You know what’s kinda crappy? When people don’t train their dogs. Like, at all. Especially the tiny ones (think chihuahuas, yorkies, pomeranians). Those little chaos goblins bark their lungs out, bite ankles, and growls at anything that moves. And then their owner just laughs and goes, “Oh, he’s small, he’s fine.” No. He’s not fine. He’s annoying.

Somewhere along the line, people decided that small dogs get a free pass. Apparently, size determines whether manners matter. Because, “Oh, they’re not dangerous.” Yeah, okay, tell that to my shins and my sanity. Barking nonstop, lunging at strangers, snapping at other dogs… I hate to tell you, that’s bad behavior. Period. If a big dog did that, people would lose their minds. But slap a pink bow on a six-pound gremlin and suddenly it’s “cute”? Hard pass from me.

And don’t even get me started on the “he’s friendly!” crowd. You know the ones letting their off-leash fluff ball sprint up to strangers like it’s a meet-and-greet. No, thanks. Your dog isn’t being friendly. He’s being rude. Not every person (or dog) wants a surprise visitor in their personal space. Some dogs are nervous. Some are reactive. And now you’ve created a whole unnecessary situation because you couldn’t hold a leash. Train your dog. Control your dog. “He’s friendly” is not an excuse for chaos.

Training isn’t just about teaching “sit” and “stay.” It’s about respect. It keeps dogs calm, confident, and safe. Big dogs get trained because their size makes them a liability. But the small ones? They get babied. Carried in purses. Fed from tables. Treated like toys instead of animals. And guess what? That’s not cute – it’s unfair. You’re raising an anxious, reactive mess because no one set a single boundary.

And here’s the thing: untrained dogs ruin it for everyone. When your little gremlin is barking like they’re auditioning for a heavy metal band, jumping on people, or picking fights at the park, it doesn’t just make you look bad — it makes every dog owner look bad. Public spaces would be so much better if everyone just did the bare minimum: trained their dog and respected other people’s space.

If you really love your dog, prove it. Structure, consistency, and boundaries. That’s love. A trained dog is a happy dog. A happy dog isn’t terrorizing brunch tables and lunging at joggers.

So yeah, next time you see someone giggling while their tiny dog bites ankles or charges at strangers, just remember: size doesn’t excuse bad manners. A jerk is a jerk, no matter how fluffy. Train your dog. The world (and my ankles) will thank you.