Showing posts with label fighting. Show all posts
Showing posts with label fighting. Show all posts
Monday, July 25, 2016
Fisticuffs on the Desk
Percy: What are you doing on the desk? I was here first.
Micah: It's my desk too. And I'm not bothering you.
Percy: You bother me just by being in the same room ... in the same house. Can I pack your bags for you?
Merci: One of you needs to move - off the desk, not out of the house. You know if you stay anywhere near each other you'll get into a fight.
Micah: No, we won't. I'll just stretch out over here and Percy can have that end of the desk.
Merci: *three minutes later* Jaaaaaaaaan! Fisticuffs on the old desk!
Percy: *two minutes later* Zzzzzzzzz.
Micah: Zzzzzzzz.
Merci: I'm glad I'm not a guy. I have never been able to figure them out.
Wednesday, February 11, 2015
Good Boy Marcus
Jan:
It is a rare occasion when I post to the Funny Farmer's blog, but today I wanted to tell you about how brave and good Marcus has been, as well as to let you know it will be a bit longer before we return.
Monday evening, almost exactly 7 days to the hour from when I took a flying leap into the TV and stand while sliding across the floor on my knees, I started to walk Marcus and Merci. I wasn't paying attention and a neighborhood dog that had gotten loose was on top of us before I noticed him. He went right for Marcus' head and a fight ensued.
I was terrified. 1) Marcus 2) I am still healing from my fall and if my injured knees hit that concrete, it was going to be serious. Merci was trying to stay out of the way and I was yanked around as the dogs fought while screaming at the top of my lungs for help. Just as I was about to go down, Marcus did his Houdini maneuver and popped out of his harness and into the street.
And then Marcus went after the other dog. As he was chasing him across the lawn, the owners arrived. Both dogs stopped running and Marcus trotted right back to me. That was such a relief! I didn't have the strength to chase him. I was shaking so hard it took a while to get Marcus's harness back on him and get the dogs home. I knew the dog and thought he'd had his shots in the fall but went back to verify it.
The owners were apologetic and both dogs are okay. It was one of those freak things that happen - possibly because he was protecting his property. Just the day before, we took our first walk in a week and ran into a loose little dog that thought he owned a whole block and threatened us until we turned back.
It took hours to come down from all that adrenalin pumping and it left me feeling like I was hit by a truck. Again! So I am taking some more time off from blogging to recover.
You can barely see it here but that small pink spot on Marcus' right eye (your left) is a small cut, which I washed and sprayed with Vetericyn and it is healing nicely. Can't even see it now. The only other sign of "battle" is a knot on his head. So he is fine and I am so very proud of him.
And my eyes are doing well. You can actually see my blue eyes in this picture. Last Tuesday no one in Dollar General or Walmart would even look at me. Yesterday I was a "sensation" in Walmart. The first woman to take a good look said, "I would certainly like to see the other party!" Strangers stopped to ask if I am okay. (Of course everyone thinks someone hit me.) Last Wednesday a relative of someone I know tripped on her way to the bathroom during the night and broke her shoulder, arm and hand. I had a serious accident and walked away. So, not only am I okay, I am blessed!
I might not be blogging regularly right now, but I am aware a number of other bloggers are having serious illnesses, accidents, sick animals or have lost a pet. You folks are in my thoughts and prayers.
It is a rare occasion when I post to the Funny Farmer's blog, but today I wanted to tell you about how brave and good Marcus has been, as well as to let you know it will be a bit longer before we return.
Monday evening, almost exactly 7 days to the hour from when I took a flying leap into the TV and stand while sliding across the floor on my knees, I started to walk Marcus and Merci. I wasn't paying attention and a neighborhood dog that had gotten loose was on top of us before I noticed him. He went right for Marcus' head and a fight ensued.
I was terrified. 1) Marcus 2) I am still healing from my fall and if my injured knees hit that concrete, it was going to be serious. Merci was trying to stay out of the way and I was yanked around as the dogs fought while screaming at the top of my lungs for help. Just as I was about to go down, Marcus did his Houdini maneuver and popped out of his harness and into the street.
And then Marcus went after the other dog. As he was chasing him across the lawn, the owners arrived. Both dogs stopped running and Marcus trotted right back to me. That was such a relief! I didn't have the strength to chase him. I was shaking so hard it took a while to get Marcus's harness back on him and get the dogs home. I knew the dog and thought he'd had his shots in the fall but went back to verify it.
The owners were apologetic and both dogs are okay. It was one of those freak things that happen - possibly because he was protecting his property. Just the day before, we took our first walk in a week and ran into a loose little dog that thought he owned a whole block and threatened us until we turned back.
It took hours to come down from all that adrenalin pumping and it left me feeling like I was hit by a truck. Again! So I am taking some more time off from blogging to recover.
You can barely see it here but that small pink spot on Marcus' right eye (your left) is a small cut, which I washed and sprayed with Vetericyn and it is healing nicely. Can't even see it now. The only other sign of "battle" is a knot on his head. So he is fine and I am so very proud of him.
And my eyes are doing well. You can actually see my blue eyes in this picture. Last Tuesday no one in Dollar General or Walmart would even look at me. Yesterday I was a "sensation" in Walmart. The first woman to take a good look said, "I would certainly like to see the other party!" Strangers stopped to ask if I am okay. (Of course everyone thinks someone hit me.) Last Wednesday a relative of someone I know tripped on her way to the bathroom during the night and broke her shoulder, arm and hand. I had a serious accident and walked away. So, not only am I okay, I am blessed!
I might not be blogging regularly right now, but I am aware a number of other bloggers are having serious illnesses, accidents, sick animals or have lost a pet. You folks are in my thoughts and prayers.
Monday, November 02, 2009
Canary Fighting
We forgot to post this in July, so even though the article is "old," the subject isn't.
We've heard of dogfighting, cockfighting, hog dog rodeos, canned hunting and other cruel "fun" some humans enjoy inflicting on animals. But birdfighting -- to be specific, canary and finch fighting with folks betting on which bird survives until the next round? That's a new one to us. And just as despicable.
It's too bad we furries can't decide the punishment for the perpetrators.
“I feel so bad, especially with two young boys and to have that going on in that house,” Sega said. “The house is so beautiful, the people seem so nice and a quiet neighborhood, couldn’t believe what I heard.
"Authorities raided a home in Harwinton earlier in the month, confiscating dozens of roosters. Investigators in Shelton said canary and finch fighting may be a new trend about which they are just learning.
"When canaries are bred, they’ll fight to the death and they don’t make the noise that typical roosters make and they don’t smell,” said Sgt. Robert Kozlowski. “They fall under the radar because we wouldn’t think it suspicious if people have a lot of canaries.”
Excerpt from "19 Arrested in Canary-Fighting Investigation." You can read the full article here.
We've heard of dogfighting, cockfighting, hog dog rodeos, canned hunting and other cruel "fun" some humans enjoy inflicting on animals. But birdfighting -- to be specific, canary and finch fighting with folks betting on which bird survives until the next round? That's a new one to us. And just as despicable.
It's too bad we furries can't decide the punishment for the perpetrators.
“I feel so bad, especially with two young boys and to have that going on in that house,” Sega said. “The house is so beautiful, the people seem so nice and a quiet neighborhood, couldn’t believe what I heard.
"Authorities raided a home in Harwinton earlier in the month, confiscating dozens of roosters. Investigators in Shelton said canary and finch fighting may be a new trend about which they are just learning.
"When canaries are bred, they’ll fight to the death and they don’t make the noise that typical roosters make and they don’t smell,” said Sgt. Robert Kozlowski. “They fall under the radar because we wouldn’t think it suspicious if people have a lot of canaries.”
Excerpt from "19 Arrested in Canary-Fighting Investigation." You can read the full article here.
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Animal Cruelty,
bird,
fighting
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