The swelling in Blondie’s
face is going down. She’s drinking water and eating very little. Yesterday she
had milk and raw eggs, which she lapped up like a champ.
Today her face hurt badly
enough that she didn’t want scrambled eggs with cheddar cheese. She loves cheddar!
I’m guessing the guy who
beat her is the new guy living up the hill. Despite all the discomfort Blondie
barked and followed this man up the hill. I could hear in her barking that she
was pissed off. Knowing her I think the only person she could sustain this much
anger for is the man, who beat her. When continued barking outside his house, I
knew she was pissed.
People, who beat dogs in the
street create what they fear. They create enemies, where the dogs mostly bark,
a somebody’s coming bark, they will bark that an enemy approaches.
In this neighborhood most
early morning exercisers walk with sticks. One elderly couple, who walk in the
morning, carries nothing. The dogs bark, the somebody’s coming bark, and then,
as they get close the dogs whine and wag their tails because these people talk
to them as they go by.
When will people learn, it’s
not respect you get, when you wave a stick. Raise a stick to make an enemy. Bullies
never get that.
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