Over the weekend, I stopped by the shelter to visit with the adorable pocket pittie named Meadow whom you may have seen
spammed all over a picture or two of on my personal Facebook page. I had actually meant to make a quick visit to her on the way to running some errands and though this story isn’t about her, here is another gratuitous picture.
After I visited with Meadow, I departed the kennel area to find Miss Honeybee wandering around the hallway having escaped from her gated office accommodations. “Hey, what are you doing out here?” I asked her, to which she turned and in all of her haughty splendor gave me a look that quite clearly said, “Why are you daring to speak to me, peasant?”
I shoo’ed her back towards the office in which she was being kept, all the while she darted indignant glances at me over her shoulder as if to ensure that I wasn’t thinking of touching her. As I reached in an attempt to navigate her back over the gate opening I was treated to one more frosty gaze, so I sat and waited for staff to come rescue me. When a staff member arrived with another dog on leash, I explained that Honeybee had escaped and that I was a bit afraid to touch her. I held the leash of the 80 pound dog she had been showing and she scooped up all 6.2 pounds of Honeybee to be returned.
I know when a dog doesn’t want to be touched and I respected her wishes in an effort to not get myself bitten. After all, what would have happened if she bit me? She’d have to go into bite quarantine, we’d have to fill out a report and you know, they just have such a bad rap anyway, that I wanted to save her from any prejudice a potential adopter may have in feeling they were unsafe with a dog of her breed.