Friends come to visit and need to whoop up the dogs because that’s how they feel loved. Look how excited they are to see us!!! Good for them, bad for the dogs.
Someone who cannot control his young Rottweiler, even with a pinch collar, gets upset and yells at me because I hold up my hand like a stop sign, No, don’t bring your dog into my dog’s face. Good for no one, this man who should not have gotten a Rottweiler.
People wait until the service dog’s human partner is swimming, in the shower, looking the other way or in the case of someone who is blind, at any old time, and handle the dog. Or call the dog. Or crouch in front of the dog, talking like a squeaky toy. Not good, not good at all.
The thing is, sometimes it’s not about you. Sometimes it’s about the dog. So many people forget the dog part of the equation. They never think, What does the dog need? What is good for the dog? What is that dog doing, that dog I want to distract so that it will give me me me some love? Or why on earth is there a dog at the Metropolitan Museum of Art, or the Louvre (for godssake!), this restaurant, my gym, the Post Office? Why is that dog on the bus? Nope. They don’t ask themselves any of those questions.
Sometimes it’s about the baby crying on the plane. Bad luck that it annoys you, but the baby is in distress. Sometimes it’s about the man in the wheelchair for whom you have to give up that front seat in the bus, the one that folds up, the one where the chair fits. Sometimes it’s about the person coming right behind you, you know, the one you let the door slam on instead of holding it. How much in a rush are you? Sometimes it’s about the dog, enjoying a walk, sniffing things, feeling the wind in his fur, thinking his own doggy thoughts. Does he need you to block his path and squeal at him? Does the working dog need to have his train of thought interrupted? Does the dog who is happy to greet you at the door need also to leap and bark and be hysterical because you dropped by?
Sometimes, oh, the humanity, it’s not about you.