The “Dangerous Dog Breed” Conundrum

So, the reason that I am posting on dogs today, and not something to do with writing is because I have a complaint. I knew that getting a German Shepherd mix would bring its share of struggles:

He is the most scatter brained dog I’ve ever met.

He’s putting on 3.5 lbs a week, so that 50 lb bag of dog food I just got is going pretty fast.

He still thinks that my fingers are chew toys.

We can’t go on a walk unless he has his leash in his mouth.

Our cat who is less than half his size scares him.

Yet, not once have I been confronted with anything that might suggest that his breed condemns him to being a dangerous dog. He is the sweetest dog. Most people seem to get that, and for those people I am grateful.

Others don’t seem to get it. I have had numerous people come up to me and ask how big he will get. His dad was 150 lbs. They hear that and immediately say that I should be careful around him because he will be out of control when he’s larger.

Excuse me, but when is it ok for a complete stranger to come up and tell me the way I should behave around my dog when you have no idea who either of us are? I don’t give a rat’s a** if you think you are giving me sound advice. You aren’t. You are making yourself look like an ignorant and self entitled stranger who thinks that I know nothing.

When we got Hoshi I saved up to put him in puppy class. One, because I knew he is going to be big and I don’t want to be drug down the street, and two, because of people like this. I like well behaved dogs, and I also want him to be the best he can be. What I don’t want is for him to be fodder for ignorant pushy people who think they know better than me.

I encountered another woman on one of our walks who took the time to pull her child out of the way of my puppy and begin to tell him that “those kinds of dogs are dangerous and mean so you should always stay away”. Within earshot of me. If I’d been raised by less amazing parents, and if there hadn’t been a child there, I probably would have done something irrational. In all honesty I was too stunned to do anything but walk by her.

I feel bad for her child. He might never now how great German Shepherds are because his mom didn’t have the decency to stop judging other people. She could have asked to pet Hoshi. All my fierce puppy would have done was roll over and ask for a bully rub. Yeah, he’s a real terror.

So, get down off your high horse and stop judging relationships and situations you don’t understand. If you let the media dictate what type of dog you feel is too dangerous to be around you or your family then I’m going to assume you don’t have the decency to see beyond social stereotypes and see how great these “dangerous breeds” can be.

I’ve always felt this way, but now that it’s closer to home it irritates me more. I know that shouldn’t be the case. Regardless if it matters to me personally, if it’s wrong it has to be addressed, but at least now I have the backbone to stand up and say something.

10632778_10204635666233853_2553165622855139679_n This is a picture of us the day we picked Hoshi up. I wanted a picture with the dad because he was an absolute treasure.

I’m done with the ranting. Also, sorry I didn’t post last week. School has been so busy, and I’ve been a day behind for about a week or so. I hope you are having a good Friday.

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