Rat Dog

As we have moved, we now move a little over a mile from the tube station, it is a nice, walk, no real harm. Though I have had a go at an ignorant man cycling behind me whom found the need to inform me that he liked the way my body moved or some bit of disgusting information, which I told him just that.... I believe my wording was something like, "You know what... you're sick." to which he replied something (no clue really what this was) and I asked politely, yet very firmly for him to please not speak to me. Though Alex still often walks down with Baxter to meet me, especially if it is night, or I will take a bus. After a colleague being mugged recently (not in this area, but still) and our bike being stolen (the old mountain bike... locked up outside, the cut the thick wire) I am more than happy to take his company. We have recently run out of the small bags that are attached to Bax's lead to pick up the poos he decides to deposit along walks. As he walked me home the other day he told me about his journey down to meet me, since he had forgotten to grab another bag, he decided to use a nearby leaf to cover it. After leaving the freshly laid poo... sealed off by leave he continued to walk only to encounter a group of kids, whom when they passed claimed that Baxter looked like a rat! ah, a rat! Are you kidding me... 1. he looks nothing like a rat, 2. daily we are stopped by people saying how cute he is and wanting to pet him 3. he makes everyone smile (other than this dumb girl apparently). He watched which way they walked, and had a slight laugh since it was in the direction of the poo bomb waiting to be detonated. He hoped karma would have the upper hand and give this snarky little girl a taste of Baxter's revenge. After him telling me this, I was annoyed, but there wasn't much to do about it. Baxter is for all intensive purposes... our child for the moment! He is our little pride and joy, the one we cuddle up with and snuggle for hours on end, he brings us laughter, joy, fear and the rest of the great spectrum of emotions that can be bestowed upon by such a small furry creature.  As we made our way home there was a group of kids leaning against a car, one doing something at a house. Again, with passing them the snarky girl boldly stepped up and claimed... "That dog looks like a rat!" Alex, the smart man he is, simply told them to get a life... me... the not so smart one at times, stepped up and asked them to repeat themselves stating.... excuse me multiple times. After Alex nugged me to continue on and be mature about the situation I couldn't help myself but to inform them that I didn't have time for uneducated people. 

My blood was boiling, I was like a child, asking for a fight or something, this group of "kids" could have taken both Alex and I on, and embarrassing to admit, but won.  Of course, nothing happened, we walked off, I was annoyed, irritated, and ready to yell at the little twerps the remainder of our journey home, coming up with come backs, many of which, as Alex pointed out would have taken far to long to say, though I still found them brilliant. Alex, was as always trying to tell me to calm down and forget about it. People still continue to stop us and oh and awe on how cute our little Bax man is... so, apparently the little hooligans were on their own with their mean thoughts!