Walking Tank is always a great endeavor. He’s a good walker, but boy he attracts a lot of attention. I feel like I can’t just take him for a walk in my jammies or with bad hair, even at nine at night, because no matter where we go or what time it is I get roped into these weird conversations about him that usually go like this:
Stranger compliments Tank’s looks.
I half-smile and say thanks.
Stranger pets Tank or stands at a safe distance and stares.
I stand there.
Stranger talks to Tank in high voice.
I stand there.
Stranger comments on Tank’s size.
I fake laugh and say “yeah”.
Stranger goes “Well, see ya later, have a good night, BYE TANK”
Tank wags his entire bum.
I say bye.
I never know what to say in those situations, other than really lame things like “Oh, he’s just excited, he won’t bite you.”, that kind of dog-owner stuff. I hate small-talk conversations and usually straight up ignore them, but I love dog people, and I honestly believe most of the people who come over to see a dog aren’t weird or creepy, they just want to see the dog. Especially such a weird looking cutie face. I mean…am I supposed to divulge more information about him at this point?
“Oh yeah, he’s cute but he’s quite flatulent and he snores, so…yeah. There’s that.”
The weirdest thing is that nobody can agree on whether Tank is big or small. Ryan and I have overheard entire arguments about whether or not he’s huge or tiny. Even I can’t decide. I ask him all the time “Are you a man or a baby?” (But it’s mainly because he reacts really funny to it. But I really can’t tell sometimes.)
Anyway, on the day we took these pictures last week, I was having a really rough time (due to some personal stuff) and so we found a quiet secluded path in the forest near our house to just walk the dog and not talk to all those dog people. It was really nice. I love these boys.
These were taken with my grandma’s Canon AE-1. Which I love, even though we obviously still can’t really figure out the focusing, haha.
Click the pics to enlarge. That’s what he said?