So, I just got back from the dog class I was attending, and I just
need to have a rant.
So, as me, my wife, daughter and Enzo (dog) turned up at the small hall where the dog class is held, a mutual friend turned up demanding the 'dog hoops' that neither of the family have seen since before Christmas. Confused? Well, here's the whole story...
My wife and her friend, lets call her C, started up a small dog class and went on all of these courses (midrochipping, Pets as Therapy, etc...) together. They met at a dog class that they were attending, my wife and I were taking our previous dog. That was about four years ago, now. About three months ago, C stopped phoning, e-mailing and talking to my wife. Now, the OH hadn't done anything to upset C, but none of the calls my wife (Catherine) sent would be answered. Cathy ended up getting tired of the petty game after receiving an email from C saying: "Lets sort this out, mail back" or something along those lines. Why not just talk? Well, C decided it was best to email, and Cathy refused, understandably.
These two were best friends, and then C just stopped it all.
Well, when we got Enzo, C and Cathy were 'OK' and still did the dog class. Cathy would go to the dog class, work, and come home. A few days after we got Enzo, she came home with some agility equipment so the family could practice with Enzo. After taking it all back on the last dog class Cathy attended, C and Cathy stopped it all - Cathy quit and 'de-friended' her.
When we went to this dog class with Enzo, C's son who looks big, butch, pretty intimidating to Cathy, showed up demanding the hoops.
He kept insisting we had the hoops. About an hour later, he still wouldn't leave. After apologizing to the dog trainer and promising to return next week, I took Enzo and C's son (lets say M) back to my home so he could do a 'search', while Cathy and our daughter went and had some coca-cola's at the local pub.
I've been looking after a friends GSD since last night, he's pretty protective over anyone in the house. After sorting out both dogs, I invited M in. He searched the house, and refused to leave, claiming we 'hid them'. After he moved almost every movable part in the house, M still refused to leave. It gets better! The girl came home to find M yelling, demanding the hoops back. I wouldn't mind, but the 'hoops' were crappy things made from flimsy plastic - we'd never used them because of how Enzo might break one. After about ten minutes, Cathy called the police over, sending our daughter to ask the neighbour to keep the dogs for a while.
After M was taken away, he came back. It's been about two hours since dog class, and as one of the attendance from dog class followed me home, I count this as 'just after'. After only a couple minutes of me telling him to leave, with a loud, barking German Shepherd standing behind me, confined by the baby gate, he left. Cathy is fuming, and calling C on and off. She's asking for a lift down there before and after work tomorrow, I just wish someone could be there to see the look on C's face.
We've gotten one email from C saying: (this is copied from the email) "I have the dog-hoops with me". No apology, nothing. Cathy's been on the phone having a rant to a closer friend for a few minutes, still calling C from her mobile. I'm not sure whether to feel sorry for C for not being able to face Cathy and ask for the hoops, or feel completely disgusted. When C needed a new car a few years ago, we lent her a few hundred pounds to buy it. Sadly we don't count on getting it back. I've had the neighbour 'round, he's been telling me how he'd have come over if his fiance had been home to look after their baby. Most of the neighbours heard the shouting of M, our closer neighbour called the police when it started. Cathy is saying that the police will only take him away for a few hours, so we're holding back on calling them again.
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Like I said, I just needed a rant. Still fuming, but feeling a touch better. Not sure if this was the right topic. It didn't fit with any of the others, just hoping I got the right one!
A heartfelt rant by yours truly.
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