Jul 17, 2007
I haven't been posting as often because I have been working on a project. Yes, sometimes I actually do something constructive, contrary to popular belief.
My son has been spending most of his time with the Butt girl. Ok, she does have a first name, and also a 10 year old son, who, I believe given the chance, and the right mood, might just squirt EJ with charcoal lighter fluid and strike a match. Then he will run down to my house, and say, "Miss EJ, you have to come right now!! EJ's on fire, and I don't know what happened!"
I will not name the lady here. I do have some sense left. I think.
I did learn the other day that sometime during the past few nights, a neighbor's black lab got loose, a female, a puppy(!!), and, while the young childrens was out playing past midnight or so, the lab joined up with them. Her son ran on the porch and, well, things went down hill from there. Evidently, she took it upon herself to call the police and the, what was it?, the SPCA, and report the dog as being a danger to society.
How I slept through all of this shit is beyond me. But, I did. Anyhoo, my son walked behind my house to the neighbors, and told them that their dog was loose and they should come and get it as the police had been called. Now, here's where I start thinking. If he was going over there to begin with, why didn't he just take the damn dog with him? It don't make no sense at all to me, but this is not unusual anymore.
The guy came over and got his dog, and was immediately jumped by Butt girl with both feet, and a stream of abusive language, that bystanders recalled as being unwarranted and uncalled for, or as 'Lieutenant Dan' said, "I don't know how the hell he listened to that shit." They were amazed at how calm he appeared. When the police arrived,
they told them that since there is no leash law in this county there was nothing they could do. And the SPCA was not the people to call, it would have been the Animal Control Officer, and, as it was going on 1:00 am, they were the animal control officers. As no one had been bitten, no damage done, other than Butt girl's feet being licked by said danger to society, they left. Just the words animal control officer makes me cringe. It's our neighbors freaking dog!!
When I heard about all of this the next day, I was just flabbergasted. And, I felt horrible for the dog. I have had black labs, and they are wonderful dogs, but they do love to run, and of course, they need the room to run. We used to have a Walker hound and lab mix, and though he scared the crap out of everyone, he wouldn't hurt a fly. Of course we lived out in the boonies then, so he had plenty of room to hunt, and run, and do whatever dogs do when they are not eating or sleeping. The only thing he did is stand between me and anyone who came in the yard. Didn't growl, or anything. Just stood there, watching people, like maybe he was thinking, "So, do you feel lucky? Well, do ya, punk?"
Anyway, I noticed EJ was as nice as pie to me, and no he didn't tell me about the Dog situation, (kinda like the "Bonnie situation", without the mess) someone else did. I talked about two minutes to the Butt girl about it, and when I got to the part where I said, "if she ever used my phone to call the police again, she had better get me first", she said I hated her and wouldn't talk about it. Which was partly accurate. I don't hate her. I just don't like her. There is a difference. And then she left. (Now let's sing the Hallelujah chorus!)
You know those people that where ever they go they leave this big trail of drama and people coming after them in vengeful ways? That's kinda what she makes me think of. And though I am sitting here whining, I really don't like drama.
I went to apologize to the dog-owner. Mostly because of the dog. We had a nice chat, and he said his brother was hooked up with somebody almost as bad. We commiserated. He said he could tell she was a nut case from the first word, so he just played it cool, got his dog, and went home. Smart man.
So, somebody tell me, when do the good times roll?