This story is funny, NOW, in a very perverted kind of way, but when it happened I went through the roof!
It
was always my tradition when I was training dogs to invite anyone who
was without family to my home for Thanksgiving (and any holiday for that
matter). In the dog business there is a lot of traveling from track to
track and many people who just can't get home for the holidays. I was
always glad to do this - except for this one time!
It was the
night before Thanksgiving and I had invited everyone to my house as
usual. I was working at the track picking up dogs. I had picked up one
of my dogs and I went to the water hose to hose him down when I was
greeted by one of the most disgusting sights that I have ever seen in my
life!
Standing
in front of me, hosing his dog down was "Bear" (nickname). Bear was
drunk. Not only was he drunk, he was sloppy, staggering drunk! He turned
to hand me the water hose and I was greeted with the sight of his
penis! Not only was it hanging out of his pants but he was
actually relieving himself at same time he was turning around!
I of course let out a scream of rage
and fury so loud that I believe that entire compound heard me! Bear, in his
drunken stupor started to apologize profusely and I guess in his mind
he tried to turn away from me which only gave me alovely profile view of
him relieving himself.
I lost it!
I threw one screaming, ranting fit that sent everybody scurrying in
every direction once they saw what the problem was. Thankfully Bear was
escorted away and someone else started to pick up his dogs for him. I
could not believe that someone who was supposed to be at my home for
Thanksgiving the next day was treating me with such disrespect!
Thankfully he did not show the next day. Not only did he not show, but
no one ever saw him at the track again.
The
running joke for a week was that Bobby, my husband, had killed him and
left him in a ditch somewhere. Bobby just laughed at the whole situation
because he knew that I was quite capable of fighting my own battles. A
couple of weeks later we found out that Bear had gone home to a track in
Massachusetts. No one ever saw his face at West Palm ever again.
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