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After the day's bit of writing I decided to walk Tucker, since he hasn't gotten many walks lately due to me and then Laurie being sick. As I finished the neighborhood I could see he was still eager, and I felt better than I had since before getting sick, so I decided to take him around the campus too. Coming around the last bend by one of the dorms I watched a guy carrying a sizable box over to his buddy nearby, which they started unloading.
I didn't think anything of this until I walked by them and looked up at them at the same instant I realized what I was smelling. There on the sidewalk, in broad daylight by a street full of cars and with passers-by like me, they were lighting up marijuana, the contents of the box. I happened to look up at just the right time, as Stoner #1 tried to cover Stoner #2's joint with his ineffectual hand. As I walked away I thought You guys are idiots.
By coincidence or not, though, a few seconds after I walked by and clearly saw what they were up to, Stoner #1 took his box towards the dorm and #2 started following me. Just in case #2 decided to try anything threatening as he followed close at my heels, I started giving Tucker--a German Shepherd mix--fake commands that made it sound like he needed calming down. I picked up my pace a bit, and when the Stoner did too, I figured enough was enough. I gave Tucker a slight right-hand tug on his chain, which I knew would get him to look back towards me to see what I might be wanting him to see. He obliged by looking back at his shoulder and square on the guy following us. The second time I did this, issuing "calming commands" like "Easy, easy..." and Tucker looked up to eye the fellow (no doubt wondering what the heck I was doing), the guy broke off and hurried away in a different direction.
Chances are Tucker, who is regularly infatuated by the smells all around him when he goes walking, hadn't even registered the guy behind us until I gave the discreet tugs. But don't mistake me--if the guy actually had tried coming after me physically, it's almost a certainty that Tucker would have attacked him. And I know Tucker locked a curious gaze on him for a few seconds before Stoner #2 peeled off.
Good Tucker. Wanna piece of bacon?
I didn't think anything of this until I walked by them and looked up at them at the same instant I realized what I was smelling. There on the sidewalk, in broad daylight by a street full of cars and with passers-by like me, they were lighting up marijuana, the contents of the box. I happened to look up at just the right time, as Stoner #1 tried to cover Stoner #2's joint with his ineffectual hand. As I walked away I thought You guys are idiots.
By coincidence or not, though, a few seconds after I walked by and clearly saw what they were up to, Stoner #1 took his box towards the dorm and #2 started following me. Just in case #2 decided to try anything threatening as he followed close at my heels, I started giving Tucker--a German Shepherd mix--fake commands that made it sound like he needed calming down. I picked up my pace a bit, and when the Stoner did too, I figured enough was enough. I gave Tucker a slight right-hand tug on his chain, which I knew would get him to look back towards me to see what I might be wanting him to see. He obliged by looking back at his shoulder and square on the guy following us. The second time I did this, issuing "calming commands" like "Easy, easy..." and Tucker looked up to eye the fellow (no doubt wondering what the heck I was doing), the guy broke off and hurried away in a different direction.
Chances are Tucker, who is regularly infatuated by the smells all around him when he goes walking, hadn't even registered the guy behind us until I gave the discreet tugs. But don't mistake me--if the guy actually had tried coming after me physically, it's almost a certainty that Tucker would have attacked him. And I know Tucker locked a curious gaze on him for a few seconds before Stoner #2 peeled off.
Good Tucker. Wanna piece of bacon?
