Lieber Doc,
Du bist so ein softie.If ich das Falsche sagen, verstecken Sie. Wenn ich meine Stimme erheben, werden Sie entsetzt. Wie konnte ich nur so grausam sein?
Du bist mein Herz und Seele.
Du bist mein Sonnenschein. Ich singe dieses Lied, Sie in meinem schrecklich, off-Taste = Stimme und Sie vorgeben, es zu mögen. Ich liebe dich beobachtet. Ich beobachte dich bewegen und bin mit der Leichtigkeit begeistert, dass Ihr Körper die Windungen und Stößen und plötzlichen Stopps verhandelt.
Ich sehe Ihre Plumey Schwanz Welle.
Ich kann mir nicht vorstellen, mein Leben ohne dich, obwohl ich weiß, das ist wohl unvermeidlich.
Sei gesund, mein Sohn. Live long. Liebesleben.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

KARMA

(Google photo)

This is a Pit Bull Terrier. I am not a fan.Two of the dogs, my elderly cat and I have been attacked by PB's. Around here there is a HUGE element that fights Pit Bulls, so you never know, if you see one loose, whether it is a nice Pittie and or one who is going to charge first and ask questions later.
Consequently, I do not like them loose in the neighborhood.

But around here, the Cops shoot them. And/or they are euthanized, the fighting ethic so pervasive among owners that the shelters and adoption agencies generally would rather kill than risk a lawsuit. It is not without justification.

Years ago I told my husband I did not walk the dogs where there was a Pit being walked because the kids, the teenage boys,like to turn them loose when they see another dog coming. He said this was ridiculous and I was wrong. We had one of those neverending fissing matches about it until one day when we were both walking the dogs in the park and I saw a young man with a Pit. "I'm going back" I said, and spun on my heels and retreated.
"That's just ridic---------" he began, and watched as the young man leaned down to take the leash off.....
Some things I know.

So this morning here i sat and I glanced up in time to see a grey rump and tail vanish into the bushes leading to the backyard across the street and my brain instantly identified it as a Pit.

Grabbing a leash, and two treats, I bolted out of the house and started across the street as the Pit trotted out of the bushes and crossed to my side. She was a young bitch and i wish I had checked to see if she were in season, because it turned out my husband had seen her several days ago. She had a big wide pink collar and no identification.
I sat on the sidewalk and let her come to me, which she did readily enough. We chatted, and I slipped a leash on her.



Had she looked like this, her behavior would have been the same...


So I didn't have my phone, I couldn't take her home or near my house without setting off the cacaphony of hound and herder. There was a woman down the street taking out the trash. I hollered. M'am, could you call animal control,please, for me?

Oh,she says...and then... that dog lives there, where the green car is.
Oooooooooooooooo an owner!!!

Because I know, yes I do, I know what the end result will be for this dog if I call AC and nobody claims her, and around here,people tend not to look too hard.And she is, after all, a nice bitch.

So I walk down and pound (like a Cop) on the door, and someone is at the curtain and I say M'am, is this your dog?

Oh yes yes yes indeed she was, her name is Karma and thank you thank you HOW DID YOU GET OUT?

And I know-- this isn't fair but I know it-- that she is not going to go check the fence to find out,because if she were that concerned she would have done it last week, when my Husband saw the dog loose.
She can get under our gate when my dogs are out and she might well NOT be friendly then.

I told the woman: I am concerned because she is a Pit and around here the Cops shoot them.

Only partly true. The Cops are not bad guys, but...

Well, I did what I could. Here's hoping Karma's Karma doesn't include getting picked up by animal control.....good luck, dog.
 (from Google)