I started my day waking up to a tap-tap-tap sound. Did kid inventory, the bros still in the bed, The Princess absent. Tap-tap-tap… “Onyx, what are you doing?” Silence, then tap-tap-tap-tap. “Onyx! What ARE you doing?” Momentary silence, then tap-tap-tap-tap-tap…

Well shit, guess it’s time to get up anyway. If I’d gotten up a few minutes earlier I may have prevented an entire new roll of toilet paper being unrolled and lying in a pile on the floor.

So I get the coffee pot going and throw on some clothes to go empty the dog. Just as we get out the gate here comes a most annoying woman and her little dog, Larry. Larry is an unruly kid but otherwise okay. His mom? Wearing her pink Trump hat. Oh jeez. She isn’t just generally annoying, she’s a Trumper to boot. I pick up the pace, greeting her, as park etiquette requires, from as much distance as I can get.

Then Buddy stopped a bit too long to sniff and pee. Here she comes running, dragging poor little Larry along, to catch up to us. I groan, in NO mood whatsoever in my current rage at all things Trump GOP to force even casual civility. As they got close, Buddy the Hero, planted himself solidly in front of me, bared his teeth and snarled. LOL

The thing is, I knew he wasn’t snarling at Larry. He loves other dogs, Larry included. It worked. She quickly backed away, assuming it was a dog thing, with a happy “we’ll talk later!” Yeah, no, don’t think so.

We don’t deserve dogs.