My Bailey

So I thought that having a dog would be fantastic, a buddy to hang around with for those of us who do not like to roll solo. A running partner, a cuddle buddy, a little something to love me for feeding her scraps. Yeah!......And then there is the aspect that dogs are alot like kids or a particular breed of men. they are needy and they want everything in their site. I take my dog for walks on my lunchbreak because she looks just so sad sitting in her kennel. The whole time I walk her, I think, she better realize how good she has it! The dog has taken over my life, I hope she is enjoying herself. I am beginning to think that the dog is taking me for granted. A couple days prior I was leaving to go hiking with a friend. I will bring the dog, she will love it! I get ready, I got to get in the car and does my ungrateful dog follow suit, nope a marathon happens to be cruising past my house and my dog wants to join. Bailey proceeds to harass an all woman marathon as many of these females have brought their canine companions with them. My dog is not subtle, not quite and not polite. She proceeds to jump on every dog/woman and child that passes by, jumping, playing, biting....all while I chase after her, half dressed, yelling, making leaps at the dog with no avail. Oh and not helpful when a handful of b%&^*es start telling me that I should have my dog on a leash, while others scream, who's dog???!!!! I am obviously aware at this point that the dog cant be trusted and am trying my damned hardest to gather myself, my dog and get the hell back to safety. The more the women yell, the more Bailey jumps with joy thinking that this is a big, fat game of chase and it doesn't matter who is winning.....more to come.....