A sleepy RoadDog wakes up for another day at Wharf Rat Rally.
A lot of people have been asking me how Jake enjoyed this year’s Wharf Rat Rally in Digby.
As usual, our RoadDog had a wonderful time. What’s not to like about a weekend of motorcycles and people who love them, all packed together in a crowd where lots of people stop to say “hi” to a big dog with short legs. Jake even met another motorcycle-riding dog, a tiny female Pomeranian with her own black leather jacket and chaps named Tia Maria. He wasn’t excited about her clothing, but Jake always enjoys meeting other dogs.
Well, almost always. There was a minor drama during our weekend. Jake and I learned the hard way that not everyone attending was a wharf rat — what we consider to be motorcycle-loving, people-loving, here-to-have-a-good-time attendees. Some, although they pretend to be wharf rats, are really just rats.
It happened on Saturday afternoon. Steve had gone off to buy some bottled water for all of us and I was sitting on the edge of the wharf with Jake at my feet. The crowds were incredible, so we were just kind of catching our breath, when a teen boy appeared beside us with “it.” Before you get too concerned, “it” was not an rabid Pit bull or even an angry Doberman. “It” appeared far less threatening, a wolf in sheep’s clothing if you will, so I let down my guard.
That’s when the drama unfolded. One second, a Jack Russell terrier was wagging its tail nose-to-nose sniffing at Jake. A second later, the nasty creature let out a growl as it suddenly made a grab for Jake’s nose. That’s right, “it” tried to wrap its jaws around RoadDog’s face.
Needless to say, I was incensed. The teen pulled “it” away before Jake was harmed and our boy just continued to lie there looking a little shell-shocked. I went from being angry at the Jack Russell to being angry at myself for letting it get close to Jake. Then Steve arrived on the scene and was ready to hunt down the offending dog and its owner, so I had to calm down to calm him down.
In the end, no real harm was done. Jake wasn’t injured and, although we saw the Jack Russell around a few times after that, its owner seemed to be keeping it pretty close. We certainly didn’t let any other dogs get close to our boy without asking their owners about their temperaments and Jake quickly got over any lingering concerns when he met an adorable German shepherd puppy and spent about 20 minutes in serious puppy play. Throw in time spent with our friends — some of whom I might add spoil our dog almost as much as we do — a barbecue at our motel and a campfire on the beach, and RoadDog really enjoyed being a wharf rat for a weekend.
Jake, us and our wharf rat friends after our barbecue.