So I slept
and I dreamt my little dreamy dreams, and I dreamt of a traveling sideshow where there was some bleachblond gypsy kid, skinny and maybe twenty? with a bunch of pomeriranians he had taught to do tricks. I could see how he trained them, too, lots of little petty meannesses and they were all evidently quite unhappy. One came over to me and I petted it, it’s matter filled eyes peering up and me, and as I tried to comfort it the gypsy kid came over and put his finger in the orbit of my eye, just under my brow, lifted my head up, wagged a finger at me and condescendingly said “My dog”.
Faster than I could ever have moved in real life I grabbed his wrist and said “Not anymore” and broke his forearm off. he screamed but I stood and grabbed him by the throat, silencing him; the dogs all ran to me and I threw him like a ragdoll onto his platform. Onlookers were already painting his truck over so instead of reading ‘Claude and his jumping dogs” it read “Claude and his disembodied arm”.
I hate people who hurt dogs, I really do.
Good move on the forearm.
Dog abusers beware.
I don’t know about real life, but you’re bad ass in your dreamworld!
“Hallucinogens — it’s what for dinner.”
No?
:D
Jenny
Hen:
I have known Og for years…In meatspace as well that the ‘tubes….He is a very nice guy.
Having said that, I would *NOT* go out of my way to give him a reason to be angry with me.
Just FYI
B, I don’t think you’re capable of piss ing me off. We disagree on things but I don’t ever think you’re disagreeable.
I hate people who are cruel to ANY animal. Sometimes animals need to be killed, whether for food, or because they’re pests, or whatever, but it needs to be done quickly and humanely.
It’s a trait I got from my father, and it apparently ran in his family as well. My uncle once came across someone who’d put a skunk in a trash can and set it on fire, my uncle thru him in with the skunk.
Heck, I even debarb my fish hooks, makes them easier to get out and does less damage to the fish if it’s to be released, and really doesn’t matter as far as losing the fish if you keep the line tight. The fact that it would be easier to get out of ME should the need arise is a happy coincidence.
Im with you on all counts Mark.
My Dad must have been cast in the same mold as Mark D.’s. I have the same lack of patience as he does regarding cruelty to animals. (And small children.)
Gerry N.
It would have been even better if you had grabbed him by the throat and beat him senseless with his own arm.