This is why you don't talk to strangers

I'm one of those people that can't walk past a dog without saying hello, no matter what type or breed. If its my favourite breed-a staffy-well then its a red letter day!
I stopped off at Iceland before I got my second bus home and walked past a staffy. It wiggled it's bum at me so I asked the owner (who had his back to me and was tying his shoe lace) if he was friendly to stroke.
'Yeh he'll only lick you.' he said.
I stroked the staffy, a leggy brindle boy and then was about to walk on when the stranger swung round and fixed me with a manic wall eyed stare.
''Ees going to be put down soon.' he said, motioning to the dog.
Oh my god! I thought I'll have to buy the poor staffy so this mad old man doesn't kill him!
'No?! Why?!' I exclaimed.
The blue eyed man had hardly any teeth and wore a filth sodden raincoat.
'Ee keeps killing cats.' he told me. 'Ees killed four now-I 'ad the RSPCA round my place last night and t'police. I asked them well why are them there 'aving a barbeque-' his voice descended into incoherent muttering.
'Well can't you keep him away from the cats and muzzle him?' I suggested desperately, now looking for a way out of the conversation.
The dog half closed his eyes as though he had heard it all before. A car alarm suddenly gave a screeching peal. The man swung round and swore loudly.
'Shut your bleedin' noise you effing b**tards! Its not nice for the neighbourhood!' He turned back to me for confirmation.
'Am I right or am I right?'
I shrugged, not wanting to commit myself to an answer. The man looked hard at me and changed tact. Stooping to pick up his plastic bags he told me;
'No one understands me. I'm from Yorkshire y'know. I used to be a junkie on the streets, but I quit that. Now i'm an alcoholic instead.'
He straightened up and flashed me a rapturous, gap toothed smile.
'I'm a p**s head and proud!' he howled.
I backed away slightly, too polite to flee.
'What's your name?' he slurred. 'My names Yorkie, short for yorkshireman. We should shake hands.'
He offered me a grubby fist covered in festering sores. I gingerly covered my hand with my sleeve and shook it.
'Yes well.' I began, trying to make my goodbyes.
'You're very sexy.' he said suddenly. 'You're very sexy but your too young for me, i'm fifty two.'
I bent down to pat the dogs head one last time.
'Bye now!' I said hurridly. ' Take care of your dog!'
I quickly walked away.
'You are very sexy!' he called after me.

Moral of the story: don't talk to strangers, even if they have a staffy!

i've been told i'm strange. does that make me a stranger?

Well are you an old alcholic rofl?

nope. and i even have all my teeth

OMG. What a nutter! Glad you got away unscathed (physically at least )!
Poor dog though, was he really going to get put down...?

Poor dog though, was he really going to get put down...?

I hope not. He was in good condition considering the state the man was in, his collar was good quality too. I think (and hope) that the man was just drunk and exaggerating.

sounds like mental illness may be an issue with the man you encountered. we have the same problem with mental illness related homelessness in the U.S. some places here have wonderful services for anyone who needs the help, but we can't make anyone accept the help.

how's lil' Romeo?

how's lil' Romeo

Romeos great, thank you for asking. Going to order him a new harness soon I think.

There are some real characters out there you never know when you will meet one.

What kind of harness are you going for?

What kind of harness are you going for?

I've seen a white leather one I really like, he'll look like a late Elvis! He has the same one in black & brass but I think white & brass would be nice for the spring/summer. This is the chrome one:
http://cgi.ebay.co.uk/ws/eBayISAPI.dll?ViewItem&item=260969049692&ssPageName=ADME:X:RTQ:GB:1123

That sounds like a paragraph out of a book lol

That sounds like a paragraph out of a book lol

I do write in my spare time but I assure you thats not one of my stories or what i'd consider story standard!

my god i live in yorkshire think i might move now he's not a very good add for any where or any animal really the poor dog.

_julie_ wrote:my god i live in yorkshire think i might move now he's not a very good add for any where or any animal really the poor dog.

most likely not in the travel broucher

Wow. That is a frightening story. Fits in with this month's avatar theme though. You should have snuck a pic.

Blimey I thought my area could be a bit rough lol! What a complete nutter!! I do hope is dog is ok though

Omg how scary! Hope the poor lad doesn't get put down! How's Romeo doing at home now? If u don't mind me asking x

How's Romeo doing at home now? If u don't mind me asking x

He's great, thanks. Dunno if you read my other thread, mother calmed down and stopped acting like the wife of the crazy man. Bought him two new beds, now he lazes the day away in fake fur comfort.
Wish I could have got the dog off him somehow, although I'd be worried about the safety of my cat if he's a cat killer. Not sure I could have another male here either with Mr angry Italian mafioso.

ahh poor dog

Yeah i did Awe good im pleased everythings calmed down! that sounds lush my dogs would love a furry bed they constantly try and lay on my faux fur coat lol. awe yeah i hope he doesn't get put down i've never heard of a staffy cat killer before.

Erm...FLEE!

wow what an encounter for you! sounds like a top quality bloke (sarcasm noted)
hope he does look after his dog

You tell it all so very well.

Ew yuck lol. Reminds me of an old guy that tried to talk to me on a class trip when i was like 11. The teacher was really angry and was about to smack him one cause he just wouldn't leave me alone and he was drunk as and all covered in poo eugh. The security guards had to take him away. Never seen my teacher so angry and it wasn't at me!!