Completely unrelated, but an amusing vignette from my Saturday night (Tim and I went on a nighttime tour of the local cemetery, which is a 733-acre arboretum and cemetery, with a 10-acre woodland preserve in it -- so, more than just a graveyard -- that was founded in 1845 and has spectacular monuments and mausoleums):
Actual conversation we had, while we were waiting for our tour group to start the cemetery tour (to set the scene, there were over 500 people waiting in very orderly lines for about 7 or 8 separate tours):
Me: Why did the police just drive by?
Tim: Because we're a big crowd. Things could get rowdy.
Me: Waiting for a cemetery tour?
Tim: The cop might think that this will be like Egypt.
Me: ...
Me: Pharaohs will enslave us?
Tim: No, *current-day* Egypt. Not cat Egypt.
Me: CAT Egypt???
Tim: ...they worshipped cats. A long time ago. In cat Egypt.
This is why I love him. (Of course, please note that my half of the conversation entailed completely forgetting that current-day Egypt is full of turmoil. No gold star, there.)
The dog bite saga continues, sadly.
He tried to bite someone else 'without provocation' and the rescue 'doesn't have the resources to work with him.' So they are killing him on Friday.
It's a travesty. The rescue now has 'new information' that the dog was never socialized...which they neglected to mention.
It must be horrible for everyone involved. But, on a hugely selfish note, I would really have liked to hear "I'm sorry for blaming you." But that was not forthcoming.
I feel terrible for the dog. He could probably do fine on a livestock farm, or even be rehabilitated. Which is totally hypocritical of me to say given, that I am not willing to do it myself.
Anyway. I had a healing session with a massage therapist/pt specialist today that helped.
Time to move on.
Oh Bonny, how sad. What a mess.
Oh, Bonny. How sad for the pupperoni. I'm glad you had a healing session today.
It really is sad. He was done wrong by everyone.
It's horrible to feel that I saved him from running in the street, and sustained these injuries, for nothing. Just so he can be put down by people who don't have time for him.
If anyone has a prayer for him, his name is Speck.
Ah, poor pup. I'm sorry Bonny.
If a dog bites you, Bonnie, it's a short matter of time before it bites someone else, unfortunately. Who is better equipped than you? Especially if the owners don't admit anything needs to be done?
It's sad, but I feel inevitable.
If anyone has a prayer for him, his name is Speck.
Oh, poor pooch. We had a Speck when I was a kid.
