Now, Briggsie was no saint. He had some bad attitude on him too in his day, but Briggs never said a mean word to Banner. One day, while we were at the park, and Briggs was greeting our friend Fred, NastyBanner ran up behind Briggs unannounced, and bit him HARD in the abdomen – no preamble, no provocation … Briggs never ever saw him coming. He bit my boy so badly, we ended up taking a trip to the Emergency Vet to have the would cleaned and debrided – it was too big to sew up.
This is what Banner did to Briggs (warning, graphic photo below):
So despite several witnesses, Banner’s owner staunchly denied that her dog did anything. Adamantly refused to admit culpability, never mind kick in for the five big bills the ER trip cost me. I was steamed, readers. STEAMED.
Over the past few years, Banner’s owner has continued to live the life of a stupid ostrich, failing to admit that her dog is AGGRESSIVE. Banner has continued to try to attack my dogs on various occasions, which is where my Chuck-It has come in handy more than once. Another friend of mine has had to throw a bicycle at Banner to prevent on attack on his dog, and until he moved out of the neighborhood, took to carrying a baseball bat on walks.
Do you have THAT owner in your hood? The one who is a complete moron? If not, let me know, as I will happily send you ours :(
Anyway, the other morning I was at the park with my dogs playing ball, and guess who we see? Now, Banner and his Moron are quite a distance away … across half a field, a two lane road, a boulevard, a parking lot and another part of a field. But not far enough apparently, because Banner sees us and goes APESHIT. He starts barking his fool head off, and runs across the field, across the parking lot, across the boulevard, ACROSS THE ROAD and comes racing up the field after my dogs. All of whom run like their asses are on fire, because they are terrified of this monsterdog. Fortunately, they all run straight to me, and I’m weilding the Chuck It. Having experienced my Chuck It in the past, Banner puts on the brakes.
And what’s moron doing? “Banner! Banner! Banner! Don’t you dare touch my dog! Banner! Banner!” etc. Ineffectual dope.
Can anyone explain to me WHY this woman does not leash her damn dog? Not only is he meaner than a sack full of weasels, he’s also a Hit By Car victim waiting to happen. I mean, maybe she really doesn’t give a shit if he tears my dogs to shreds, but doesn’t she give a poop about her own dog?? ARGH!!
Ahhhh. Thanks for letting me get that off my chest.
#2: The RIP
Today we lost a member of our extended family. Toilet Kitty’s long time lady love, Missus Peel, lost her short battle with cancer at the tender age of 13 years. Missus Peel was my cat for many years, from the time she was a kitten, but took a real shine to my ex partner Jason when we moved in together, so when he and I parted ways, Missus Peel opted to live with him.
Because Jason and I remain fast friends, I have had the pleasure of Missus Peel’s company fairly regularly for the last few years, visiting her often. And today Jason and I took Missus Peel to the vet and said our goodbyes, and held her while she passed.
There’s lots to miss about The Peelinator. The way she fetched balls of paper, pretending to be totally disinterested in the doggish game of ball, dropping it casually on your foot as she strolled past, and the hiding around the corner of the couch until you threw it again. The way she always stood on your chest while you were watching a movie and blocking your view. The melodious sound of her Balinese meooooowwwws. The strategically urped up piles of kitty vomit she left where someone was sure to tread. How she rolled around on the back of the sofa and fell off.
Missus Peel was a great cat, and her passing marks the end of an era in The Trio Of Great Pets I Have Known. Right now Missus Peel is sitting in a heavenly kitchen cupboard smacking Toilet Kitty with her paw while he tries to cuddle up to her, and Briggs is staring intently at them both.