April 5, 2008

• Blooming Idiot

  Well, the cherry blossoms continue to bloom and blooming idiots are on the loose as well.  We returned to the Fukuoka Castle site today and had finished out lunch and rolled over on the grass for a nice nap in the sun.  Some homeless men have large tents in the park, and as long as they don't make trouble the police seem to turn a blind eye.  One of the fellows living in the park even has a dog, doghouse and all.

  There were some nice kids from an elementary school baseball team practicing in the park, and Hubby noticed that the ball had rolled over towards the doghouse.  He narrated to the half conscious me as the dog came out and spied the prize.  After a brief staredown with the little human retriever, doggy picked the ball up and took it into the doghouse.  Soon six kids are trying to figure out how to get their ball back.  They tried fishing it out of the doghouse with their bat, but doggy was clearly unhappy with the thought of loosing its new toy.  RARFRARFRARFRARF!!  The kids were afraid of the dog and began yelling for help, and as the canine owner did not seem to be within earshot, I went over to see what I could do.

  Let's see, nice doggy...   The animal did not protest being approached and was willing to sniff my hand (no fingers extended) and let me scratch its head.  It was not willing to let me pull it out of the doghouse, nor was it willing to let me try to fish the ball out with the kids' bat.  RARFRARFRARFRARF!!  Um, kids, how about knocking on the door of the tent?  It was a really sturdy tent.  The kids elected the biggest among them  for the task of knocking on the door, but they were getting nowhere.  RARFRARFRARFRARFFFFF!!

  Hmm...  Hub has not eaten all his lunch.  Perhaps a few morsels might coax doggy away from the purloined baseball.  It is totally against my policy to feed other peoples' dogs anything, but in this case I could see no alternative.  The dog was causing a problem and the owner was not to be found.  Ok kids, get back, let me try this alone.  Doggy was willing to get far enough from the doghouse to pick up the strategically tossed bits of meat for me to retrieve the ball from inside the doghouse and toss it to the boys!  Yeah, mission accomplished easily with no danger to anyone!!

  My victory celebration was cut short by a terribly irate fellow suddenly in my face telling how terrible I was to be tormenting that poor dog with a bat and feeding it.  Um, that was definitely not what was happening, and he was taking the dog's word over mine.  Did he think for a moment that I was going to stick my delectable arm into the house and mouth of an irate varmint?  But Idiot would not hear any differently, because he said that he had seen the whole thing.  At this point Hubby entered the scene and asked if Idiot owned the dog.  Idiot said no, but he had seen the whole thing and thought that the kids and I were all horrible animal torturers.  I mean, does he really think that a woman of my mature age is going to get her jollies teasing dogs in plain sight?  And if he had really seen the whole thing, why didn't he do anything to help the kids get their ball back?  That question took some of the bluster out of his sails.

  At this point I was ready to leave since both Hubby and Idiot were getting hot under the collar.  These things can get out of hand, and if Idiot is unwilling and unable to listen to reason, then it is no use wasting time on him.  Better to throw water on a fire that oil.  Idiot went back to his seat under the cherry blossoms with his party.  He was sitting with his back to the dog, so he hadn't seen the whole thing at all.  I did ask the kids to go tell this fellow what had really happened, and made the same request of the adult who was now with them.  Where was he when the kids were having their problem with the ballnapper?

  Well six kids were happy to have their ball back and I suppose the dog was happy to have a snack, making the score 7 happy versus 1 Idiot, so I suppose our side won. 

   

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