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threeplusfire) wrote2001-11-22 07:20 pm
threeplusfire) wrote2001-11-22 07:20 pm
head on the door
My front door has been locked since 10:44pm last night. Called my mom and told her I wouldn't make it for dinner. I just can't bring myself to leave the house, even though I can't get much done on my paper and I'm restless inside. Eating rolls with butter and drinking milk. I probably won't leave the house til tomorrow for work. Where would I go?
Torn between wanting to sleep til it's all over, and wanting to stay up. Perhaps scrub my bathroom floors in the middle of the night like a speed freak. Except, without the drugs.
The people who live behind my mother have two dogs, a golden retriever and some little yip-yap dog. The woman brought the dogs into the clinic a few times, and is rather clueless about animals. (Didn't even know dogs needed heartworm prevention medication, for example.) A couple nights ago, near midnight, my mother and grandfather heard an incredible ruckus start outside. The sound of dogs fighting, howling and crashing.
My mother, of course, runs outside to see if one of our animals is involved. It becomes clear that it is the dogs behind us. She could hear the little one screaming, and the larger one barking. The woman was screaming the larger dog's name and "No!" over and over again. Suddenly, it was silent. Dead silent. My mother could only hear the woman stepping onto her porch and sobbing. In the morning, neither dog was back there. Our best guess is that the larger dog killed the smaller one, and she got rid of them both. Very curious and terrible.
Torn between wanting to sleep til it's all over, and wanting to stay up. Perhaps scrub my bathroom floors in the middle of the night like a speed freak. Except, without the drugs.
The people who live behind my mother have two dogs, a golden retriever and some little yip-yap dog. The woman brought the dogs into the clinic a few times, and is rather clueless about animals. (Didn't even know dogs needed heartworm prevention medication, for example.) A couple nights ago, near midnight, my mother and grandfather heard an incredible ruckus start outside. The sound of dogs fighting, howling and crashing.
My mother, of course, runs outside to see if one of our animals is involved. It becomes clear that it is the dogs behind us. She could hear the little one screaming, and the larger one barking. The woman was screaming the larger dog's name and "No!" over and over again. Suddenly, it was silent. Dead silent. My mother could only hear the woman stepping onto her porch and sobbing. In the morning, neither dog was back there. Our best guess is that the larger dog killed the smaller one, and she got rid of them both. Very curious and terrible.
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