Dog walking thoughts

The strangest things happen to me when I take my dog for a walk.

This probably has to do with the fact that she's still just a puppy, that she is impossibly cute and tiny, and that as a result, strangers often stop us on our way to ask me all sorts of questions about her, or just to pet her or comment on her appearance. Usually, the conversation sticks to mundane, dog-related topics. But sometimes, it seems that my wonderful pup acts as a catalyst for unsollicited, inappropriate comments.


For example, I once came across an older man whose judicious comments were to the effect that my seven-pounder would not be very helpful if I ever needed protection.

*rolls eyes in disbelief*

I forgot to thank him for reminding me never to go out of my house, even in broad daylight, without a male escort.


It truly amazes me how some people feel entitled to tell individual (and often, younger) women how they should act, think or behave, as if they tacitly assumed that adult women always remained superficial, childlike creatures in constant need of advice and guidance.

It also amazes me how such people remain unaware of the fact that their comments or interventions, even when they are purportedly uttered in a humourous way, are deeply insulting and demeaning to all women.