There are two kinds of people in Seattle. No, I'm not talking about the cold/warm classification that pits chilly people who are friendly on the surface against area transplants. That dichotomy is simplistic, because it fails to account for slow drivers. What I'm talking about is kid people and dog people.
As is the case with most realizations, you undergo a series of experiences that leads to an epiphany. My first experience with Seattle dog people occurred a few months after we moved in. Only one person from the neighborhood came over to welcome us (well, two if you count the woman who wanted to see inside the house), and that person sold his house to "a nice young couple." When the new couple moved in, Wendy and I took the boys over to greet the new people, even though such visits apparently violate Seattle neighborhood by-laws. The man and the woman stood behind the screen door holding back their braying hounds while the four of us stood on the other side. As Wendy exchanged one-sided pleasantries, something else bothered me about the scene. At first, I chalked it up to the people being assholes, and the fact that I saw a big Notre Dame flag go up in the window a few weeks later confirmed by suspicions. Now, it's all so clear to me. They're dog people.
I know what you're thinking: What about people who own both kids and pets? Breeders with dogs. Simple. In Seattle, they still pick a side. Here's an example. Earlier this year, a pre-school Mom convinced her husband to host a Seahawks football party. The idea was to get the pre-school Dads together. Wendy RSVP'd me and committed to 7-layer dip, so I woke up early, made the dip, and went to this fabricated male bonding experience even though my beloved Colts were playing at the same time. This couple has twin girls the same age as ours, and they have a one-year-old boy and another on the way. Kid people, right? Not so fast. They have a dog that's one-quarter lab, one-quarter pitbull, and one-half mongrel. This dog spent the whole football game trying to coax guests into playing catch with a slimy tennis ball. The dog let out a couple of farts that were nasty enough to force a couple guys to leave the room and clear their eyes. Here's the clincher: When I saw that the Colts had won a nail-biter, I pumped my fist.
"What happened?" said the host.
"The Colts won," I said.
He turned to his brother and friend and said, "Funny how I keep seeing a lot of Colts fans this year for some reason..."
Dog person.
I liked dogs growing up. I always thought I was a dog person. but over the past 20 years, I have noticed more and more owners with their dogs on the trails while I'm mountain biking and trail running. 98% of the dogs are unleashed and untrained. 1% are leashed. The other 1% are unleased but the owners have spent the time to train their animals. They can tell there dog to stay or heel and they obey, no matter what.
ReplyDeletethe 98% are happy to let their dogs run up and jump on you, digging their paw nails into your flesh in exuberance.
'oh, thats ok. they are harmless and they don't bite any'
hmmm..
I have step kids and small dogs. I don't like other peoples kids and most dogs. What I have is cats. Cats really bring out the hate in most mouth breathers, because of the fact that cats are usually smarter. They don't take orders from those dumber than themselves, and don't crap on the carpet.At least our's dont. Can't say that about kids and dogs. Why is that people think you should love their kids and/or dogs as much as they do? I could care less if others like my kids, dogs, dogs, or cats. It doesn't cause me to lose sleep, so too bad. I guess I'll just set out another pan of unembittered anti-freeze and have a cup of coffee. Should make the neighbors dog quit shitting in our yard. Just kidding. No coffee for me. Too late in the day.
ReplyDeleteI'm a cat, dog, and kid person. So what do ya do with that?
ReplyDelete- Gillian
Do you live in Seattle? Seattle people take sides.
ReplyDeleteAhh. That explains it.
ReplyDelete- Gillian
What are you talking about?
ReplyDeleteTurtle person.
ReplyDeleteI live on a cul-de-sac where there are 10 homes. All have kids, but only 4 of the 10 of us are kid people. And a great deal of the houses in the subdivision are dog people, too, so when I go for a walk in the neighborhood, I hear barking the entire walk. Rarely do I see kids playing outside, even though tons live here. I'm guessing they don't like being barked at, either.
ReplyDeleteThere are dog people and then DOG people. The people over the back fence are creepy dog people. Dogs to them are somehow larger than people. i.e. better. They hate us, our dog is neglected by their standards. It's an outdoor dog most of the time, weather permitting. We caught the lady sending stuff over the fence to our dog on a basket and a rope. She offered to "take the dog off our hands". We clearly don't LOVE it enough.
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