Clap Clap, a 100 pound Golden in my lap...
I went to my 12-year old son Ethan's baseball game yesterday. I'm one of the coaches, but I walked around to one of the park benches behind the plate to watch our pitcher's delivery. He strikes the kid out and I clap a couple of times and shout "Nice one, Jesse."
No sooner than I clap, do I find myself with 100 pounds of golden retriever in my lap. Bam.
Nice enough dog. Friendly dog. But when I clapped, he almost knocked over his owner, who's a giant guy who weights like 300 pounds to get to me. No harm done of course, but it's good it wasn't some little kid or a pregnant woman or something.
The dog's owner was one of the dad's on the other team. His dog is a dream compared to his son. I coached the son a couple of years ago on my team and he was, hands down, the most sullen, sulky, obnoxious and entitled kid I've ever dealt with. He wasn't much of a player, didn't work hard or listen to our coaching at all, but he was always criticizing his teammates or complaining about something. Out of close to 100 kids I've coached on various teams, he's just about the only one I wouldn't want to coach again. I didn't deal with the dad much, but from the look of their interactions, the apple doesn't fall far from the tree.
FWIW, the other team's coach owns a boxer. Really tough looking dog. But soooo well behaved. Perfect manners. Just sat there and watched the game, and was perfectly patient and friendly with kids of all ages. I would much rather live with this Boxer. And I really did pity the poor coach, having to deal with this kid and his dad.
BTW, Ethan has been continuing to rip it up. He's been hitting at the top of the lineup, batting right around .500, bunch of extra base hits, steals, and a couple of runs scored every game. Even better the whole team has really started hitting. Since I started doing "soft toss" batting practice before every game, we scored 14, 11, and 9 runs. On Saturday morning, they spotted the other team a 12-1 lead, scored 10 runs in the the last two innings (ignited by Ethan's leadoff triple) and had the tying runs at second and third with one out. Last night was a more routine 9-2 win. The playoffs start next week. Go Mets!
Apparently somebody taught that dog that clapping meant "jump up on me!" That would be, I believe, the law of unintended consequences.
Funny how the kid turned out sullen but the Golden managed to be friendly (if untrained).
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Way to go Eathan, sounds like your son is a real star. You should be very proud.
That golden really sounds like a sweetheart but the whole family needs to go to obedience classes and miss manners.
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I guess I'm not quite describing the scene. If that was the boxer, someone would have thought the dog was attacking me.
I love big dogs, but this golden had really crossed the line. He could have very easily hurt me, and would have scared the bejeezus out of anyone who isn't a real dog person (and a lot who are.) He wasn't so much friendly as pushy.
And FWIW, I would guess that the grown-ups in that house taught that dog exactly what they taught the kid. Nothing.
Thanks for the kind words about Ethan. It's nice to see his hard work pay off (and he seems to have a special knack for coming up with a hit when his mom or other friends have come to watch) but he's smiling at the end of the game win or lose, no hits or three.
His biggest contribution to the team may have been getting ready early enough that we can get there an hour before game time and get everyone their cuts. And that's what I'm really proud of.