That darn Dog

That darn Dog.

So, as many people know, there was some fun last week with our family.

Autumn accepted the responsibility of watching the neighbor's dog. Kip is a mutt. And a rather unruly mutt. The fact is however that until Wednesday night I had not met Kip. And I will say that I would happily have gone on living without meeting her ether. But, that was not to be.

The dog is unruly, and likes to run around without any discipline. Autumn and Steph went over there to feed the dog, and it literally busted lose. It jumped at a locked door and it opened. And it promptly disappeared. Steph came home and asked me to come and help them find it, and Cody was enlisted also. I put my shoes on, and starting walking out of the house. I was listening for a bark and had my head cocked to listen. That was when I heard the first shot. I took about three steps forward thinking it was; it had to be something other than a shot. Then I heard autumn screaming

"Don't shoot, it's a dog". I am pretty sure I heard her saying it prior to the first shot, and that was why my head was cocked. Autumn later confirmed that she started yelling it before they started shooting, and I trust her on this.

Anyhow, as I start sprinting towards Autumn, and I mean my fatness was full out running. Something that doesn't happen every day. I mean, if it did I probably wouldn't be so fat.

Anyhow, I am hearing my daughter pleading with some unknown person to not shoot, it's a dog. I come around a corner, and there are two Men standing in the gravel driveway, pointing a gun at the ground, but at the ground in front of my daughter. I move to get over to her, knowing that she ultimately is not in any danger, and they aggressively tell me to get back. That was when I started to flip out at them. The dog ran past me to its house, and autumn is crying.

I will, for the sake of space, not say everything I said. But it was, suffice to say, not very nice.

For starters, I called them stupid republican hicks, and made references to their hillbilly ways. Something about the republican methods of shoot first asks questions later. And then trotted after autumn.

I went into the house that belonged to the owners of the dog, whom are in Hawaii on vacation. The two hicks wanted to come inside, and asked me… Anyway, they followed me in. The dog was clearly hurt, and cowering in the corner. I sent Autumn out, as I didn't want her to see it, or to get hurt by it.

And the stupid idiots are telling my wife and daughter that he was a good shot, and there was no way that that there wasn't a chance that the dog would live. It was at this point that I completely lost my temper. And they took their leave.

Steph and Autumn went home to get some supplies, and to call the owners of the dog. Kip was scared, and hurt. She also, as I found out later, doesn't like men. I with some work, and a few dog bites, got the dog calmed. Or maybe it just simply went into shock. I then found the wounds, and applied some simple first aid. The whole direct pressure thing, and pet and talked to the dog. I was convinced that Kip would not make it. I believed that she was shot in a bad way, and felt she needed to get to a vet, so I went home to get a make shift muzzle. It was then that I started shacking from anger. I walked home, and then called 911. I cleaned up a little, and then went back to tend to Kip. She wasn't particularly happy to see me. But I got her, muzzled her, and then carried her to the car for transport to the Vet.

As my wife was getting ready to leave, I was outside when the neighbors, along with our other neighbor "the pervert" as many of my family refer to him as, came walking up. I was already mad, and told all of them to leave. The shooters, whom I will always refer to as Yahoos, came up and wanted to apologize again.

This whole time, they seem to think I am mad about them shooting the dog. That was only a very small part of it. I was mad at their carless behavior, shooting a gun in the dark, in the general direction of my daughter. I am an advocate of gun rights. I own them, my family does, and I believe that is a freedom that I value. But it is people like this that give gun owners a bad name, and will ultimately make Americans lose their right to have guns.

He approached me saying; "I swear on the holy Lord Jesus Christ, that I wouldn't have shot it if I had known it was a dog" It started to really piss me off.

I turned and gave him a look that had all three of them stepping backwards. And the rest of the conversation went like this.

Me "You guys are yahoos" I then went to leave. I then turned, and as I did they all took a step backwards. "Do you guys even know what that is?"

There honest and humble reply "No"

I snapped "Google it". I then turned to leave again. Stopping abruptly, I looked back at them, and then said. "You probably don't know how to do that, so you may want to call someone and ask them to do it"

Keeping the story short, well relatively, the dog lived. She is in our home barking, and annoying me. But she will live.

The neighbors are still stupidly thinking I am made at them over the dog, and life goes on.

Overall, it could really have been worst. I am glad that the dog lived, mainly for Autumns sake. I do not know how she would have handled it if it hadn't lived. I believe, in my very simple way, that God was watching out for her that day. Not overly a religious person, but I think I can say that. All things considered, and not all is told here in this story, I believe that she was watched out for.

 

I remember sleeping. I remember laying down and closing my eyes and falling asleep. I just hate that I so often cannot remember how to do it.

It is one of the most frustrating things to watch seemingly everyone I know fall asleep at night. My wife, my friends, and even the darn dog. I lay there for sometime hours just waiting. Sleep doctor says, “oh it must be the sleep apnea, so were this annoying mask and you will be able to fall asleep faster”. Well, I gave up on that. It doesn’t help me close the eyes and fall asleep.

Ambian, lunista, and countless other drugs. They work some times. But they only seam to work for a limited amount of time, and then they stop working. So, here I am. My eyes hurt, so I cannot just watch TV, because the lights need to be on to help the eyes not hurt. Then I never fall asleep watching TV.

Xbox, same thing.

At the very least, this is very depressing all on it’s own. I suffer from depression, and this just always makes it worst. Last week I slept very good for three days. I even wanted to go to sleep. Now, that is gone again…

Last night, or technically this morning, I dreamt that I had to go and help a friend in need. I ended up killing 30 or so people to do it. The last person I killed, I shot in the face with a .45. That was a dream, and last night. But I can clearly see the face of the person head, point blank, blowing up. The back of the head blew out the back of his head, and sprayed the side of the tree they were standing next to. They then fell over, and onto their back. I walked up to him, and looked down at his face. The bullet had entered just below the nose, and took off the bottom of the Jaw. He was “the” enemy and the reason I was fighting. In the end, I felt it was a waste of time. The person I was helping didn’t want my help in the end.

Before that, I had a dream that I was a research person looking into a crashed spaceship in Canada. I found the ship, and was exploring it when I learned that it was a US government ship, and top secret. The government then sent in a group of people to recover the ship, and destroy any evidence of the crash. My wife left me saying she didn’t want to case anymore trouble for the kids. In the end, The US nuked Van BC. They played it like a terrorist attack, and killed a bunch of people during the Olympics.

In my dreams I can, and often do, Lucid dream. In this dream I went semi lucid when the government was attaching. I survived the nuclear attack, but simply by making myself immune to the attack. It is not a pleasant dream when everything around you is catching on fire and exploding. The members of my team are melting, and screaming as the blast comes. This is a Simi common experience in my dreams, so it didn’t surprise me much. In the end, I gave up. The US went to war with Iran, and Saudi Arabia.

The dream before, or maybe in the middle of those two, was of the flu. I dreamt that I was surviving a major flu epidemic, and that millions worldwide were dying. 60% of the world population died in the first 2 months. Oddly, my family seemed to have survived. The dream was mainly about the after effect. No food, no water, no gas, no electricity, no Internet… I think the Internet was the worst part.
We survived, and started to build back our communities. The sad thing was, the civil unrest did more damage then the flu. Seattle only experience about 30% death, but the city fell apart. Killing in the street, rape, steeling, looting. It was a struggle to survive something that should not have brought society to its knees. And the people with the guns survived. I had an arsenal, something I do not actually have. I was forced to kill two of the neighbors. Getting food was hard, and one of the neighbors was shot trying to raid my vegetable garden. I ate his cat, but not our dog. And at one point I shot a dear. No cannibalism in this dream…

Anyhow, I am just writing to do something. Probably should delete this. People here about my dreams, and next thing I know they will think I am weird…

Anouther day

Not that it matters, but I am tired. I woke up some 18is hours ago, and it was Clearly on the wrong side of the couch. My first thoughts were of a deep desire not to go anywhere, do anything, or even think.

One of those days that I would have just preferred to just disappear somewhere, or simply everyone else just go away and I just veg out.

Interesting thought, at least to me. How many adults that are missing, are truly people that just walked away one day and never looked back.

Well anyhow, here it is at 1:00 in the morning, and I am tired, but do not want to go to bed. My mind is racing, thinking about all the things that I shouldn’t think about, and sleep just is another thing that I need to do that I do not want to. I am forced to get up, go to work, go home, and now sleep. I really do not want to do anything at all, including eat and sleep.

Oh well, at some point I will simply fall asleep. Regardless, tomorrow will come if I want it to or not.

How selfish of me to think like this….