Teh Squeaky Wheel
From teh WTF Files:
A blessed Sabbath, Gerbil Nation!
Good morning, Fatwa!
It looks like it’s going to be another hot and dry day in SoCal.
When you have a spare moment, kindly send some heat our way, kplztks. (Eight of the next ten nights will have sub-freezing lows; we’ll probably get above 32ºF by early afternoon today. But at least there’s no snow…)
Given recent events, I’m starting to get mighty damned curious about what goes on in the two different Mohammedan gathering places which are within 2 miles of CasaK.
Two within 2 miles? Wow! We’ve got a masjid about a mile away, but other than that you’d probably have to go a few cities away to find another.
There was a large Mohammedan gathering place in Houston. Was. It burned to the ground this past Friday.
And that’s all I know about that.
Just when I’d made the commitment to be around more, Mr. X and I go through the week from hell.
Our two boys have been getting in progressively more intense dominance battles over the last few months -- Brody, the younger, decided he wasn’t submitting anymore. Sometimes it was easy to identify the trigger, sometimes not. We were on-guard for everything/anything.
Last Friday night after dinner, I walked in the house with Lati at my heels, and some flip got switched and it was ON. This was a death match -- they’re evenly matched in height and weight.
At one point I heard Lati switch from growling to howling and I changed my grip on Brody enough to see that Brody’s canine was getting dangerously close to popping out Lati’s eye. I did the first thing that came to mind -- I shoved my hand into Brody’s mouth, made a fist and rotated it to open his jaws and get Lati’s head free.
That gave us the break to get them apart, get Brody outside, and assess whether I needed to go to the ER. With a bit longer than a 1″ gash in my hand, I let Mr. X convince me.
Went to the ER -- had to talk to the sheriffs, and animal control and assure them that yes, it was our dog, yes, he’s current on all his vaccinations, and yes, I’m a dumbass for trying to intervene. “What the hell were you thinking?!?!”
After three hours in town (with Brody outside), and based on previous fights, we figured things were cooled down and over. We let Lati and Dottie out and the fight was back on before we knew what’d happened. I had to lay on Lati to keep him down and I was losing, and if Mr. X hadn’t been able to carry Brody to the truck, I don’t know what would have happened.
This wasn’t going to stop. This wasn’t going to stop until one of them was dead, both of them were maimed, or any combination thereof.
My snap judgement Friday night was it was Brody that was the problem. Brody spent the night outside, and we went to see the vet Saturday. He suggested boarding him for a couple of nights, just to get some distance. He said, “This is not something you need to decide right now, but you do have to make sure you’re right.”
That’s when it clicked -- it wasn’t Brody that was the problem.
So last Sunday, Lati had a really great day. He got to play guard dog, he went hunting, (he also got a little high on from some pills from the vet), got an extra lunch, took a nap on the bed with mommy, got a nice walk, and then had a finally fun ride in my car with his head out of the sunroof. My voice was the last he heard, under the big oak tree at the vet’s.
There’s no question in my mind that we did the right thing (the vet went in on Sunday morning and did a quickie assessment of Brody and thinks there’s no aggression there), and keeping Lati would have meant we could never get another dog, ever, until he was gone.
We don’t have to be scared anymore. We have spent so much time anxious and worried about when the next battle will be, what the damage will be, and if that will finally end it. The peace in the house is palpable. The release of stress in ourselves is unreal -- we didn’t realize how much space it was taking up.
Brody was over the moon that we came back to get him.
But I still miss my dog.
The other side … is this opens a spot for another dog in need. So, we’ll go find Brody a girl that can keep up with him, and give Dottie some rest from a pestering 18-month old.
Man, I’m not old enough yet for this “responsibility has consequences” sh!t. Or at least I didn’t think I was.
Our hearts goes out to your entire household -- two-legs and four-legs alike. It sucks that, sometimes, there’s just no good solution and you can only do the best you’re able to.
And you did.
Paddy haz email.
The Beeb has audio of the cafe attack in Copenhagen last night.
We saw that on FoxNews. There’s no screaming. No hysteria, just A LOT of movement and shooting. The quiet’s kind of unnerving.
I estimate about 50 rounds were fired. It’s a wonder the casualty level is as low as it is. Will Michelle’s beard (to borrow a phrase from Backhoe) comment on yet another “random” shooting? Perhaps he’ll mansplain that we don’t know the shooter’s motivation?
Criminy…the ISIS animals beheaded 21 Christian Copts in their latest video.
I’m old enough to remember when POSOTUS assured us they were the JV team and on the run.
Unfortunately for us, these are the Top. Men.
You really think he is a “top”?
I see what you did implied there, Mac.
Hee! And euwwwww!
I’m a bad Gerbil.
Yes…and that’s good.
Hugs, TeX; you did what you needed to do to make the situation better.
I would call ISIS, ISIL, IS, ISASS, ISDUMBFUCKS, whatever their acronym of the day is, cowardly cocksuckers who deserve nothing but death, but then that would be me speaking from my high horse.
They are seriously twisted and the leader of the free world is a self-absorbed manchild who doesnt give a rat’s ass about anyone other than himself.
Things aint looking good.