There we were, me and my four year old son making sandcastles on the beach, the bright afternoon sun slanted through the trees creating shadows and dappled light over our creation when suddenly, seemingly out of nowhere a big boofy, slobbering imbecile of a boxer dog came lumbering onto my son knocking him head first into the sand.
In the distance the faint plaintive female voice called out the idiot dog’s name, but the dog dutifully ignored her.
So with the natural instincts of a protective father I gave the dog a hefty kick in the head, then another as it kept trying to jump my boy and as he turned to flee another in the backside just for good measure.
Then the imbecile who owns him came running up to me,’Don’t kick my dog’.
To which I answered, in a diatribe full f expletives, ‘Put a leash on the stupid thing before I kick it to death’.
Meanwhile my now traumatised son, who I picked up after the initial attack, was screaming in terror as this moronic dog owner argued with me that her dog had more right to be on the beach than a human child playing sand castles because the council had designated it a dog walking area.
My reply? ‘Put your stupid dog on a leash if you can’t control it and if it ever attacks my son or me again I will beat it to death’.
She eventually got the message leashed her dog and toddled off down the beach. And that is how you handle stupid, moronic dog owners.
M Mizzi, Byron Bay