Ask Juliette: Internet Trolls, and a few other items of great importance.

Ask Juliette (Ask a Vampire, Advice for Everyone) is a regular feature here at VampireMaman.com

All questions are from my readers. If you have a question about anything (and I mean anything) just send me a note at juliettevampiremom @ gmail.com

 

Ask Juliette

Dear Juliette,

Lately it seems that I can’t view a single cute or inspiring thing on the internet without seeing at least one asshat trying to ruin the moment with a negative comment. There’s a puppy cuddling a baby, someone says the baby will get germs. There’s a puppy drinking from a baby bottle, some idiot says milk is bad for dogs. (puppies are bottle-fed with special formula, dumbass) A paraplegic rider demonstrates how she mounts her horse, which is trained to lie down. The trolls spewed their poison all over that one as well.

The simple solution is to stop reading comments on things people post, and yet I find myself drawn there every time like a rubbernecker at a car crash. I worry that I’m developing some kind of sick obsession.

What is wrong with people?

And what is wrong with me, that I feel compelled to seek out the trolls? Does that make me a troll?

 

What is wrong with people? They’re assholes. But I’m going to show a few examples. No, I don’t have any answers. Trolls need to grow up and get a life.

If you look at trolls are you a troll? Absolutely not. You’re right, it is like car crash or a train wreck. But it pisses us off because it is like seeing a car crash caused by a drunk driver.

We’ve all left nasty comments (don’t tell me you haven’t) on sites. I don’t do it anymore because when I have I usually feel guilty and troll-like. You just have to let it go. LET IT GO.

LET IT GO like James Bay or Elsa in Frozen but neither one of their songs work for this – so let’s move on.

Now that the US Presidential election is looming and in our faces 24/7 the trolls are out in full force. Be careful. Don’t allow yourself to be sucked into the mess. Nothing good will come of it.

For the sake of this post we’re going to discuss serial trollers. You know who they are. They’re the people who ALWAYS have to leave a nasty comment or something that contradicts what you’re trying to say. They’re the kind who like to leave their nasty snail slime trail on news stories, blogs, and public online social media groups.

From Wikipedia: “In Internet slang, a troll (/ˈtroʊl/, /ˈtrɒl/) is a person who sows discord on the Internet by starting arguments or upsetting people, by posting inflammatory,[1] extraneous, or off-topic messages in an online community (such as a newsgroup, forum, chat room, or blog) with the deliberate intent of provoking readers into an emotional response[2] or of otherwise disrupting normal on-topic discussion,[3] often for their own amusement.”

I can’t tell you how many times I’ve wanted to forward a feel good news story (usually on NPR) to someone but then saw all of the asshole troll comments on it. I swear some of the regular trollers have no lives. They can’t have lives – not with all of their narrow minded negative energy that they MUST get out.

I have three examples of crap I’ve recently seen.

Linda Holmes writes the popular culture feature Monkey See. Even though I’m a hundred years younger than she is, and don’t always have the same taste as she does,  (but what is there to agree with it is just a popular culture feature to be entertained by) but I love her writing. She is bright and fresh and funny. Anyway, on a recent column about a The Bachelorette TV show she had to start it with an anti-troll disclaimer.

[Note: This is where a spoiler warning would usually go, but in this case, the warning is this: it’s a post about The Bachelorette. You should only read it if you’re interested in a post about The Bachelorette. If you’re not interested in a post about The Bachelorette, I can recommend this story about a snowy owl or this examination of ancient Chinese beer. If you’re not interested in The Bachelorette or owls or beer, I’m out of ideas.]

But even with that there were trolls making comments. The other readers pointed out the disclaimer but trolls gotta troll. They can’t help it. It is their sick and twisted fix. But what is with the guy who doesn’t understand that the program is just fluffy entertainment and went on a rant about politics and the fall of Western civilization?

This is the full article: http://www.npr.org/sections/monkeysee/2016/05/24/479291336/parade-of-goofballs-2016-can-jojo-find-a-prince-in-a-haystack

I don’t watch The Bachelorette but I thought the article was laugh-out-loud funny.

Another example was a story with the title, World’s First Surviving Septuplets, Born In ’97, Graduate From High School.

I thought the article about the McCaughey siblings was sweet. I remember when those babies were born. Seven! Count em. And their parents raised them ALL at the same time. Can you imagine the diapers? Can you imagine having seven toddlers? It was a feel good article. But the trolls have to move in and make about every kind of mean and nasty comment they could. Why? I have no idea. Those kids aren’t hurting anyone. And to make matters worse they might read the comments. But trolls don’t care about that.

http://www.npr.org/sections/thetwo-way/2016/05/23/479248548/worlds-first-surviving-septuplets-born-in-97-graduate-from-high-school

I’ve noticed on news sites that it is the same trolls coming up over and over. Get where this is going? On one of my own social media sites I used to have a cat hater hating on my cats. WTF? I’m not going to hate on your pets.

Recently (today) a young friend of mine posted this disclaimer before posting a funny video on Facebook.

Please, no “this is why you don’t cater to children” comments. We’ve all gone down this path at least once (some only once) and found ourselves eating the damn toast over the trashcan.

No, we don’t give into toddlers like that, well usually, but the video was funny. If you’ve lived with a wild chimp, I mean toddler, you know what the maker of the video was getting at. But it is a shame that the young mother who posted the video had to tell her online friends to back off.

The Artistic (Figure) Rollerskating community is filled with trolls. My own child (a US National Champion) spends a lot of time defending young skaters against older trolls. There are first the old timers who do everything they can to put down young skaters. Yes, old people are trolling young people in their sport. They throw out their old nasty phlegm about how the skaters aren’t any good and how their dresses are ugly. Really? If they want the sport they loved to die they’re doing a good job and helping it along to it’s grave with their negativity and lack of support. By the way – the skaters are better now and their dresses are better than ever. These old folks never even think that when they spread their negative crap that the young people who are working so hard see it. So shut the fuck up skating trolls – or anyone who trolls any young people in an activity they love.

What is even worse is that the old trolls give younger trolls permission to be mean. And don’t even get me started on trolls from one sport who troll another sport (don’t even get me started on them.) If you want respect don’t be a troll. Make sure you tell your kids that – even if your kids are grown.

Earlier this week I asked my readers to give me their thoughts on trolls.

From Kevin A. Ranson:

I think Trolls enjoy participation, but they also like reality TV drama. It’s their chance to be snarky safely behind their keyboards without worry about other people’s feelings — which may say more about the Trolls than their targets.

That said, however, posting anything online invites conversation. If the comments are left on, it may be naive to expect that only supportive statements will be made. Some folks don’t have the education or the experience concerning a particular subject matter and may be asking ACTUAL questions in a way that may sound Trollish while not trying to be. Being accused of being a Troll in a new group can transform someone into a Troll; after all, shouldn’t they act accordingly if no one will take them seriously?

Online conversation tends to exist in a microcosm of support where people may expect to be safe — Facebook groups, for example — but a difference of opinions can manifest between even the best of friends. My own policy is to allow Trolls to be themselves on my threads while I ask them constructive questions to see if they are indeed a Troll or, perhaps, have been transformed into one. One aspect of this behavior tends to be intelligent, articulate, net-savvy folks looking for someplace to belong; make friends with a Troll and they will be your online friend forever!

Many folks I’ve met online started out as Trolls but have since joined a contingent of Trollhunters: Trolls who hunt Trolls — a-holes who hunt a-holes. These are friendly but arrogant folks who target Trolls, luring them away down dark tunnels until they find themselves surrounded and left with little choice but to run screaming back under the rocks from whence they came…and it can be quite entertaining to watch.

For Kevin’s blog Thinking Skull CLICK here. 

From Holly:

I will get personal attacks on my weight or looks when I post pictures of myself (well, when I did, I mean) but they would filter out and never get published. Either I delete and don’t care or, depending on where I am in the depression and such and take it all completely personally.

I know that it has become popular for some people to troll-track or expose people for who they really are, but I view that as just as lousy behavior as the troll. Even in the name of defense, creeping is creeping.

I agree with Holly. The beauty of most social media and blogs is that you can delete trolls, block them out, and get rid of them. Holly’s smart and entertaining blog is https://bloggityramblings.wordpress.com

For my original troll post and the other comments from my readers (THANK YOU EVERYONE) click here. 

When I first started Vampiremaman.com I had a few trolls. OK maybe not complete trolls – they were just people who wanted to tell me that I knew nothing about blogging or Vampires (really?) or spelling. OK I admit I know nothing about spelling. I had a few tell me that I was going to Hell for writing about paranormal creatures of darkness. But I just blocked them out and they went away.

But back to the original question… I don’t think we’ll ever get rid of trolls. Maybe if we just all ignore them they’ll go away.

~ Juliette

 

I added this image of Vincent Price just because he is smoking HOT.

I added this image of Vincent Price just because he is smoking HOT.

Dear readers, I’m soooooo behind, so I only have a few short questions left.

 

Dear Juliette,

My boyfriend has no sense of style. If we’re going out he’ll wear an oversized tee shirt and baggy sports shorts, no matter what the occasion. How can I get him to dress nice without hurting his feelings? 

 

Ask your boyfriend the age-old question, “Are you going to wear that?”

Another version of that same question is, “You’re not wearing that are you?” I find that one the most effective at my house.

Be firm. If he doesn’t get a clue take him shopping and show him the following video cause every girl’s crazy bout a sharp dressed man.

~ Juliette

Dear Juliette,

I met the perfect guy, except I just found out he is a Vampire. What should I do?

 

Run away.

~ Juliette

 

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Ask Juliette is a regular feature on Vampire Maman. It is usually posted on Thursday. If you have any questions about anything please ask and I’ll answer the best I can. Send your questions about relationships, parenting, vampires, paranormal stuff, life, love, cats, oranges, ghosts, werewolves, fashion, cooking, art, and everything else to juliettevampiremom at gmail dot com.

Thanks for dropping by. xoxox

~ Juliette aka Vampire Maman

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Tonight We’re Talking About Vampires, but not really…

As the Earth’s foremost Vampire Slash Parenting Blogger, I plan on getting back to my roots today and talking about Vampires. I’ll talk a bit about parenting too.

As usually I’m being side tracked left and right, and every other direction. This afternoon I heard about this year’s big senior prank at the high school.

Vegetable Oil. Gallons and gallons of vegetable oil all over the main wings of the school. On the A-Wing, which is the entire front length of the school, housing all of the English classes and a few other, the windows were smeared with oil. The hallways all over the school were slick with the stuff. One kid was rubbing his hands on the windows then through his hair. Kids were doing the skating/slip-n-slide thing on the oil. A kid in an electric wheel chair did some spin outs (on purpose). Unfortunately two other students in wheel chairs had to go home because the gunk got in the equipment. A clean up crew with sand and God knows what else had to come in to clean up the mess. Then some girl called 911 from the school (for no reason), and about half the kids at school were just going nuts doing other stupid things. Graduation for the Seniors is Friday. In my opinion everyone is done with school this year and Friday should be the last day for everyone. I bet the teachers wouldn’t mind. But back to the oil… the kids almost got away with it but they posted the event on Snapchat. They will not be walking on graduation and their parents will have to pay for the clean-up. Yes, kids, if you want your parents to pay for your college don’t do shit like this.

Right now my Vampire life seems pretty normal. It is normal for me. It is just all of those other “people,” you know, with the warm blood and beating hearts that are kind of weird. More than kind of weird – really weird.

Which brings me back to when I was a teen, a long long time ago, in another time. Same place more or less, but a very different time.

When I was my daughter’s age Bell invented the telephone.

John Hopkins, who is buried not far from here, opened his University.

Budweiser was born. No kidding.

Samurai are banned from carrying swords in Japan.

The first cremation in the United States takes place in a crematory built by Francis Julius LeMoyne.

Rutherford B. Hayes is elected president and the United States survives. Hayes believed in meritocratic government, equal treatment without regard to race, and improvement through education. He was considered in the bottom half of US Presidents.

Yes, that is what was going on in 1876. I had planned on those fun filled facts to launch into something else about Vampires, when someone comes close to me and whispers in my ear, “come upstairs I have to show you something.”

I go upstairs where my daughter shows me Vape Nation videos on YouTube. Then she laughs and says, “This guy is just like the boys at my school. This is what I have deal with.”

The video was of a grown man, pants in socks, sunglass flaps up on his glasses, a bandanna on his head, and looking sort of stupid. He was acting cool and all excited about vaping – the smoking kind of vaping. It was super stupid. You might find it funny.

Why are kids so fascinated with vaping, especially boys? Who knows. Ask their dicks. Seriously, first in the stone age it was rocks. That graduated to fire. With that came chewing just about anything, smoking anything, spitting anything, and bad words. Maybe it is the lack of large brightly colored tail feathers, or size. Maybe this is just one of those unanswered questions of the universe that we will NEVER know the answer to. Look at any well respected man and remember, more than likely he was a stupid boy (according to most teenage girls.)

I’m not male bashing. I can bash on the girls too, but I was supposed to be writing about Vampires. Oh the distractions.

After the vape video, my husband, who has no patience for our silly girls giggle stuff, said to come downstairs because he was going to start something without me. I never got back to this post. And this morning, or maybe sometime today, I have a burning “Ask Juliette” post to write. There are fifty thousand other things important to do as well (OK maybe four or five on the list for today.)

Vampire lore will have to wait. A lot of things can wait, but teens can’t. If you have one at your house you have to spend time with it. They’re like puppies. This is your last chance to slather your influence, and love on them.

I’ll talk to you later. I have a teen that needs to be told to get ready for school.

~ Juliette aka Vampire Maman

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Give me your thoughts about an unsavory matter.

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This coming Thursday (5/26/16) my regular “Ask Juliette” column will be covering the subject of TROLLS, as in Internet Trolls.

Let me know what you think.

Have you ever wanted to share a feel-good meme or news story, only to find that it is followed by negative, and often off subject comments?

How does this make you feel?

Are you that person who leaves the negative comments?

Did you used to be that person? What made you change?

What do you do (if anything) about Trolls on your social media pages, or on your blog?

Do you have any other thoughts about Trolls and their motivation?

Either leave a comment here or email me in private, by Wednesday night, at juliettevampiremom @ gmail.com

 

If you have other questions about relationships, Vampires, life, writing, parenting, social issues, or anything that is burning a question mark in your brain, please feel free to ask, and it will also be included in a future “Ask Juliette.”

Thanks everyone, and please, watch out for Trolls.

~ Juliette aka Vampire Maman

 

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Movies + History = a lot of Daniel Day Louis

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It is the end of the school year and my daughter and her classmates have already taken the AP History Test, so they’re watching historic movies in class. By the way, they’re juniors in high school. (AP stands for Advanced Placement, which is curriculum approved by an organization that makes a lot of money off of giving tests to kids who want to get into college.)

Movies + History = a lot of Daniel Day Louis.

My daughter is watching Last of the Mohicans at home, and hour at a time. She’ll write about it and compare the movie/story with historical events for accuracy. She already pointed out a few points that are not accurate but she could have asked James Fenimore Cooper about that. That said, she did point out several accurate points, and also pointed out how smoking hot Daniel Day Lewis was as Hawkeye. Actually, I was the one who pointed out how smoking hot he was. She just said how much she liked his long hair and how attractive he looked.

In my opinion some of the most romantic movie moments EVER were between Hawkeye and Cora in this movie. Sigh.

Yesterday Clara (my daughter) told me that they (the history students) started to watch Gangs of New York in class. She said, “I don’t get it at all. Daniel Day Lewis comes out in some crazy wild colored clothes, and I thought this was supposed to be in the 1950’s. I can’t keep track of anything. I didn’t know Leonardo DiCaprio was in it too. That isn’t a bad thing at all.”

I gave my usual small lecture on costume history, etc etc etc, but as my kids get older the less they listen to my little history lessons. Sometimes I wonder if they ever listened at all. They’re like boyfriends on the first three weeks of dating. They listen politely, then they just turn up the radio and block it out. But as a wonderful mom I listen to everything they say. I listen to what my husband says too but he’ll tell you I don’t.

This time I told Cora that in the 1860’s, the same period of Gangs of New York, Werewolves had taken up loud garish clothing. They always had the brightest of everything, the tallest hats, and the most extreme hair. They delighted in their get ups. This is an odd contrast to their current subdued nature, including their clothing. Back then they didn’t care as much because nobody knew what they were. Now, with all of the popular culture about paranormal creatures, not to mention modern forensics, they have to be more careful. But that is just another one of Mom’s (me) silly tales and it is time to change the subject.

 

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School is almost out and Clara will be a senior. Then in a year or two there will be no children in my house, only a husband, a dogs, and two cats. Dad is in sad panic mode. I am just in sad mode.

A the same time I am happy that the young people in my life are so excited about their futures.

I’m also glad they have come to appreciate history. If you don’t know where you’ve been you can’t see where you’re going. Unfortunately most people don’t know jack about history and they aren’t interested in learning it.

I’ve always thought the aversion to history by most people is due to several things. The first is just a general lack of curiosity. The second is the way history is taught in so many schools – it is all about dry facts and people in funny clothing. History has to be relatable. That is why I LOVE my daughter’s history teacher. They guy makes it relatable. The third reason is the fact that people don’t value what others have done. They don’t value lives spent to give THEM the right to vote, or speak freely, or pray to whatever they want to pray to, or do anything they want to do.

But I’m off subject again, as if I really had a subject…

If you don’t like history give it a try…see a movie, even if it isn’t accurate, then read a book about it. Sometimes fiction is easier to digest, if you know what I mean. But don’t forget that truth is always stranger than fiction. And if all else fails see a movie with Daniel Day Louis in it. Yes, the kids also saw him in Lincoln, The Crucible, and There Will Be Blood. This summer I’ll make sure Clara sees  Age of Innocence and of course Room With A View. Yes, history can be fun.

So have fun.

~ Juliette aka Vampire Maman

 

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Short Story Sunday: Saturday Afternoon

Austin Durant was spending Saturday morning with a pot of coffee and a folder full of research materials. His mind was on the article he was writing, but also on the end of the school year, his latest landscaping project, and his girlfriend Elizabeth.

He stopped at the sound of the doorbell, then sent to answer. He hoped it wasn’t anyone trying to sell him anything. Two large men, dressed in black, stood at his front door. No clipboards.

Austin looked them up and down. “I’m going to assume you’re not from the Sanders campaign,” he said.

The men pushed their way through the door. Austin backed away.

“I don’t know why you guys even bothered to knock. Can I get you anything?” Now more than anytime he wished his old German Shepard Dogs Lucy and Mina were still alive. They would have ripped these guys to shreds, or at least barked a lot. After three years he still couldn’t bring himself to get another dog. But this wasn’t the time to reminisce about lost loves – he had Vampires in his house.

Who would have thought that Vampires would be at his front door at 2:37 on a Saturday afternoon in May? Sure, alright, he was a part-time, sometimes Vampire Hunter, but not on Saturday afternoon. The plan was to do a little work on an article about the California art colonies in the 1880’s, then do a little yard work, then go over to his sister’s house to eat tacos and watch Dead Pool.  Such is the life of a single History Professor slash Vampire Hunter.

“You know guys, this is a bad time for me. Why don’t you come back later, say in about a hundred years.”

The Vampires stepped forward baring their long sharp fangs. Austin started to calculate in his mind how to distract them so he could get his sword. Then the doorbell rang.

Austin put his hand up. “Excuse me for a minute guys.”

The Vampires stepped back and withdrew their fangs.

At the door stood Austin’s fifteen year old neighbor Ryan. A tabby cat with white paws stood next to him.

“Hey, Ryan. What’s up?”

“I, um, forgot my key to my house. My mom said you had a copy.”

“Sure, wait a second.” Austin looked at the Vampires. “Don’t even think about it.”

He got the key from the kitchen drawer and brought it back to Ryan. The boy thanked him then looked inside the door.

“Seriously dude, you have some creepy friends.”

“They’re not my friends,” said Austin. “Just some guys dropping off some stuff for a research project.”

“Uh, thanks for the keys.”

Ryan and the cat left and Austin turned his attention back to the Vampires. “OK guys, time to go. I have things to do, places to go, tacos to eat, and if you don’t get the hell out of my house I’ll add Vampires to kill to my list. Got it?”

The Vampires showed their fang again. Then the doorbell rang. The Vampires stepped back into the shadows.

Austin opened the door. Dave the mail carrier stood there with a package. “Hey, Austin, I just need a signature.”

“Good, I’ve been waiting for this,” said Austin as he signed the deliver slip. It was a packet of letters from the artist Julian Rix to a woman who would eventually break the artist’s heart. Austin put the letters on the table in his entry way and turned his attention back to the Vampires.

“Sorry about that. I told you this was a bad time,” he said to the Vampires.  “What do you guys want? I don’t have all day.”

The two Vampires showed their fangs and stepped towards Austin. “Listen, I don’t want any trouble. I don’t have a problem with you. I don’t even know you. In fact, my girlfriend is a Vampire.”

The Vampires hissed through their fangs, then stopped. There was a soft knock at the door.

Austin stepped back. “Excuse me, somebody is at the door.”

At the door Austin’s neighbor from down the street, a guy named Bob stood with a clip board. “Hi Austin, I have the petition to close the street on the Fourth of July.”

“Yes, I’m looking forward to it. Just let me know what I can do to help.”

“Sure thing,” said Bob. “Feel free to invite your friends.”

Austin looked around to see the Vampires had moved just behind him in the entry way. “Sure thing. Hey guys, you’re invited. Bring your favorite pot luck dish and some sparklers. It will be fun.”

After Bob left, Austin turned his full attention back to the Vampires. “I know you didn’t come here to borrow a cup of sugar. What do you want?”

The Vampires showed their fangs. “No, I’m not going to do this today. You’ve already waited almost an hour of my time. Either I kill you, you kill me, or you leave. What is it?”

The doorbell rang again. “Shit,” whispered Austin. He opened the door. There stood two college students with a clipboard. “Hey, I know you. How’s it going Tiffany?” The girl was in his California history class.

“Dr. Durant. I didn’t know you lived in this neighborhood. We’re here for the mayor’s campaign.”

“Good for you. I encourage everyone to be politically active. I think a few other groups will be out today as well.”

“Cool.”

The kids talked with Austin about politics and school. All the while Austin could sense the Vampires behind him, lurking in the shadows of his living room. He then wished the kids good luck as they went on their way.

He turned back to the Vampires who were now looking at his book shelf and talking quietly to each other.

Austin approached them. “So do you want to do this or not?”

“You have all of Steinbeck’s books, I’m impressed,” said  the taller and paler of the two Vampires. “Too bad I have to kill you.”

Then the door bell sounded again. Austin went to the front door. His neighbor Joe who lived behind him was there.

“Hey Austin. I’m fixing the fence so Sammy and Shadow can’t get out. Do you mind if I go into your yard for about a half hour?” Sammy and Shadow were two shaggy dogs of unknown breeds.

“Sure, I’ll help you out. Give me a few minutes. I’ll meet you in the back yard.”

Austin turned to the Vampires. “Guys, we’re going to have to do this later.”

The Vampires looked at him with frustration on their pale faces then slipped out the front door and vanished into the cloudy afternoon.

Well, this is the first time I’ve killed a Vampire with boredom, thought Austin. Then he put on his shoes and work gloves to meet Joe by the fence.

~ end

 

As with most of the Sunday Short Stories, this was written in about a half hour. And yes, I am in a roller rink on Sunday morning doing this. It is amazing how weird organ music can put a writer in the zone. ~ Juliette

For all of the Austin and Elizabeth stories click here.

 

 

A Public Service Message: Control Your F____ing Dog.

A Public Service Message: Control Your F____ing Dog.

Today, as I walked my five month old puppy in the park, on a leash, two large unleashed dogs ran up and attacked her.

Let me explain. My pup just turned five months old. She weighs forty pounds. She is a tall, almost solid black, German Shepard. But she is just a puppy.

Two dogs, a full grown Golden Retriever, and a black dog that looked like a Lab, ran around a  large fenced in Bocci Ball Court, to where we were watching squirrels. Yes, we were just standing by a tree watching squirrels. Then the Golden Retriever ran up and attacked my puppy. Yes, I had my pup on a short leash when the other dog jumped her. Of course my pup started to fight back. She is a German Shepard – a baby police dog. But no matter what breed my dog is, she was being attacked by an aggressive older dog. I yelled, and kicked, and screamed at the other dog. The beast wouldn’t stop. I told the kids to get away because I didn’t want anyone to get hurt.

Yes, I could have easily done great harm to the other dog. I could have easily killed it. Had there been blood I would have. I’m not kidding. I’m not going to have some asshole dog tear into my pup.

When the owner of the unleashed dogs came running up I gave him a few choice words. Yes, I dropped a big F bomb, and after scolding him for having unleashed dogs who attack puppies, I said “SHAME ON YOU.” The man said nothing. I’m sure I put the fear of God into him, and the fear of pissed off women with puppies.

I’m sure the owner was a nice guy – but seriously dude KEEP YOUR DOGS ON A LEASH.

My message for today is:

If you are at a crowded park, or a park with other people and dogs, or any public place with other people and dogs then KEEP YOUR DOG ON A LEASH. 

Or if you don’t understand the meaning of that how about KEEP YOUR FUCKING DOG ON A LEASH.

Or I WILL KILL YOUR DOG OR SERIOUSLY HURT IT IF IT HURTS MY PUPPY OR MY CHILD.

My pup adores the grown dogs on my street (except the nasty unsocial rescue Pit Bull with the embarrassed owner.) If a dog wants to play she won’t show aggression. But if another dog shows aggression of course she’ll fight back. And so will I.

I’m all for dogs. I love dogs. Dogs are great. But if you’re going to have a dog in public you have to keep it under control. You can’t have it attacking other dogs, chasing cats, or knocking down small children.

My old dog Jasmine was always aggressive around other dogs she didn’t know. So I NEVER let her go around other dogs in public. Come on folks, if I can be responsible with my dogs so can you.

I once had a 125 pound female Alaskan Malamute I adopted as a rescue dog. She LOVED all people and cats. She was aggressive towards ALL OTHER DOGS. I always kept her on a leash. I ALWAYS warned other dog owners to keep their dogs away from her. So what did owners of other dogs do? They insisted that their dog would love to play with mine. NO NO NO. What is it with stupid people who don’t believe me when I say “KEEP YOUR DOG AWAY.”

Keep your dog on a leash around other dogs. No matter how friendly you think your dog is, you never know how it is going to react around a new dog. Don’t be an asshole owner. LEASH YOUR DOG when other dogs or people are around. 

I don’t want my pup to learn that other dogs are assholes. So don’t be an asshole owner. Keep your dog under control.

Thank you.

~ Juliette aka Vampire Maman

 

Alice at 5 months. She looks grown but she isn't.

Alice at 5 months. She looks grown but she isn’t.