We were leaving Mellow Mushroom a few weeks ago following a particularly successful happy hour, which means I was filled to the brim with discount meatballs and Crown Royal. (It’s a fantastic happy hour, by the way. 7 days a week, 3:00 to 7:00. Get the Meatball Trio.) As we walked outside, a woman was standing on the sidewalk nearby waiting for a table, with the cutest, roundest little fat sausage of a French Bulldog on a leash. My heart!
Now, even in a sober moment, I would have been swooning over this stubby little character, but being that I am a drunk of the friendly (slutty) variety, and I have much, much love for dogs, I was all over that dog like a flea dip.
I asked if it was okay to pet Frenchie, because I’m not an asshole, and owner lady said, “Of course!”. So I began petting Frenchie, while secretly plotting how I was going to push owner lady out into traffic and run away with Frenchie (not really) (yes, really) (noooo, kidding!) (not really kidding). You should have seen this dog. Trust me – it would have been a justifiable dognapping. This dog was totally into it, too. He dog-smiled at me and I turned into well-accessorized goo. And nobody else saw it happen, but he totally whispered, “You complete me.”
I started my friendly dog interrogation on her, what’s his name, how old is he, is he some kind of toy variety because he looks so much smaller, etc. The usual questions. I’ve had the privilege of caring for cute dogs before (R.I.P. Tallulah Joy, best Boston Terrier in the world), I know it can get tiring to answer the same questions over and over, but that’s just the price you have to pay for having a cute dog. And I gotta tell you, there are worse things in the world than having a cute dog that people want to hang out with.
Beyond letting me pet Frenchie one time, the owner lady was pretty cold and seemed mostly annoyed by me, eventually turning away and pretending I wasn’t there. How rude!
As I walked away, feeling lowly and rejected, something horrific happened. I thought the thoughts. The worst thoughts of all. The kind of thoughts that force you to take a good, hard look at who you really are and what kind of screwed up entitlement issues you have. I honestly hesitate to share them with you, because you will be like, “Ohhhhh snap, RAPIST!”
So here it is.
I thought, “Well, why did you bring this cute dog out if you didn’t want people to love on it? I mean, have you seen your dog, lady? How can I be expected to look at your dog and control myself? You and your cute dog are asking for it.”
I know. Sound familiar?
It really struck me given how many, I don’t know, dozens (hundreds) of times in my life men felt it was perfectly fine to walk up to me and start groping me and interrogating me about my name, where I’m from, because I was dolled up for the night and they felt entitled to help themselves to my body. Now I was one of those lecherous men. I was the one making unwelcome advances towards a stranger.
I was a pervert. A dog pervert.
I guess at least the difference between me perving on that dog, and dewdz perving on me, is that when I got the cold shoulder from owner lady, I walked away and didn’t call her the c-word or anything, you know, the way dewdz do when they walk away, nor did I spin around and shoot or stab her for rejecting my advances, so I guess I’ve got that going for me.
But, seriously, you should have seen this dog!
2 thoughts on “Por Favor No Molestes a Mi Perro”
Was Frenchie of age,(consenting or no)? If not, you were negotiating with a (clearly) unfit dog-mom for info about and access to a minor!!! Think on that, swagbag.
This dog knew exactly what he was getting into!
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