Last night I was talking to a friend about things that drive her nuts that parents do, or don’t do, with their children. Sometimes I forget that I have children, too….sometimes. Just because my children poop outside and like to chase ducks doesn’t mean I don’t have similar “It drives me crazy when parents do” moments.
It drives me totally batshit crazy when people STOP their dog from sniffing my dogs butts. WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT?! Anyone with a soft squishy thing between their ears (or internet) should know by now that butt sniffing is the essential part of the canine greeting. That sniff tells your dog everything he needs to know about my dog.
If I could easily tell whether people were shiddy by catching a whiff of their nether regions, I would never shake hands again.
But these people who stop the process, they seem embarrassed. “Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry.” He didn’t sniff my crotch, and if he had a) I wouldn’t have been offended and b) he’d have learned that I’m not his type so he should keep his lipstick away from me.
I don’t know. It don’t make sense to me.