watched my dog trot right in front of them while me (NINE MONTHS PREGNANT) tried desperately to catch her. Thanks dude. Thanks.
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November 24, 2008 at 8:40 am
I confess to doing this with other boxer people. The funniest one that happened to us, though, was on I5! We have a boxer bumper sticker. So, we’re driving along in the minivan at 70 mph and this woman in an older Tahoe pulls up next to us and starts honking and looking over at us. Before my husband could get away from this lunatic driver, she rolls down the backseat window and a boxer sticks its head out. “Oh,” my husband and I nodded. We waved back. Seriously, though, we thought we’d cut her off or something and she was road raging.
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November 24, 2008 at 9:14 am
It’s like being pregnant. You get all sorts of weird comments and advice. People are just weird. :)
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November 24, 2008 at 11:11 am
Oh yes – those same people who told us our kids should not be sucking on binkies or wearing a paticular brand of shoes are now imparting their wisdom on us as new doggie parents . . . sigh. I guess it will never end. :)
I posted about the dog park today, have you been yet? That is a whole other experience!
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November 24, 2008 at 12:50 pm
Oh snap!!
We get the “Is that a Bichon? Nope, Lhasa Poo. Oh, they look the same.”
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March 21, 2009 at 5:57 am
Exactly, people are a strange breed.
We get our dog called a poodle cross, nope it’s a Bichon pure breed, not one of those designer cross breed, a real breed. Doesn’t worry me or our dog but my wife doesn’t like it.
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