We call Ty a horse dog because he’s such a giant, being a bullmastiff and all, so of course we assumed that he’d just love real horses. Boy were we wrong.
We took him to historic downtown Fredericksburg the other day while we were running errands. First we swung by the used bookstore, where Ty sniffed the stacks of books and got a treat. Then we went to our favorite source for pet goodies, Dog Krazy on Caroline Street, where he got a homemade organic dog cake. All was well.
But then we decided to get some lunch, and that was when things went south. A horse-drawn carriage passed on the street in front of where we were enjoying our lunch in patio seating.
Me: “Look at the horsies, Ty!”
Ty: BARKBARKBARKBARKBARKBARKBARKBARKBARK
Me: “Ty, NO! No bark!”
Jesse: laughing too hard to do anything useful
Ty: BARKBARKBARKBARKBARKBARKBARKBARKBARK
Horses: no response
People on carriage: “Oh my God, look at that vicious dog. What is wrong with those people?”
Ty: BARKBARKBARKBARKBARKBARKBARKBARKBARK
Me: crawling under table in embarrassment
For the next 10 minutes, everyone who walked by was all, “Oh, that’s the dog we heard! Jeez, he’s big.” No kidding. And apparently he hates horses. Go fig.