I am so tired of seeing monsters and people who do horrible things get away with it because of their money or in this case, The NFL’S desire to make billions at any cost. Bringing Michael Vick back after what he did was disgusting enough. But this Roger (I do not watch much football) whomever he is that brought him back) and now wants him honored is just as bad. People that have posted “Forgive” Good people make bad choices do not understand the mind of a monster.
This man did not just make bad choices like running a stop sign or beating up someone in anger. He KNEW what he was doing and he enjoyed it and didn’t care. Have these people seen the pictures of the tortured, strangled, beaten dead dogs? Did we all forget the photos of what torture these animals went through? Plus, look up dog fights. They use other innocent animals as bait. They say many people do it to make money because people love to see it . well they are monsters too. But Michael Vick? He didn’t NEED the money. He did it for pure pleasure. So, THAT to me is a man who KNEW exactly what he was doing and he enjoying torturing, killing, beating and savagely destroying these animals. That is me and that is what I think. I am not sorry if I offended people and I not sorry I spoke out! Sorry for the graphic pic but people should see and this was a very mild picture if that tells you anything!
I am sipping my morning Java and looking out of my office window as Lucifer strolls down the street. I am safe. Until he learns how to break through windows. If we had a Zombie apocalypse that is one dog I would be running from and I mean fast. Okay, so he is only like a little over 3 lbs. I guess but that Chihuahua is packed full of devil. Sheer demon forces rule that dog. I am surprised his owner doesn’t have more stitches than someone having major surgery but I guess he has chosen to live in peace with her.
If I must admit, he has been somewhat good from my view this a.m. He has only chased (on a long leash) two squirrels, the neighbors cat (currently hiding in the tree right by my window)six leaves that he killed without mercy and the rain that he must have decided is the enemy as well as all of us neighbors as he is now jumping in the air at it while biting and snarling. His owner is as good as the mail service. She will walk in rain, heat, the few times we get snow. Anything for Lucifer. I think I started writing about him to ease my anxiety in hope that I would realize he has only broken off of his leash and come after me like 5 times. Not too bad. But, honestly, I wish we could be friends because I love animals but I must confess. I do not love Lucifer. lol
Yep. Good old Lucifer, the tiny terror that plagues our neighborhood. They went on vacation so we all had a reprieve but hi there. He is home now. Again patrolling on his leash and waiting to bite our ankles or pull us down maybe like a zombie waiting for the kill. lol. This dog has no words for how mean he is. Yesterday he was chasing after the poor cat he happened to see sitting on a porch while his master/mommy was trying to reign him in. For such a small dog he sure is strong and often breaks off his leash. I wonder how much she spends on those in a year. So, haha, welcome home Lucifer (my name for him, not hers). We all look forward to more terror as you stalk us. With love (and fear and shaking hearts) we are in awe (not) that you made it back safely. In reality we hoped maybe she had found you a new home. hahaha
Some of you may have heard about the neighbor dog Lucifer. A Chihuahua. The picture ( I had to borrow one of the net because there is no way I am getting close to that dog) but it is close enough to show his reign of terror.
Soooo, we had a beautiful breezy day so I decided to stroll around the neighborhood. I was really enjoying the stroll and started back home when I heard it. THE BARK. Coming towards me. I see Lucifer (my name for him) in all of his 3 or 4 pound glory coming right for me. I must have looked like a maniac in my mad dash to get away from him. Running sideways and through bushes, one of which I jumped. By this time I am two houses away from my home, out of breath, terrified and about to collapse but determined. very determined. Right about the time he gains on me, aiming his little needle teeth for my ankles, I hear his owners sweet melodic voice calling her baby. It gave him enough pause for me to dash to my door and slam it in safety. A few minutes later she is knocking, minus Lucifer. She apologizes, explaining once again how harmless he really is. I was nice. I told her it was fine as I am still gasping for breath and closed my door. hahahahahaha. All things said, I LOVE animals but I hate that dog. That dog is determined to get me and half of the other neighbors who cringe when we hear him out and about. Needless to say, the squirrels were quiet, once again the birds stopped their chirping and I could have sworn I saw a leaf with a look of fright on its face. I think I may move. haha
No, his name is NOT really Lucifer. He is my neighbors dog. I LOVE all animals and animals love me but THIS dog? I swear he has to be from the pits of Hades. this dog HATES everything. he hates the sky, he hates the leaves falling, he hates squirrels, people, other animals and he even hates acorns. yes, those nut things that fall from trees and roll onto the ground. Whenever my neighbor walks that dog we all run into our houses in fear. He tries to lunge at us or any thing that exist and tear our throats out or destroy into shreds any existing thing on the ground. Leaves run at the sight of this dog. Birds quit singing. frogs make no noise. flowers wilt. trees start breaking in sheer terror. okay, I am getting a little overboard but still this dog. If a dog ever earned the name Lucifer, this one is it. and his owner? Wow. sweetest lady you will ever meet. she coddles him, pampers him, and even tries to explain his behavior. she say’s he was born that way and that he bit his mother when he got teeth because he suffers from depression. Lucifer is a 3 or 4 pound Chihuahua. lol.
My older pup, Buddy, is my constant indoor companion. My two outside shepherds, too big to live inside but well equipped with outdoor housing and shade and an abundance of toys are big babies. They love mommy and daddy and we can play for tow or more hours a day and walk them and they still want more attention even though they have almost an acre of free roaming space and each other. My cats are like mini monsters. They love to break, destroy, tear apart and well, actually just turn anything that is within reach into a shred of nothing. And then there are my sweet parakeets. They had two babies to my total shock and surprise that grew and came out of the nesting box. Well, now two weeks later mama bird is back in box so I assume more babies are coming. If nothing else, my animals fill me with love and daily surprises! have a great day fellow bloggers!
The parakeet update is the two babies are still growing as of now. They are so far still thriving but my camera has a flash so I cannot get it off and I am scared I will blind them so hello anxiety as I worry anxiously about whether to chance it or not so I can share with all of you. Then my cat, the “do nothing” cat when I try to get pictures is still, well doing nothing but watching does help my anxiety. And my dog, Buddy, a pom, the brother to two German shepherds, is my Anxiety helper. He tries to calm me when I get too anxious. So this is the day to share anxiety, the thriving baby keets and of course anxiety and how it affects me and how my dog Buddy helps me through it. But now I am about to go upstairs and try to get a pic of the baby keets so anxiety. Okay I took them but got worried so here is the best view I have. Anxiety. hahaha. Hello. again. 🙂 I think it is time for some Yoga!