Entitled Parents

EM Tries to Take my Dog Cause "Im too emo for a dog like that"

Lets get a little bit of framework before we start. I have scars on my arms back when I was an emo upstart who didn't know what actual depression was until I got smacked upside the face by it. Regardless, the scars still remain there, despite some time having passed. Also, I have a dog. Obviously

So its a nice and hot summer day, I wanna go on a nice walk. I change into a tee shirt and begin to walk outside. However, my dog trots up behind me, and I know she wants to come with. I hook her up on her leash and we begin to walk around. After about a minute, I realize I forgot to put on some form of sleeves to cover up my scars (I do this as to not worry people about my wellbeing). Regardless, we continue onward.

Being my dog has black fur, and those who have taken biology know that black absorbs color and heat, we stop to cool off under a shaded pavilion at a park. I pull out some water and a small cup and let her drink it (gotta be a responsible dog parent, ya know?). As time passes, kids come and go, asking to pet the dog. She's loving the attention, I'm loving the weather, life is good, you know?

WRONG!

So as I'm packing up my supplies, a mother and her child (Im guessing 4 years old) approaches me. I of course let the child pet the dog, while the mother ensues conversation

THE CAST:

EK: Edward Kong (The long lost brother of DK)

EM: Engorged Mango

Me: Danny DeVito (my dream role)

EK: The doggy is cute, mom!

EM: Oh I know! What breed?

Me: Chihuahua, but there's some other stuff in there too

EM: Oh how charming.

EK: Mommy, I want him

Me: Im sorry, she's got a family to come home to (I pick her up, ive been on this SR too long not to know how this goes)

EK starts crying, I offer him more pets of the dog as some form of consoling. The mother turns back to me

EM: Alright, how much?

Me: Not for sale. This is out of my control

EM: Come on, were both adults here, just let me take the dog off your hands

Me: Ma'am, if I came back home without a dog, I think id have one angry family breathing down my neck. No amount of money will alleviate that.

EM: Come on, don't be unreasonable

Me: I'm being reasonable, ive clearly expl-

EM: Well, you don't deserve her. An Emo like you doesn't DESERVE a dog this precious!

I look down. In holding my dogs, I have in turn revealed my scars. Im very hurt, these are markers of bad memories I try to forget, and this woman just weaponized it. I realize my best bet is to get home to the protection of my family

Me, through gritted teeth: Okay ma'am. Lets walk to my house and maybe ill consider an offer

So we walk, I let the kid (who has been nothing more than a kid their age) pet the dog some more. We engage in harmless talk, me "making sure this dog would be going to a proper family." She tells me all about her family and how absolutely perfect is, making it all the more fitting she gets this "perfect dog." I roll my eyes and continue walking. She makes a passing comment again about how I'm probably a bad dog owner cause I cut myself, hurting me even more

As we get back to my house, she stops me again

EM: So, were here. Let me have the dog

Me: Well, I've considered it, and the answer is still no

EM: But you said-

Me: I said I'd consider it. My consideration answer is no

EM: No, I refuse to leave without this dog!

She makes a reach, but giving my dog is VERY skittish, she leaps back and lets out a small growl. I open the door for her and let her in.

Me, turning back, having entered linguistic Ultra Instinct:

Listen here, you vapid brick. I've been reasonable. I let myself consider this, which is an EXTREME generosity. You have refused to accept that I declined your offer multiple times. In addition, you have not only insulted me as a dog owner, but weaponized mistakes I made. You are not laying your hands on that dog. Now I am ONE negative thought away from a mental breakdown, and I want to go inside before that meltdown. Leave the premises now.

Now I went to go inside, but she decided to grab my shoulders. I don't remember much about what happened next, but according to my parents, she said another comment about how I didn't deserve the dog, and I just went ballistic. No physical contact on my part, but I apparently tore into her, flinging insults in a list only rivaled by Clark Griswold in Christmas Vacation. I got her off the property with that outburst. I went inside, cried in my room, and that was the end of that day. Ruined by an EM who couldn't take no for an answer