Sitting in my living room on a lovely, springy day, I heard, wafting up from the street below, the sounds of a woman who was clearly not as calmed by the soothing breezes as myself.
"Oh my GOD. Come ON, for Christ's sake, let's get GOING already!"
Feel free to add the simmering anger and Boston accent yourself.
Wondering what could be going on, assuming the sort of parenting I have seen the 3 times I've been inside a Wal-Mart in the last 10 years, I looked out...
...to see the woman yelling at, and pulling the leash of, her small dog.
Lady, I have news for you: your dog a.) can't understand you, except that you're somehow mad at it for peeing and b.) is a dog, and will get distracted, as dogs do.
I understand the frustration. I've been there before, when one of my cats has knocked over something with real or sentimental value, or has pooped in the middle of the floor.
And I understand the expression of the frustration. You had places to be, and dammit, that dog was holding you up.
But it's a dog - if you need to yell at it, yelling in dialogue form adds nothing to its understanding. It does, however, distract the people around.
-Posted by Jilly
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