Sometimes You Gotta Whoop an Old Man’s Ass

Well.. I was VERY close to going to jail today.

Let me tell you the story…

I have beagle.. he is about a 11 months old. He is the nicest dog I have ever seen. Anyone that comes by.. he follows them around and even tries to leave with them. He is a people person.

My next door neighbor has 2 dogs that like to dig. They dig under my fence to allow Jake to come over and play. Well.. the have a cattle style gate that allows Jake out to the front yard. He usually says in the yard unless this older lady that walks the neighborhood walks by the house and he will go on a stroll with her.

I let him out back today while working on the website.. about 20 mins go by and I hear a yelp.. I chuckle because that means he hit the electric fence trying to get out.. I open up the back door to see and he is standing there head drooped. He hobbles in and I turn on the light. He is covered in blood. He has about 5-6 wounds and my first instinct is dog fight. He is limping really bad and after close inspection the wounds look less like punctures.

I jump in the car and head to the vet up the road. After knocking him out we get to shaving around the wounds. Doc looks up and says “Yep.. Jake saw the business end of a shotgun.”

Instantly I am pissed. Why? Because I know EXACTLY who did it. When I had Boomer, my mom’s dog, here they would ALWAYS get out. I saw a older guy, about 60, that lived around the corner. He told me that they are “running the neighborhood” and I needed to keep them in the yard. He said “I peppered them to try to get them to come home but they ran off.”

I told that M’Fing bastard that if he ever shot at my dogs again.. we were gonna have issues.

rent a car bulgariaThe doctor removed 4 pellets from Jake.. one in the top of the head and 3 from his legs and butt. Yes.. I said butt. This means this jackass fired one shot to hit him in the head (and through one ear by the way) and then shot AGAIN as he was running AWAY.

Keep in mind from the picture.. Jake is a BEAGLE. Not a Rott, or a Pitt.. A BEAGLE.

I went to the guys house. Drove up to the front door.. (yes.. all the way up in the yard to the front door **NOTE: I was pissed**) and knocked. He came to the door and the conversation went like this…

“You seen my beagle today?????”

“ummm.. er… noo.. why”

“Well.. someone decided to shoot him with a shotgun.. more than once, as he was running away. He is at the vet right now getting looked at for multiple wounds. A seeing as how you are the only self-confessed asshole I know around here.. I thought I would pay you a visit.”

“well… er.. It wasn’t me.. that is bad”

“You think it is bad? Let my dog have one more injury.. one more scrape.. Hell.. he could get beat up by another dog.. and I will be paying you a visit. I told you once that if you ever shot my dog again we would have a conversation. The only thing keeping me from beating your old ass right now is I like my job. I have the right mind to tie your ass to this porch and pepper the shit outta you with my own shotgun. This shit happens again.. and I might start returning your pellets the easy way. Remember that, C#$% S#c$er!”

I jumped in my car and went back to the Vet.

In hindsight what I did wasn’t the best of ideas.. but I was pissed and that’s my best friend. You don’t $#(% with friendship where I am from.

Jake is home with me now.. he is limping still.. and groggy from the drugs.. He finally ate and is sleeping at my feet by the heater.. so all is well.

If I am gone for 3-6.. you know why
Pictures are attached below