Apparently I’ve got quite a commodity. This evening, after responding to a young man’s question about Ollie’s sex, I was given the following piece of advice… “Get some puppies out (of) that bitch,” he said enthusiastically, “and make some money!”
As I didn’t want for him to laugh in my face for being a sucker, I just thanked him for the tip, and walked on, choosing not to mention that I’d actually just payed a few hundred bucks to have her spayed. Now, though, I’m wishing that I’d told him.
No more than ten minutes after receiving the above advice, another young man stopped me. He asked what kind of breed she was, and I told him that she was some kind of bull mastiff mix. Taking a step closer, he then asked if she’d been fixed. I told him that she had, and that was apparently all he had to hear to immediately lose interest. He walked away without another word. While I don’t think that he would have necessarily picked her up and run off with her if I’d said that she hadn’t been fixed, it was a strangely tense conversation, and it makes me wonder if maybe I need to make a little vest for Ollie that says something like, “No Uterus” on one side, and “Zero Street Value” on the other.
Here’s a photo I took of Ollie this evening. I’m not sure what it is about her that’s attracting so much attention today. I guess, though, that maybe some people can sense it when “bitches” come of age.
Speaking of dogs in Ypsi, has anyone else noticed that there are more giant, unleashed dogs just laying around in people’s front yards than ever before? I can deal with rabid dogs running along fence lines, barking and flashing their sharp, foam-covered teeth, but it kind of sucks when you’re dependent upon someone sitting on a porch drinking beer to come down and grab the collar of a lunging dog just so that you can just make your way down the sidewalk.