I had taken Will, a male GSD, with me to neighboring farm earlier in the week, to let my kids see the farm owner's new Emu.
While we're there, the farm owner's sister comes up, also there to see the Emu, and is quite smitten with Will. And you know how when someone compliments your dog, it kind of adds a little swag to your strut and you can feel your head getting big... it's a natural response, and then they say something that confirms they're all talk and no education and you kind of deflate a little bit... yeah, that's what happened to me.
Well, we're standing there, and the kids are all petting this ridiculous Emu, and this woman is telling me about her dogs. Unlike her brother, she's not a farmer, but she does perfer "farm dogs" as pets. She's got a male Cattle Dog and a female Pyrenese. And then she tells me she's in the process of developing the absolute best farm dog ever. I'm thinking she's training her dogs to be good working dogs, and I'm picturing the Pyr guarding sheep, while the Cattle Dog herds them... and then she says "Yeah, we should have our first litter due anytime."
I ask "SHOULD have? Um, do you not know when they bred?"
And then she says "Oh, LOL, no hun, they stay in the yard and just kind of do their own thing."
By this point her brother has walked over and is rolling his eyes, almost clear out of his head and adds that he's tried to talk sense into her, and goes on to tell her that he's on our reserve list for a puppy this fall.
The woman's eyes light up, like they're on fire. And she says "OMG. YOU breed THIS dog?!! OMG!! You know what we should do?! We should breed him to one of our puppies, you know add another layer to our 'Perfect Farm Dog' conquest!! That would be so awesome!"
And as she's going on and on about how awesome that would be, I'm looking at the brother, and he's looking at me, embarassed and slighly in disbelief and before I could reply, he says to his sister "Uh, Mary here doesn't stud her dogs out. You'll have to find another sucker to particiapte in that nonsense."
She laughed it off "He's constantly telling me how dumb my idea is, but I'm going to show him." and then she asks "Hey, Bill, are you getting a boy or girl puppy? Get a boy and I can use him."
Luckily he's reserved a female, which he's informed me will be spayed ASAP, as he's got absolutely no desire to breed ever.
My disbelief and disgust (?) was hard to hide. I mean I'd been told that people like this exist... that there are those out there attempting to create the absolute most perfect dog ever to walk the Earth.... but I'd never actually met one, or been confronted by one.
I simply looked at her, and said "Sweetie, you're wasting your time. Someone's already beat you to it. The perfect dog's already been created, by a man named Max von Stephanitz. When you get a spare minute, look him up. It's quite an interesting story as to where the perfect dog came from and how it developed.
Thankfully the kid's interest in the Emu wasn't long lived and they were ready to leave before too much longer.
People crack me up.