Remember a while ago I posted about the pit bulls in our neighborhood? Hey, guess what? The same little dog (Sandy) that was attacked then was attacked again! Only this time by the Rottweiler mix, Pepper-Ann. Sandy was in the doggy hospital with multiple puncture wounds and a broken jaw. Pepper’s owner (who also owns one of the pit bulls that attacked little Sandy dog not too long ago) also had to have stitches in her hand and arm due to the attack.
Are they getting rid of the dogs? I mean, two attacks in two weeks, the little dog almost dead, the owner with stitches… But no. “Oh, they’re just so lovable, we can’t bear to get rid of them. They’re like family.”
No, they’re like attack dogs. Sorry. Get rid of ’em before the kids get attacked (yes there are three kids living with these dogs, and many more neighborhood kids in the area).
Update: I just talked to the neighbor lady. “Oh we’re going to get rid of the small dog,” she told me. “The two big dogs are staying. They’d never hurt anyone, they just don’t like the small dog is all.” She then went on to show me the bite wounds on her arm where she’d been bitten. “The vet told me to put Pepper down, but I just can’t. We’ll just get rid of Dad’s dog instead.” (The small dog isn’t hers, you see. The guy they call “Dad” lives with them. Sandy’s his dog. The guy takes the little dog everywhere with him — the two of them are true companions, inseparable. At least when the little dog isn’t busy getting eaten by the big dogs…) I asked the lady what she was going to do when the big dogs attack one of the neighborhood children. “Oh, we’re getting a shock collar so we can handle them better.”
I’ve cut back to part time at the print shop. I just can’t afford to work there any more. If you want to know why I’m stepping back from my day job, just e-mail me and I’ll explain it all to you in excruciating detail.
…has lost my respect. Go read THIS if you want. In short, Mr. Keillor (of “Prairie Home Companion” fame) went to Washington D.C. on Memorial Day (the day of the annual Rolling Thunder rally when hundreds of thousands of bikers, mostly veterans, go to visit the Wall to pay their respects) to visit an art gallery and got bent out of shape because there were *gasp* VETERANS there.
“Somehow a person associates Memorial Day with long moments of silence when you summon up mental images of men huddled together on LSTs and pilots revving up B-24s and infantrymen crouched behind piles of rubble steeling themselves for the next push. You don’t quite see the connection between that and these fat men with ponytails on Harleys.”
Well, Mr. Keillor, most of those fat men with ponytails you saw WERE the guys huddled together in a firefight, visiting Washington DC to pay their respects to their friends who died in combat. I’m sorry they got in your way as you were in DC spending Memorial Day looking at a picture.
If anyone cared about the war dead, they could go read David Halberstam’s “The Coldest Winter: America and the Korean War” or Stephen Ambrose’s “Citizen Soldiers: The U.S. Army from the Normandy Beaches to the Bulge to the Surrender of Germany, June 7, 1944 to May 7, 1945” or any of a hundred other books, and they would get a vision of what it was like to face death for your country, but the bikers riding in formation are more interested in being seen than in learning anything. They are grown men playing soldier, making a great hullaballoo without exposing themselves to danger…
Again, I have to say, Mr. Keillor, that most of the bikers you saw that day are not grown men playing soldier, they ARE soldiers, and they HAVE exposed themselves to danger — because our country asked them to. I’m sure, too, that reading a couple books about “the war dead” makes you more of an authority on the subject than those who left friends on the battlefield. These men and women held up their right hand and swore an oath — and fulfilled that oath. Whether the U.S. government used these men and women wisely is a debate for a different essay. The point is that the United States needs a military, and these people had the strength of character to fulfill that need. They deserve our respect, not your snide comments.
I’m sad. I used to listen to “Prairie Home Companion,” and I’ve seen the show live on two different occasions, but it’ll be a long time before I can listen to it again without remembering this episode. Grrr.