I’m tired of caring when nobody else does. I’m tired of working while others sit on their leisure asses complaining they don’t have any time for themselves. I’m tired of being responsible. I’m tired. Time to regroup, think, contemplate.
My sight is acting up again, too. Time to get away from the computer except for necessary and desired.
There is a leash law in Bonner County, Idaho. I believe there is also a separate leash law doubling Bonner County’s in both Sandpoint and Ponderay. Despite this, people blatantly let their dogs off leash, especially while walking them up and down the residential streets and alleys. While many of these dogs are pleasant, wonderful, well-socialized animals, many are not. Many are, in fact, dangerous to both humans and pets.
Aggressive dogs like Pitbulls, Pitbull crosses, and Rottweilers bite me without provocation. (German shepherds don’t for some reason.) I believe this behavior from natively aggressive dogs is because they dislike that I am what is classified as an alpha personality, even though I take care not to look them in the eye, not to approach them, not to acknowledge them. Regardless of the fact I am an alpha personality, I shouldn’t have to be in fear of being bitten, or, worse, dying, as a result of a dog attack. And I shouldn’t have to fear that my cat will wind up dead in the jaws of these dogs either.
Dog owners — pet owners in general — have an obligation and a responsibility to maintain complete control of their animals. They do not have a right to perpetrate fear or danger to other people and their pets. Yet there is this consistent disregard, flagrant disregard, in fact, for the safety and comfort of others.
When asked to leash their dogs, and even when their dogs threaten a person or their pet right before their eyes, these owners scoff, ridicule, or shrug. “Too bad, so sad.” Okay. So when you have lost your house, your boat, your cars, your bank account because your dog attacked me without provocation in my own back yard or on the street, “Too bad, so sad,” right?
If your dog is aggressive, for everybody’s sake, LEASH IT. And keep it well under control at all times. Muzzle your dog when out in public if it is a biter or dangerous to other’s pets. Neither I nor my pets want to suffer the consequences of your flagrant disregard for the law, nor your blatant disregard for the health, welfare, and safety of others and those creatures precious to them…or any creature for that matter, never mind the sanctity of one’s property. (My plants, tires, fence posts, car paint, do not need digging, scratching, the application of dog urine, or paw prints.)
And while we’re on the subject, do NOT point your dog onto my grass, purposely urging it to take a dump on my lawn — this to the young woman who owns the bloodhound.
Today was beautiful. It still is. And it promises to be a very wonderful evening. I’m going for a walk. You should, too. Life is wonderful…except for the Stirrers. What are they? Those are cretins passing themselves off as alive who actually died a long, long time ago. But we won’t get into that right now. It’s much too nice outside to discuss foibled peebles.
See the Light. Be the Wind. Sing with Trees.
Joy.
Once again, I’m saturated with people who desire, above all,
This, of course, is Hell they are describing — human designed and engineered — brought to you compliments of primal terrors, encouraged by suburbanized American Protestant Fundamentalist Christian dogma. Not only is this utterly boring, it’s killing us all. Sorry, folks, even your own body requires bacteria and other microorganisms for healthy survival. Love mold, love fungi, too. Life depends on it…and a lot of other things you’re trying to eradicate with your clean, light, antiseptically bright fetishes.
Unwilling audience to a conversation, I got to listen to neighbors looking down their noses upon other neighbors. There is an eccentric couple who live on a corner nearby, and, though their property is well-kept, it isn’t pristine lawn and flowers planted nicely in orderly rows. It’s artistic, with a rusty frog (purposely rusty) peering out at the world from a riotous flower planting, driftwood and miscellany artfully attached to a purposely rustic fence, and, amongst other interesting touches, a disintegrating fiberglass bear set in such a way as to present an artistic statement. (The bear, by the way, was “original artwork” done for an exhibition and auction, compliments of one of Sandpoint’s stupid tourist-draw marketing frenzies.) In other words, their yard isn’t tame, sterile, and “suburban plastic.”
I applaud these individuals on their choices. I applaud their “nerve” (as one snippy neighbor so nicely put it). I applaud their choice to be themselves, a house that looks alive amid blocks of sterile lawns which mimic AstroTurf, and plantings that come straight out of Martha Stewart’s idea of a Stepford Wife’s Perfect Planting. *YUCK!*
Psst! You know what REALLY irks everyone? They can’t see into these folk’s side-yard and backyard or through their windows. They made their place very, very private, except for the front corner yard, which, of course, is gorgeously unique, and completely obscures any nosy eyes from spying in their windows or beyond the gates. *snicker*
I think people ought to take their snippy attitudes and their concern about what someone else is doing in their lives, with their property, and how it looks, sounds, and IS, and stuff those thoughts back where they belong — vaulted inside their much too empty minds. …Now, all together, folks: FLUSH!