Sometimes, especially in a very small town, it is not a bad thing to be known as a Crazy Lunatic. With a gun.
I don't like guns or gunplay. Really.
But when I lived in Atlanta, in Little Five Points, and just over the tracks from the "bad part of town," I kept a loaded shotgun in my studio. Just in case, don'tcha know. All sorts of weirdos were about. We were burgled three times in four months. I worked at home and was not particularly afraid - but after the OJ verdict, nothing was for sure. Times were uncertain.
Sweetie took me out to target shoot with his .45, c.1992, and after firing it once, I remarked that "That could really fuck somebody up." All I could think of was the violence of the explosion. I could never remember about the damn safety switch, either.
So. When I had my stalker, here in lovely Laconia, a man who was crazier and even more unpredictable that me, Sweetie got me mace. And a revolver, a little .32; a point-and-shoot type of gun. No safety switch involved. I also have a slingshot and a BB gun. Sweetie has his own rifles and stuff. Which he never shoots. We are not gun nuts. Really. And I know me some gun nuts. We are not them.
But I have been known to chase after dogs with the .32 when they have attacked my dogs, in my yard. To the four way in the middle of town. And I have gone after other dogs when they have chased local children. (Oh, call the law? Or the animal control? They tell me to shoot 'em! We are so advanced here.) Stalking to the 4-way with a revolver, in sight of the General Store?
Word gets around. That chick is crazee! Don't get her mad.
Today, after hearing about four dogs in my yard this morning chasing my bunnies, and then finding one in my barn hauling ass after a rabbit, well - I did what I felt was right. Grabbed the .32 and shot over its head as he came out of the barn. There was a mild to-do. I was called a bitch and someone said I shot the dog twice. Feh. If I had meant to hit it, I would have. I do have good aim.
It sucks ass.
I just wish the neighbors would, could keep their canines on their own property. These are the same ones that had the late pit bull. Oh, shoot a dog? We'll just get another two or three.
(Also, caught a tom cat today that was hungry and stalking little buns. I was able to catch it and have turned him over to our local rescue people.
Not everybody here is an asshole. But sometimes, it feels like it.)
So, it is not a bad thing to be known as a Crazy Lunatic. And a gun-wielding one, at that. Especially since Sweetie works the 3-to-11 shift.
Sigh.
Fuzzarelly is Back
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Yeah.. I hear ya. I've had a few run ins with large dogs that have made me permanently terrified of them - I used to actually LIKE dogs before that. I'm not the gun wielding sort (I much prefer swords..) but sh*t like you're dealing with would make me change my mind real quick.
Hi Fuzzarelly,
I hear you. We don't have the troubles you do any longer. But at one time people used to drop their problem dogs off in the country to be rid of them.
They would pack and go feral. We had to kill them off, with the authorities consent of course. You couldn't walk in the woods without a gun for safety from someones cast off wild pet.
We wonder, with the times getting harder and people loosing their homes, if it will start up again.
I hope not, but just in case I better get back at my shooting practice.
Hugs, Euphoria
DH made us get our carry permit the last time we were in Macon. Up here, we would be considered right wing nut jobs for our gun toting beliefs.
And down there, we are heathens because we don't go to church on Sunday.
Personally, I think it's best to keep them guessing, and people tend to stay away from crazy folk, which is fine by me:)
I do wish people would do a better job with their dogs; it has a tendency to give all dogs (and dog-owners) a bad name when folks live by the theory that their dogs should be allowed to run lose, regardless of the mayhem and destruction they cause.
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