The horny dog....

One of the lessons I am trying to teach Mason right now is not to run up to strange dogs. Dogs absolutely love him though...and I think it's because he gets this look on his face that could light up a billion rooms when he sees a dog.

So yesterday we're walking down the street and we see an English Bulldog (you know those stocky, wrinkly ones?). So of course Mason goes running over...I go chasing behind yelling at him not to talk to strange dogs and yet again the owner is telling him....ohhh it's okay, he's friendly (aka don't listen to your loonatic mother...what does she know about dogs/rabies/strangers??).

After I gave him the death glare (you know, the one where laser beams shoot from my eyes and are cursing the person who tries to overrule the mama...), he explained to me how his dog (oh how I wish I remember its name right now...) loves kids.

Just as he's rounding the third time of mentioning that ____ (darn I wish I remembered his name!) loves kids SOOO much I witnessed this dog push my child down with one stocky little arm and go to town on him.....*ahem* The dog molested my child!!!! He was humping all over him. You would think that my first reaction would be to help my kid up and run like mad...NOPE I started laughing!!! (maybe nervous laughter?) Then I scooped him up and ran away without even saying as much as bye to ____ (let's call him humpy McGee...).

Mason then looks up at me and says when we get way down the street....

"That dog loved me".


He surrreeeee did.