A couple months ago, I was at the fairgrounds with Mya and Ele, and I let them loose to run around, or explore, doing all those doggie things they like to do, as well as to relieve themselves. There was another car parked close to where I was, and I saw a man about 100 yards away, with his dogs. I didn't think nothing of it, because lots of people go to the fairgrounds with their dogs. NO ONE puts leashes on them. Even this man had his 2 dogs offleash. He had a black dog and a white one. Both looked like typical mongrel dogs, so nothing special. The fairgrounds is one of the very few places people take their dogs so they can just run around and be dogs. Well, after being about 100 yards away from us (me and my dogs), he starts walking back to his car, which was parked behind me. His car is a gray SUV. When he got about 50 feet away from me and my dogs, he put the leashes on his dogs.
Ele is a social, and very vocal, dog. That's typical of these australian shepherds. Her barking sounds mean. But believe me when I say, in all the months I've had her, her bark is much worse than her bite! She usually only barks when she sees other dogs. But as far as I've seen, she does not fight with other dogs. She approaches them in a submissive posture, mostly to say hello. As that man got closer, Ele approached him and his dogs. He yelled at his white dog, who was trying to greet Ele, and pulled it back towards him. Ele didn't like that he did that, and started barking. Next thing I know, this man is pitching a big hissy-fit! I didn't hear what he said, all I heard was "fuck-fuck-fuck-fuck-fuck-fuck-fuck-fuck-fuck-fuck-fuck-fuck-fuck-fuck-fuck-fuck-fuckin'-fuckin'-fuckin'-fuckin'-fuckin'-fuckin'-fuckin'-fuckin'-fuckin'-fuckin'-fuckin'-fuckin'-fuckin'-fuckin'-fuck-fuck-fuck-fuck-fuck...." At no time whatsoever, did this man make a single intelligent sound. I didn't know if he was yelling at Ele, or his own dogs, or even at me! I didn't pay attention. Ele barks at everyone. So, I thought nothing about this incident. But from that moment on, this man was known as "the F-bomb guy" by me.
He was a short man, kinda pudgy, bald, wore glasses. He looks to be in his early 50s or late 40s. And I think he's hispanic. I don't know his name, which is why for now, I just call him "the F-bomb guy". I know what road he lives on. He lives on the next road down from our complex. Anyway, I did not like him at all. Even before I met him. Something about the way he carried himself made me feel downright creeped out! I got some terribly uncomfortable vibes from him. Vibes rather reminiscent of a man who beats up women. There seems to be a lot of that these days, with feminism demanding equality. But in this case, I was just minding my own business and he comes along yelling. I wasn't sure whom he was yelling at though. If he'd been yelling at me, I would assume he would have approached the car, like a regular adult would do.
Well, yesterday, I asked my sis to take Mya to the fairgrounds. We had just brought Ele back from the vet to treat a serious run of diarrhea. I had to prepare Ele some special food the vet gave us. So my sis took Mya, and even took her little shih tzu dog, Rosie, and went to the fairgrounds with them. I fixed this special food for Ele while she was out. I put in the anti-diuretic pills and some meds and mixed it up in the food and gave that to Ele.
Later, my sis came home from the fairgrounds with Mya and Rosie. She asked me in a rather disturbed tone "Have you ever ran into this short guy at the fairgrounds who has a big mouth, and he's bald, with glasses on?" She described his dogs, one being black and the other being solid white. I asked her "Is every other word out of his mouth the word 'fuck'?" she answered yes. I told her "That's the F-bomb guy!" I had told my sis about him once before when we went to the fairgrounds together, and she said she's never seen him before. Nor anyone like that before. I thought "Good! He hasn't bothered you yet!" I told her if she ever sees that guy, don't trust him, because he gives me some bad vibes. I was hoping she'd never meet him, but she did the other day. Said she was just putting the dogs out, minding her own business, and then this guy comes along and started yelling at her because Mya was not on a leash. I told my sis to tell him that NO BODY puts their dogs on leashes there! And even he has had his dogs offleash there before. She said she tried to talk to him, but all he wanted to do was yell. So my sis yelled back at him. She said she kept telling him to leave her alone, and he wouldn't. I was right. A normal man would have taken that as a cue to get lost. But not the F-bomb guy! It also seems I was right about him having no respect for women too. That was the first thing I thought of when I heard him speaking. I feel bad for his dogs!
Well, after I found out he'd called my sister names, I wanted to find that shitty son of a bitch and wring his neck!!! If I ever see him again, I'm gonna tell him to leave my sis alone, or he is going to be FUCKED!!! I'll call the cops on him so fast, he'll run home and his shoes will never be able to catch up! First though, I need to get his license plate #. I don't know his name! I barely know his car. You'd be surprised how many people in this town own gray mid-size SUVs! My sis was doing as I do, minding her own business, putting the dogs out. Then Bozo comes along, acting like he owns the fairgrounds, and takes jabs at my sis for no good reason! I was beyond PISSED!!! NO ONE dares talk shit to my sister and gets away with it, not while I am around. And he's lucky I wasn't there with my sis! Now this man needs to learn how to mind his own business and leave us alone. I won't stand for it!
I try never to hate people, but it's hard not to when they cross my family! For all I know, the F-bomb guy could just be some mentally disturbed butt-picker. For that, he deserves pity. Not anger.
















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