Jul. 16th, 2009

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So far there has been no trouble from the neighbors. I'm pretty sure the sheriff's office went by there yesterday. I noticed last night when I took the garbage can to the curb (Thursday is trash day), I wasn't barked at like I usually am anytime I go outside at night. In fact, I haven't heard him barking at all. It makes me wonder if they got rid of him, or worse. The only legal recourse I had - aside from small claims court - was asking he stay in his yard. That's it. Sadly, I wouldn't be the least bit surprised if they got the notice and went to the extreme of having him put down. Then again, maybe they sent him to live with a relative who has more room for him to roam. Around here, a fair number of people treat their pets as disposable property, and if they take one step out of line (and granted, attacking a cat and paralyzing it is a very big deal), the pet is gone, even if the problem is on the owner can easily handle. It's depressing to think about.

I suppose I'll find out something eventually, but for now I'm just thankful this won't turn into some sort of neighborhood feud. If he was put down, well, I actually feel bad about that because I do think some of his aggressiveness could be solved with a simple neutering. Then again, he's also an adult and set in his ways, so I'm not sure how much good neutering would do by now. I also wonder if that dog growled at an officer when s/he stopped by to deliver the report. He's the reason I won't go for a walk around here, because the one and only time I did, he barked at me when I got near his house and seemed like he would bite me if he could work up the courage. Oh well, I can't control them, and as long as that dog doesn't come back into my yard, there's nothing else for me to do or say.

I keep slipping up and calling Prissy Gwen. I also catch myself looking out onto the porch at night before bed and thinking I need to bring Gwen inside. I know this is normal; I did it when I had to put Zoe down in January, and I still have the rare moment when I think about calling Dad and telling him something. I really hate how intimately acquainted I've become with the grieving process in the last couple of years. It's frustrating.

Today is a mental health day for me. I'm going to call Mom since she wanted to take the kiddo today to spend some time with him, and once he's gone with her, I'm possibly going to go get myself a sandwich from Subway or food from somewhere else. After that, I'm going to come back here and veg. Maybe I'll try to write a little and do some work on my campaign.

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