Dear Nasty Dog Owner.
Editors Note -
The field is privately owned by a local church, dogs are allowed off leash in the field because it is private property. The church doesn't mind people using and playing in the field but they do want dog owners to clean up after themselves.
I see you coming as you pull up in your silver van, you park where you always park. I wish you'd pick a different neighborhood, you don't live around here and yet you insist on walking through our neighborhood nearly daily.
She's here with me to play ball, we didn't come for your stress, but just in case you don't control your dog - know that I will defend my girl. I will have the leash on her before your dog can get to us, because her recall is solid. And I am prepared to spray your dog if he tries to attack her.
Ideally I'd like it if you quit coming. Although this is a field dog owners are allowed to use, its people like you who fail to clean up that get the rest of us banned.
I see your dog squatting, sure enough you aren't going to clean it up. I know you know I saw that. I won't confront you again though, last time I did you were very rude to me. And Ziva's safety is my #1 priority, being leash reactive to strange dogs i'm not putting her in a situation to fail so we're just going to stay over here and keep playing ball.
I love to play with Ziva, she relaxes me. We do leg weaves, sit pretty, down stays, sit stays, circles through my legs, nose touches, she rolls over. All for the love of the game!
I'm sure you're just jealous and thus trying to copy us from a distance, can you see how relaxed my body language is? It's like a dance. If I talk to Ziva it is in a quiet voice unless i'm calling her to me in which case i'm VERY LOUD. But she doesn't cower, quake, or attempt to duck me. Unlike your dog. I can see you trying to show me that your dog can do down stays, but I don't count your attempts. Hitting your dog with the chuck-it do not make for a solid down stay. I don't count those.
Watch me walk away from her. She will stay for me.
Watch me throw the ball, you can't see her quiver with anticipation - you're too far away. But watch her continue to stay.
Watch me call her to, "look" at me. See her head turn? Perfect eye contact.
Now watch me release her.
See her fly? That's my pretty girl.
I hope you learned something today, and I hope you never come back. What you don't see is me picking up after your dog, I made a mental note where your package was left. Next time I might leave it on your window in a nicely tied little baggy of course. Because after all, you do always park in the same spot and I believe I found something that is yours.