“Don’t get hysterical when he’s just playing,” the man said with a huff but at least walked faster.
That was apparently the limit for Owen because he handed me Mudbug and ripped the poodle off of me. “Don’t speak to her like that when you can’t control your fucking beast and apparently have the same manners. Don’t bring your fuckinguntrained dogto a public space when it doesn’t have recall and won’t listen to you.”
The man flinched and demanded Owen let his dog go.
“No, not until you claim him,” Owen drawled, snapping at the dog to shut up when it growled at Owen.
To which Mudbug gave cute barks to back up his dad. They were puppy barks still but totes adorbs.
“Cato was just doing what dogs do, and if you’re not ready to understand that sort of behavior, then you shouldn’t come into adog park,” the man snapped right back.
“And women smack men who talk down to them and don’t know how to behave like they should,” I verbally volleyed. “If you’re not able to handle that then you shouldn’t be around women.” I glanced him over and snorted. “Though I doubt you normally are.”
Owen tried to squash a snicker and failed.
The guy bristled as he reached us. “That isbatteryand—”
“Yes, exactly my fucking point,” I drawled, gesturing to his dog. “Just because yourmongrelhas instincts doesn’t make it any less unacceptable. Our mixed-breed puppy has better recall and training than your supposedly impressive dog, so maybe that’s not everything.”
Owen did a double take, understanding this was about more than the dogs now.
I took a threatening step toward the man when he almost reached us. “Look at our verycalmand not aggressivemuttwhen your dog started all of this and came at me. Unprovoked. And you’re not apologizing but excusing the behavior.” I snorted when steam about came out of the man’s ears at the way I was insulting him.
By telling the truth.
Yes, the truth was insulting when unflattering.
I took a few steps back because the guy was human and it would be Owen who ended up dealing with the loser since it was real life and not handled among supes… Actually, supes would be the same damn way.
“Purebred normally means too much inbreeding,” I added as the man leashed his dog. “And I find the same in men who focus on lineage and such cringe things as well. So clearly, you are the perfect match. But I hope you both get yourselves under control before you and yourmongrelare locked up.”
I spun on my heel and walked towards a different corner of the park, chilling out more with each step and kiss from Mudbug.
“You’re my hero,” a woman said as I got within ten feet of her and her dog. I glanced over and saw her grinning from ear to ear. “That guy is such a fucking douche. He uses this place as his own matchmaking service like he thinks real life is a romcom and he’s the star. Except—as you just saw—his dog is a fucking nightmare and he’s got the personality of—”
“Steel wool while probably thinking it’s the charm of Hugh Grant?” Owen finished as he joined us.
The woman chuckled as she tapped her nose. “But even funnier you picked that with your fancy British accent.” She frowned and I felt her desire not to be rude but was curious.
“It’s real,” I chuckled as I set Mudbug down. “Sexy, right?”
She held up her left hand. “I got my sexy voice and everything at home, but glad you’re happy, girl.”
“Love a loyal one.” I went to move on, but her dog let out a small growl now that Mudbug was on the ground.
“We’re working on it,” she sighed heavily. “He’s not like other chihuahua’s, but—honestly it’s more that poodle. My boy is pretty good, but fuck is he petty and never forgets.”
I nodded. “The poodle started shit with him?”
She snorted. “Yeah, and got his ass handed to him in seconds.”
I blinked from her to hertinydog before glancing over my shoulder at the poodle still being dragged away. That poodle had atleasteighty pounds on the tiny dog.
“Well done, sir,” I praised the chihuahua, much to Owen and the owner’s amusement.
We said goodbye and kept walking since she was obviously working on training with her dog. Owen picked up a stick andtossed it for Mudbug. We chuckled when he went and raced after it, pounced on it… And promptly laid down to chomp on it.
“Okay, so we need to teach him fetch and do dog parks more,” I teased.
