Hiding Out
Feb. 1st, 2008 06:35 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
anne_dIt seems at the moment as though I can say nothing, fact, opinion, joke or otherwise, that is not offensive, or might possibly, remotely, be offensive to someone some day.
So, I'm just going to stay quiet around S'cubiedom for a while. It's stressing me out way too much, and I'm already stressed enough in the real world, thankyouverymuch.
Dogs. I prefer cats. I have had a number of bad experiences with dogs; for example, the nasty little mop that came out of nowhere, ran up my driveway, ran across my front lawn and bit me on the ankle. Good thing I was wearing workboots at the time. There was also the pack that chased me on my bicycle while the owner watched and then went back into his house and shut the door, the two big dogs that chased my four-year-old daughter across a store parking lot while the owner stood and laughed at us (I didn't know I knew that many bad words), the dogs that the kids up the street "walk" without leashes that chase my cats and get through the cat door into my fenced backyard, the Great Dane across the street whose owner lets him walk around off leash - Jack saw Shadow in the front yard and roared across the street after my cat, to whom I was talking at the time. It took me half an hour to find her in the backyard, and the rest of the day for her to forgive me. Jack's owner was all surprised that he'd do something like that. Idiot. Not to mention any dog belonging to my BiL Booby - ill-trained, spoiled, pushy, always showing up uninvited... I'm talking about the dogs. No, really.
And don't get me started on pit bulls, like the ones who dug through two backyards directly behind mine and attacked and nearly killed someone else's innocent little dog. If those pbs had turned right instead of going straight, it could've been my toddler. And the whatever-they-ares in the yard on the other side of the alley, the ones that snarl and growl and try to get out and kill anything going by. I think they're Chihuahuas. Or hellhounds. I'm not sure.
It's all very well to say there are no bad dogs, just bad owners. The fact is, it's the dogs doing the damage.
There are good dogs; I've met a few, and most of them either belonged to or were being fostered by my best friend, who is involved in Collie Rescue, or were the dogs of friends of hers. There is also the hound-dog next door, a lovely spotted lady named Hazel. She chases my cats, but in a friendly, non-aggressive way, and she'd run the other way if the cat said "Boo" to her. Shadow roof-walks over there and teases her, and Hazel just whimpers and whines. I am all admiration for service dogs, and respect them and the people who train them.
There are bad cats; I've met a few in my day, but they're smaller, and more likely to run away when confronted. I can deal with cats.
Time to start laundry, and nearly time to drag the spawn out of their dens, if we're going to Main Place this morning. Kitty's been saving up for a trip to Simply Kids. She's going to need a bigger bookcase for manga, again. We may have to look into transdimensional options...
So, I'm just going to stay quiet around S'cubiedom for a while. It's stressing me out way too much, and I'm already stressed enough in the real world, thankyouverymuch.
Dogs. I prefer cats. I have had a number of bad experiences with dogs; for example, the nasty little mop that came out of nowhere, ran up my driveway, ran across my front lawn and bit me on the ankle. Good thing I was wearing workboots at the time. There was also the pack that chased me on my bicycle while the owner watched and then went back into his house and shut the door, the two big dogs that chased my four-year-old daughter across a store parking lot while the owner stood and laughed at us (I didn't know I knew that many bad words), the dogs that the kids up the street "walk" without leashes that chase my cats and get through the cat door into my fenced backyard, the Great Dane across the street whose owner lets him walk around off leash - Jack saw Shadow in the front yard and roared across the street after my cat, to whom I was talking at the time. It took me half an hour to find her in the backyard, and the rest of the day for her to forgive me. Jack's owner was all surprised that he'd do something like that. Idiot. Not to mention any dog belonging to my BiL Booby - ill-trained, spoiled, pushy, always showing up uninvited... I'm talking about the dogs. No, really.
And don't get me started on pit bulls, like the ones who dug through two backyards directly behind mine and attacked and nearly killed someone else's innocent little dog. If those pbs had turned right instead of going straight, it could've been my toddler. And the whatever-they-ares in the yard on the other side of the alley, the ones that snarl and growl and try to get out and kill anything going by. I think they're Chihuahuas. Or hellhounds. I'm not sure.
It's all very well to say there are no bad dogs, just bad owners. The fact is, it's the dogs doing the damage.
There are good dogs; I've met a few, and most of them either belonged to or were being fostered by my best friend, who is involved in Collie Rescue, or were the dogs of friends of hers. There is also the hound-dog next door, a lovely spotted lady named Hazel. She chases my cats, but in a friendly, non-aggressive way, and she'd run the other way if the cat said "Boo" to her. Shadow roof-walks over there and teases her, and Hazel just whimpers and whines. I am all admiration for service dogs, and respect them and the people who train them.
There are bad cats; I've met a few in my day, but they're smaller, and more likely to run away when confronted. I can deal with cats.
Time to start laundry, and nearly time to drag the spawn out of their dens, if we're going to Main Place this morning. Kitty's been saving up for a trip to Simply Kids. She's going to need a bigger bookcase for manga, again. We may have to look into transdimensional options...
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Date: 2008-02-01 03:24 pm (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2008-02-01 05:28 pm (UTC)Disagreeing with you once and a while doesn't mean I don't love you always, bella mia.
Julia, honest.
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Date: 2008-02-01 07:10 pm (UTC)It was others who seem to be sifting through my every comment, looking for possible potential hypothetical offensivenesses. Which is why I'm staying away for now, because I'm already feeling touchy.
Anne, some people have forgotten to Assume the IMO
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Date: 2008-02-01 11:04 pm (UTC)I don't know what caused it, or who caused it, but I hope you feel better very quickly. [kicks the anonymous pickers and sifters.]