Over on SFGate.com this morning, my article on the closing of the San Francisco SPCA's Hearing Dog Program, just a few months before it would have celebrated its 30th anniversary.
And now for a rant. Feel free to ignore it, I just have to get this out. Consider it a form of therapy.
My Borzoi Kyrie grew up in the country. She was born there and she lived there until I moved to San Francisco a year and a half ago. Although she went to training classes as a puppy, and I even showed her a few times, I got lazy and failed to continue to take her places where there were other dogs as she got older. She had many guests both canine and human, and got along with them all, as she got along with all my own dogs, who numbered as many as 11 during her younger years. The only exception was some prey drive she showed towards toy dogs. Well, one toy dog.
So I was unprepared for her fearful reaction to being approached by other dogs when she was on a leash. Over time she's become less reactive and less fearful, and I have no reason to believe she'd be a problem with off-leash dogs if she were off leash herself. But I haven't tested that theory, because I don't think it's ethical or fair to conduct an experiment with other people's dogs. She continues to be friendly with dogs who visit me at my house, whose owners can make the informed decision to take a chance.
(Rebel was shown for quite a while and lived for part of his early life
in a town, where he went regularly to a dog park, so he's perfectly
fine with strange dogs, on-leash and off.)
Now, in the year and a half since I have lived here, the number of incidents involving Kyrie and other dogs is zero. She hasn't gotten into a fight, gotten off her leash, or snapped at another dog. She used to bark when she'd see one, and back up in a fearful body posture, but she doesn't even do that anymore. I walk her at off hours (I work out of a home office so I have the ability to do that) and if I see other dogs, I just turn around and leave the area. I never have her in off-leash areas when there are other dogs around or likely to be around, and I never, ever let her off leash unless we're in a safely fenced area and there's no one there but us. Which in San Francisco is not often.
So, here I have a dog who I only suspect might tangle with another dog, and I'm acting like she's some kind of dangerous animal, simply because I love her and care about other dogs and don't want there to ever be a problem that I could have prevented. It was hard for me at first to accept that people in San Francisco allow their untrained dogs off leash in leash-required areas, and that they honestly don't care that their dog is racing a hundred miles an hour towards my leashed dogs, and that their dog has either gone deaf or never heard his or her name before and has no idea what the word "Come" means, which doesn't stop them from saying it over and over and over again.
No, I still resent that fact, but I've accepted it, which is why I never go anywhere there's likely to be such a dog.
So of course, the night before last I was out with the dogs at 9 at night. They were on a leash. We were in a leash-required area separated from a busy street by nothing more than a few trees. We were at the far end of that area, at least 100 feet from the road, down a hill from the path that runs parallel to the street, next to the trees. So, at least 75 feet from that path, down a hill that was itself covered with trees and shrubbery.
And a dog comes trotting down that path, off leash, her owner following behind, talking on her cell phone, leash looped around her neck.
The dog sees my dogs, and starts scrambling down the hill towards us.
My dogs do nothing. They don't bark or pull or advance. They do look up from the fascinating bits of dirt they had been sniffing, but that's it.
The owner breaks away from her phone call long enough to assure me that her dog just wants to say hi. I smile, hold the hand that's gripping Kyrie's leash up an inch or two, and say, "She's not friendly, so could you call her?"
Suddenly, owner goes ballistic on me. Says she's heard all about my dogs causing trouble in the park, that I have a bad reputation, just goes nuts. Now, I know what she's saying is impossible. Other than a short run-in I had a year and a half ago with a lady whose off-leash Jack Russell tried to bite Rebel's head -- something that prompted not even a growl from Rebel, who just looked at the little dog and said, "You're kidding, right?" -- and who I have never seen again in the park, I've never had any problems with anyone about my dogs.
Once or twice I've smilingly asked someone to hang onto their dog while I left the area so they could continue their use of the park without worrying about my dog (and again, these are unleashed, untrained dogs in leash-required areas), but never did anyone react with anything but prompt courtesy, and even one or two offers to leave or leash their dog. So she was either making the whole thing up to upset me (it worked) or had me confused with someone else (although none of my neighbors or fellow late-night dogwalkers has ever mentioned there being someone using the park who has problem dogs).
So, I actually laughed when she started saying these things. Then she got really vicious and started using a lot of four-letter words, called me "a cackling witch" and walked backwards out of the area screaming at me without ceasing the entire time.
And she never did put her dog on leash or even call her.
And neither Rebel nor Kyrie ever barked.
That was Sunday. This is Tuesday, and it's still bugging me, so I'm trying this. I guess I'm not as well-behaved as Rebel and Kyrie.
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