One time

One time a long time ago like (3 months). I had just gotten home from the hospital (for the second time) with the girls and I felt the need to do something normal with Gianna.
You see Gianna and I walked almost everyday of her life for 2 and 1/2 years. I needed something to do when I was a new mommy and we have a park not to far from us- so we walked.
I senced that Scooter needed a walk so I took him along. He went with us everyday for 2 and 1/2 years too. It was a long 7 weeks for him when I was on bed rest.
So off we walked. It was going great as no one else was out and Scooter needed some reviewing of leash skills. But alas, an older couple came by with their new puppy. I had seen them before. They were regular walkers too. But they went to feed ducks and usually didn't interact with us at all.
Until that day.
Scooter go so excited to see the new puppy he tore away from me on the leash and went straight for the dog.

The. man. kicked. our. dog.

Scooter backed away. I got him and put him back on the leash. The man said sorry but he was coming for the dog. I mumbled I'm sorry too as my dog has absolutely no manners. I, embarrassed went on my way. I probably had more than my share of hormones, stress and post partum going on and I cried (wailed)all the way for the rest of the walk. Sadly, it solidified our decision that Scooter did in fact did need a new home that could walk him and actually give him the attention that he deserved. So Scooter found a amazing new home soon after that.

But now, every time I see that man- I call him "The Dog Kicker."
In not a nice way