Category: FWIW

Some ya just gotta love. Others? Notsomuch.

A couple of months ago, one set of neighbors complained to the cops about our dog, a well-behaved medium-sized dog (Lab/Aussie Shepherd mix) who is just a real lover boy with family and strangers alike (no watch dog at all *sigh*), said “that big black dog” was “scaring” the children they had over from time to time.

Cops came and “interviewed” the dog. Found him to be a “real sweetheart.”

Still, pussy kids or asinine neighbor or both, irritating.

Not a word from the neighbors since the cops went back and told ’em he was properly tagged, well-behaved, and behind a proper-sized, continuous, locked fence, and so was not their problem.

Saw some of their family visitors over next door this a.m. with one of the residents of the home out with them. . . and a small dog running free. Told ’em to get that dog on a leash or I’d call the cops on them. (They have no fence and the “city” does have leash laws.)

When next I checked, they’d all gone inside, but I’ll check back, with phone in hand. . . because I meant it.

(OTOH, our good neighbors on the other side let one or two of their Jack Russell Terriers out in their front yard from time to time. Usually they’re either inside or in their kennel, but when outside off leash, they’re well-behaved, so I really don’t care. Heck, I enjoy interacting with ’em, and enjoy the times our good neighbora let ’em come over and play for a bit with me.)

. . .is sometimes metaphorically true in real life. For example,

“Nothing says ‘I love you’ like double-aught to the face.”

That might seem cold, but when dealing with a loved one who’s been turned into a zombie, it would nevertheless carry a truth.

In the real world, zombies of other kinds exist, primarily those whose destructive behaviors are the result of mindless herd (or pack) behavior, cultic devotion to a destructive leader, etc. In such cases, a metaphorical load of “double-aught to the face” can indeed be a loving act. Truth, forcefully or even brutally delivered, that demolishes belief structures that lead to destructive behaviors may sometimes be the only way to reach a loved one who has placed himself under bad influences.

So,

“Nothing says ‘I love you’ like double-aught to the face.”

Nowadays, some folks’ primary skill is blame-shifting. (and right now I’m thinking of folks in the medical field–really).

The farago of stalls, incompetencies, and finger-pointing surrounding my Wonder Woman’s recent efforts to have her broken arm actually treated is bind-moggling.

No insurance delays, all paperwork in multiple times, broken arm still–nine days later–in the emergency room’s temporary splint. Osteo says he’s still waiting on clearance from cardio and primary care doctor for surgery, while primary care doctor says has long since been given, with cardio’s blessing attached.

Somebody is lying.

Pease porridge hot;
Pease porridge cold,
Pease porridge in the pot,
Nine days old.

Some like it hot;
Some like it cold,
Some like it in the pot,
Nine days old.

As for me? I don’t know. The only food I’ve ever had simmering away for nine or more days has been broth/stock (chicken, beef, or just plain veggie) left on “warm” on a crock pot. Yummers hot; wouldn’t try cold.

Son&Heir’s pooch is definitely one of the top five Best Dogs I have ever known–more like in the top two. Smart, loving, gentle (especially with other animals–he and our cats have a mutual admiration society going), fun to be around. Entertains himself well without being destructive. Fetches well. Plays “tag” really well, too. Personable. Still, one thing he doesn’t seem inclined to learn is the difference between “C’m’ere” and “Sic’em.” *heh*

But they don’t always cut true. For example,

“If you get to thinkin’ you’re a person of some influence, try orderin’ somebody else’s dog around.”

Generally true, but I’ve had folks be upset when their dogs liked me better than they liked them. . . and obeyed me better. Not often, but there’ve been times. . .