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~Sam~
11-22-2004, 08:22 PM
This is the fourth time I've tried to post in this forum. I'm ready to give the fuck up....

On Friday, I replied, in length, to one thread in my forum and was redirected. I just wrote another diatribe, which was lost in the mess of the hip forums.

so.... here goes again............

On Friday, I came in here to read and reply to several posts. I wrote extenstively, and was rewarded by being redirected to a bogus page of the forums and all that I wrote was lost.

I was going to begin again when the guy with my hay showed up and I had to leave my pissed-off seat here to go and unload and stack 5 tons of hay in the barn for my critters.

After I finished stacking the hay, I had to go out to the feed mill to buy grain and fence posts.

Before I left, I went out to check on the horses. I knew that I was pushing the envelope by not having the fence electrified, so I was gettin more fence posts to finish the circumference of the pasture.

When I got back home, I drove by the horses to see how they were doing. What I found broke my heart. Both Precious and Raven were running around in the area around pond (outside the fenced area), white with lather.

I parked my truck over by the barn and almost ran to the stairs leading down to the backyard pasture area. Precious had seen me drive up in my truck and was besides herself with worry. As soon as I reached the bottom step of the stone stairway, she ran up to me and planted her big, horsey head into my chest.

"What gives here, you guys?" I said. And when I looked Precious over, I saw that when she had run through the fencing it had wrapped around her right rear leg, just below the hock, and had nearly severed her leg as she ran off in a panic away from the fence.

There was blood everywhere. Everywhere.

Quickly, I grabbed her halter and lead her towards the other end of the pasture where the gate is located. I walked her towards the barn and all the while Raven is going bananas. By the time Precious and I had reached the barn, Raven had his front hooves on the stone wall and was looking over the hedges, whinying at us.

I put Precious into her stall and went back out to get Raven. On the way by the house, I called the Vet. The directions I got from her were to hose the wound off with cold water, bandage it, and wait.

While I was waiting... for two hours... I just sat out there and kept the cold water running on my mare's wound. I cleaned their stalls, straightened out the barn, and did everything that I could think of to pass the time.

But the Vet finally showed up. She looked at the wound that practically ringed Precious' leg... decided that stitching the wound wouldn't work, and showed me how to bandage her leg.

I've been changing bandages every two hours since then. But I've finally come up with a method that will keep the bandage on my mare's leg and have checked on that recently. Seems to be holding fast, so I let it go until tonight's chore time.

Now comes the chickens. My chickens have been desserting me... or so I thought. I went over to the neighbor's place this morning to find my chickens... intent on murder by BB gun. I was going to shoot all the young roosters who switched sides, and was planning on recapturing the two hens also... Turns out that my chickens haven't been changing sides... thev've been eaten by the local fox.

That's a good thing. It's why I decided on getting chickens in the first place.... to feed the local wildlife population. In the Springtime, we'll have lots of little chicklets growing up to become foxfood.

I have to go out and check on my mare's bandage, see how Raven is doing out there in the pasture all by himself, see if anyone needs hay or water, and generally make a pain in the ass of myself.

I'm going to try to have this post uploaded. If for some reason, my back-up plan doesn't work, and I end up coming up empty on the forums... well, these words are wasted too.

You all have a good Thanksgiving. If I don't get back here before the weekend, please know that I'm well and doing good... and you take care.

Love,

~Sam~
11-22-2004, 11:01 PM
So... I'm sitting here writing to you, and I hear this god awful barking going on, on my back porch.

I run down the stairs and go out onto the back porch. What do I find? The neighbor's hotdog trying to kill my 17 year old cat!

So, I chase the dog off, and go to the neighbor's door. I tell him what's happened, "Your dog just tried to kill my 17 year old cat on my own backporch", and then I stormed off. I get into my own home and decide to call the police.

dial... 911 "Can I help you?" the operator says. "Yes, I'm a taxpayer and my neighbor's dog just came onto my backporch and tried to kill my 17 year old cat." I tell her.

call back... "Hi. I just called 911 to report my neighbor's dog killing my cat. Well, the cat isn't dead. He ran off into the forsythia bushes, wounded, but still alive."

"Do you still want an officer to come out to investigate anyway?"

"Yes"

So, the officer came out, and an another neighbor was standing by awaiting her children's school bus. They, too, have been assaulted by these diminuative dogs. She told her story, and I took the officer down to the bridge to show her how I've tried to keep these miniature four legged "critters of wrath" from gaining access to our property.

Awe. It's a helluva mess. I don't like to call the Police for anything, but in this situation I feel rightgeous.

We'll see what happens. But from here it don't look too good. I want blood. I won't get it, but I might just get some very intolerant tennants. Fucking A .... go fucking figure.

I've had it with this world. If'n you're a part of this world, I've had it with you too.

See You Next Week,

teepi
11-23-2004, 02:48 AM
Hey Old Woman.....hope the hell you've managed to getyour hackles back down. And I hope so much that Precious is going to be fine.

When it rains it pours, and you and me tend to react the same in the pouring down rain.
We look for blood.

I did my stint with the local white trash and their pack of dogs terroizing me and most of the people on this road.
I would be out working in the garden and they would get between me and the house and bark and raise hell.
They killed neighbors chickens, ate another neighbors dogfood he put in one of those feed as you go feeders, emptying it out nightly.
Ran after a little girl riding her horse and biting its leg leading to her being thrown and getting a concoussion....
After over a year of calling the dog warden and nothing being done I called the county prosecuter and complained to him and the county commisioner.
Finally they were taken into court, paid some fines and got rid of all 13 dogs.
........gave them to someone in another town.......
......2 days later the idiot woman goes and brings 3 back....
I'm now waiting for them to show up, they are 3 of the smaller ones, but now its a personnal thing. Their son came and stood at the end of our drive while Larry and I were out there target practicing and drinking and screamed up the drive at us that he's going to kill us for messing with his dogs.....how dumb is that??? I'm standing there with my rifle and he's screaming this at me.....

lalalalalala...la
Just waiting for the flying shit.....

And by the way....I've always known I'm just really NOT part of THIS world...
teepi

Southernman
11-23-2004, 05:29 AM
Wow, that's life How boring is it here at Germany. I think it's high time, to spare some Euros an come over the ocean, if they'll let me in. Greetings to all of you from the other side of the world.

Southernman

poor_old_dad
11-24-2004, 10:33 PM
Dear Sam & Teepi,

Oh how my heart goes out to both you. I so very much wish that I could climb into my monitor, down the wires and come out ... I don't know, on your printer - or something. I just wish I could be there to help, even if I just was to stand around, keep an eye on things, so you could get a little rest.
Now don't get me wrong. I'm totally, completely sure you can both take yourselves. It's just that one of my most basic instincts is that if a friend is having problems, I wish I could help.
Read your posts on this thread I got to thinking, "HMmmm .... did someone say something about a big piece of land in Idaho?" I actually looked some up here on the inter-webber-netter thing. Costa Rica too.
Anyway, thinking about ya'll, trying to send "good vibes" etc. Sam please a short note about how Precious' leg is doing.

Peace, your friend,
poor_old_dad

Happy X-giving to all...........

~Sam~
12-09-2004, 04:50 PM
Brazil, Dad. Think Brazil. My girlfriend, the one I adopted Precious from, is fixing up her 18th century Victorian Farm House. In a few years, she's going to sell it and move to South America. Kenny and I wouldn't mind living in Brazil, especially with the Republican Regime coming into their own here in the States. See you there?

You come on over, Southernman... Anytime, and Welcome.

All-in-all, everything worked out fine with the neighbor's dog. I've had folks stopping by here to complain about the dogs being out on the road, attacking them as they walked by and yes, they've even chased someone on horseback a couple of weeks ago. I was waiting for the situation to resolve itself... I think it has. Asked the policewoman if it was my responsibility as a landlord to take care of these matters. She said it wasn't, and besides... if I went over and told them about all the complaints and that they'd have to do something with their dogs, do you think they'd listen to me? Do the acronym NFW ring a familiar note? Nobody listens to me... everyone knows that I'm full of shit. Makes me tired, yeah it does.

Anywho... when the neighbor came to pay the rent I told him why I called the cops, and that if I didn't I would've wrung his dog's neck and torn it to pieces. He said; "You have to do what you have to do." They still wave at us as they pass by in their car, and when I awakened at 2:30 this morning and looked out the back window I was very pleased to see what an excellent job they did of decorating their house for the Xmas Season. They did a marvelous job with those icicle lights... Place looks like white folk live there too.

I have to try to be a nicer person around this expanding neighborhood... otherwise I see myself being hauled in on domestic terrorist charges in the near future. It's a different world out there, and being a dyed in the wool, warlike Hungarian won't work for too much longer. At least Kenny hid all the bullets from me.

Precious' leg is healing nicely. With it being 64 degrees out here yesterday, I took her bandage off and turned her out in the pasture for the day. It did her a world of good, and eased her nerves after being confined to her stall for days on end. Not to mention that when they're out in the field, I don't have to shovel that much shit. But she's doin' well, healing in the way that horses do.

I said that I was gonna get out of here an hour and a half ago, and here I sit. Shame on me... I'm outta here.

Later Folks,
Sam

poor_old_dad
12-09-2004, 05:24 PM
"Nobody listens to me..."

We listen to you and care about what you say ....

Peace, your friend,
Glenn

~Sam~
12-10-2004, 04:57 PM
Thanks, Dad. That's a nice thing to say, and I appreciate it. But... I ramble madly and sometimes make no sense at all. Even I wouldn't listen to me, but if you do, please take me with a block of salt.

That reminds me... did you get your 'girls' a mineralized salt lick block? They love it and need to have one available free choice.

OK, so much for unsolicited advice... I apologize.

Take Care, Man

Sam

Southernman
12-12-2004, 11:34 PM
You come on over, Southernman... Anytime, and Welcome. Thanks again, Sam. I thought, I would have the money for coming over in 2005, but at the moment it seems, I need it to go to Hungary. Let's see, what the future brings. For Ken and you is allways a place in my little house here at Munich or I would even travel to Hungary, if you could only go there, from an american point of view is the distance beetwen Germany and Hungary quite ridiculous. But it seems, you would need some kind of Noas arc, to transport all your animal friends.

With Love,
Juergen