For every high, there is a low

As most of you know, one of my dogs, Kona, is permanently injured from a fall and now walks funny. I think Kona has come along quite well in the last seven months since I've had him, and I've included video of him scampering along the hallway in my building.

Though he obviously has issues, he's made huge progress in how far he can walk. Initially, it was not very far and now he can walk for several blocks. Sometimes, he does get tired, but more often, he gets pissed if I don't let him go into the street, so he'll just stop walking, and I have to carry him the rest of the way so Reese can continue to get his exercise.



What's cool about Seattle is that they have these off-leash dog parks all over the place, so they can run about at their own pace with other dogs without getting hit by a car. What can be sometimes frustrating is that I have to explain at least a dozen times that Kona has a bad leg and is really a dog, what the injury was from, that I really have no idea why he walked off a second story balcony, and that there really isn't anything the vet can do as I would not intentionally allow my dog to remain this way if there was a cure.

However, I think my opinion of what humans can be capable of reached a new low this weekend. For every kind-hearted person, I think there is one that is equally cruel. I was walking the dogs in my area and I saw this L.L. Bean-like young couple walking their dog across the street. I saw them staring at Kona, which is quite normal since some can't figure out if he's a ferret or a dog, and then I saw them laugh in that snotty-girl-from-16-Candles-type-of-way and then the man did some funky walk to imitate Kona.

I can't imagine how pathetic this person's life has to be to make fun of a helpless dog. Sounds like he needs to watch an episode of My Name is Earl and learn about karma.