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Growing up I had a Golden Retriever which my older sister named "Goldie", creative, I know, and normally it was the sweetest nicest dog anyone could want. The one odd thing is the dog just really hated black people; we're talking to the point where it would attack black people just because they came around it. I have no idea why this dog hated black people, it was certainly not something anyone in my family encouraged, and yet this sweet, nice dog would turn into a terror any time a black person came around. My mother once said she thought it was because the mailman was black, and because the dog would start barking every time the mail man came around so, maybe the dog associated black people in invading his territory, but my dad said she was imagining things. I do know that this dog was the same age as me, they bought it just a a little less than a year before I was born, and it was an extremely active dog always running and chasing things. It was fine with the one to two cats my family always had but if a neighbor's cat dared to stray into the yard then it would literally kill it. I remember my mother running out into the backyard trying to get the neighbor's cat out of the dog's mouth but the dog was shaking it like a rag doll until its neck broke. She was afraid the neighbors would sue us so she quietly put the cat's corpse into the trash can and pretended not to know when the neighbors asked if we'd seen their cat.
So, anyway, our dog was racist against black people. One of my dad's friends from work was black and even though EVERY OTHER ONE of his co-workers (some white, some Asian, some Mexican) would come over and the dog would be fine but the second his black co-worker walked in the dog tried to turn into Cojo and they had to lock him outside. My dad would lock him outside but any time the black guy came close to the door the dog would freak out and act like an attack animal. It was disturbing especially since the co-working in question was such a nice guy and was always playful with my sister and I as children. When I got older my parents disclosed an event which happened shortly before I was born, I try not to think about it because I don't EVER want to think about my parents having sex (who does?), but apparently they were in their late 20's, camping in the San Gabriel Mountains, in a state park, in Los Angeles County, and they were getting randy in their tent in the state camp ground. The dog was, happily in my mind, left outside (I was on the way but not yet born) and apparently my parents heard the dog barking up a storm and someone screaming their head off so my father pulled his underwear on and climbed out of the tent to find a black guy, holding their ice chest above his head while the dog had pinned him on top to the pick nick table for the camp ground... My dad was in his late 20's and was demanding what the black guy was doing in their camp spot and why he was holding their ice chest while the dog was, rather viciously, trying to get a bite on the black guy's leg. I was told my mother was sticking her head out the tent yelling at him but only her head because she was naked. It turns out the guy was just a petty crook who was trying to steal a $10 ice chest after my parents had disappeared into their tent for their sexual events, I would rather not think about, but, the dog, who was so cool with most people, had gone cojo the moment the black guy stepped into the campground. He just didn't like black people.
Now the dog could have just been territorial but that would be odd since the camp ground wasn't his usual territory and knowing him he probably wouldn't have given two wags of his tail if a white thief or any other non-black thief had tried to steal that cheap cooler but for some reason that dog freaked the **** out and decided full scary cojo on the black guy even though 99.99% of the time the dog really didn't seen to care much about anyone getting near it or entering its territory. How do you explain all this? It sounds stupid but I really think I had a dog who just didn't like black people. I had a racist dog.
So, anyway, our dog was racist against black people. One of my dad's friends from work was black and even though EVERY OTHER ONE of his co-workers (some white, some Asian, some Mexican) would come over and the dog would be fine but the second his black co-worker walked in the dog tried to turn into Cojo and they had to lock him outside. My dad would lock him outside but any time the black guy came close to the door the dog would freak out and act like an attack animal. It was disturbing especially since the co-working in question was such a nice guy and was always playful with my sister and I as children. When I got older my parents disclosed an event which happened shortly before I was born, I try not to think about it because I don't EVER want to think about my parents having sex (who does?), but apparently they were in their late 20's, camping in the San Gabriel Mountains, in a state park, in Los Angeles County, and they were getting randy in their tent in the state camp ground. The dog was, happily in my mind, left outside (I was on the way but not yet born) and apparently my parents heard the dog barking up a storm and someone screaming their head off so my father pulled his underwear on and climbed out of the tent to find a black guy, holding their ice chest above his head while the dog had pinned him on top to the pick nick table for the camp ground... My dad was in his late 20's and was demanding what the black guy was doing in their camp spot and why he was holding their ice chest while the dog was, rather viciously, trying to get a bite on the black guy's leg. I was told my mother was sticking her head out the tent yelling at him but only her head because she was naked. It turns out the guy was just a petty crook who was trying to steal a $10 ice chest after my parents had disappeared into their tent for their sexual events, I would rather not think about, but, the dog, who was so cool with most people, had gone cojo the moment the black guy stepped into the campground. He just didn't like black people.
Now the dog could have just been territorial but that would be odd since the camp ground wasn't his usual territory and knowing him he probably wouldn't have given two wags of his tail if a white thief or any other non-black thief had tried to steal that cheap cooler but for some reason that dog freaked the **** out and decided full scary cojo on the black guy even though 99.99% of the time the dog really didn't seen to care much about anyone getting near it or entering its territory. How do you explain all this? It sounds stupid but I really think I had a dog who just didn't like black people. I had a racist dog.
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