Thats me. I have finally lived long enough to become my mother. At the auction Friday night I was walking through the barn where the horses were being kept and looked over and saw a young boy, about 9-10 years, dressed nicely, wearing a nice new cowboy hat and boots. He was slapping a little donkey up for auction in the face. Hard. Then harder, then harder, I was shocked. He seemed to be playing, he was laughing and talking to himself and slapping the donkey. Then he grabbed his ears and pulled them as hard as he could and the donkey tried to rear to get away but fell off balance and when he landed the little boy punched him as hard as he could in the face, making kung foo "uhnh" sounds, punch punch, I could not even wait to get over there I started screeching at the top of my lungs "WHAT IN THE H** ARE YOU DOINGGGGGGGGGGGGGG" and about 30 people whipped around to look as I ran closer screeching "THERE IS NO REASON ON EARTH TO TREAT AN ANIMAL LIKE THAT ARE YOU CRAZY!!!" Then I blessed him out for about three minutes at the top of my lungs and at the end assuring him I would call the police if I saw him touch any animal in that place again. Then I hear "hear now!" and its the donkey owner and he starts apologizing to me like "I just went for a cup of coffee I been trying to watch him all evening but the minute I turn my back" and I go "he's your KID??" and he is all puzzled "no, he's my donkey. for some reason kids want to pick at them, make them bite, make them bray, pull their ears, you know" and I look and the kid is making a getaway thru the crowd. I couldnt believe it.
Then yesterday. My husband gives me a sleep in day. He gets up and feeds, goes to work. I am in my underwear watching the today show. The geese are hollering the peacocks are hollerin, curly ray is braying. They do that if even a hawk flies over. Then I realize curly ray is non stop braying. I run out there in time to see a huge pit bull with a bloody muzzle running across the yard with my prize golden phjoenix rooster in his mouth. I just went nuts. I guess I should wonder why my husband, who owns about 50 guns, has them all either hidden or locked up from me. My pellet pistol wouldnt fire. There was a lab in the yard too, I had let my dogs out accidentally when the door opened, I had a huge dog fight going on with the lab and my husbands blue heeler. by the time I got dressed and tracked the dog tracks and feathers I had calmed a little but this is how I started my conversation with a neighbor I havent met yet "I shouldnt even be talking to you I am so furious lord only knows what might happen but I gotta tell you buddy I am about to blow your dogs to kingdom come." Anyway. we parted on a nice note. By the time I got out of my car at home I heard the shotgun blasts where he killed two of his dogs, strays that had come up and he couldnt get rid of them and they had killed all his chickens and geese one by one but he had kept them around cause his grandchildren who visit now and then like one of the dogs. I feel bad about that!! But I can't have dogs coming onto my property and killing things! Oh i cant wait to hear all the posts about calling the humane society and the police oh hahaha. I live in no mans land... it was a weird day!! Janice -- yipie tie yie yo
