Showing posts with label Shep. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Shep. Show all posts

Thursday, July 30, 2026

Mad Dog

It seems Blobby isn't going to jail. 

I suppose I should back up a bit. 

While I have mentioned my anxiety levels lately, while not fully due to this event, it is certainly partially the cause. 

Back in June, Shep and I were chilling out back. Unfortunately, an amazon delivery person opted to bring a package to the back of the house. 

Until today, other than 710, one other person and a lawyer, I've said nothing to anyone about this. 

She came through a closed gate with no verbal announcement. And also instructions for delivery are to the front door only. 

I do not have canine hearing, but Mr. Shep does. He heard her. He got up from his nap and charged her, barking his scary bark the entire way. 

Blobby will plead willful ignorance here, and slightly assumed Shep nipped her. However, she said nothing and showed me nothing. Mind you, at the same time - due to tension and being a bit off guard myself - my reaction was to tell her she was not to be back here at all. 

Mind you, I called Shep off in seconds and he returned immediately. 

I thought that was that until the po-po showed up a half hour later. 

Seems the woman went back to her van and called 9-1-1.  ....that seemed a bit extreme to me, but that's my take. She called for police, but said no EMS needed.  After the cops did the she said - he said thing, I thought everything was done. One half hour later they came back to give me a citation and court date, as the woman decided to prosecute. 

Great. Just great. 

This set off a lot of things, including the county needing confirmation that Shep didn't have rabies. Vet records and a FaceTime were required. 

The other is court appearances for a third degree misdemeanor - culminating in a $750 fine and / or 90 days in jail !!!!

Just let me tell you, seeing 34,092 hours of Law & Order where I thought I could easily represent myself, 710 fought me on that. Also let me tell you, finding a lawyer who represents the homeowner and not the victim is très difficult.  They're called 'ambulance chasers' for a reason. 

Me, being me, had all the documentation ready to go for the lawyer:  screen shots of my delivery preferences on the amazon site. screen shots of the last two years of deliveries from the emails they send when they deliver along with a picture (all at front door). And I had Ring doorbell videos in the back entrance of Shep leaving the porch barking and another coming back like 17 seconds later. There is no view of her with the dog, just of the porch....to which she never made it for delivery. 

Part of one lawyer visit was viewing all the discovery - which meant all the bodycam footage from the police officers. Oh yes. Multiple officers. And it is numbing. The process. For whatever reason there was no speed through, so you had to watch them walk from car to door, and door to victim, back to car, back to house.....and so on. 

And me stopping myself from standing up and screaming at the screen when the driver talked and said, how I didn't react at all and let the dog attack her for minutes.  

17 seconds. 17 seconds including the 4-5 seconds it took him to come back and 4-5 it took him to get to her. So....8-10 seconds total. And I was up out of my seat in 2 seconds. 

She continually refused medical care. And she sat there for 90 minutes, which tells me she wasn't truly injured. She even said - on body cam- she wasn't, but the police kept saying she should get checked out. 

And not to demean her (kind of), but it took almost 20 minutes to write her statement. Me, it took like 7. So I expected a three page thingy from her.  It was less than 25 words.   .......in 20 minutes.  And 38% of them spelled incorrectly.  I get it - the education system sucks. But somewhere between the cops 2nd and 4th visit to her, she went from not wanting to prosecute, to wanting.  I'm sure she talked to someone in between, but who can know for sure. 

It should be noted that I was being charged with failing to control a dog in a public area.....which was on my own secured and gated property. But they considered our yard to be "the city".    

Fuck.  That. 

Oh, the amazon lady also stated she "ran" from the house. She did not. She stopped, took the pic of the package delivery (in my hand), sent it and walked out. 

But the video told me one thing:  she was upset because I didn't apologize. She must have mentioned it at least a dozen times. I honestly think that's why she prosecuted. Her nose was bent out of joint. I'm not letting Shep off the hook here, but there wasn't even a puncture wound as far as I could tell. 

And she's right, I didn't. I'm also trained if someone hits my car not to immediately say "it's ok" or "I'm alright".  I mean, not like Buster Bluth. 

I don't need "I'm sorry" to be construed or spun to be a perceived admission of guilt. Again, she said nothing of being bitten to me. And at first she said the same to the cops. 

Anyhooo.......the other day was the 'pre-trail' which was via phone and for which I didn't need to be present. My lawyer called me a few minutes after it was done with good news. 

I will have to pay her $108.15 urgent care bill and my case will be dismissed with no record. 


It is somewhat of a relief, obvi. But if I'm 100% truthful, I hold a little resentment against Shep. He was protecting his property, but I trust him less and less around people. I am 100% on my guard on every walk - and we've decided maybe no more Bow Wow Beach or visitors to the house. We just can't take the risk. 

While no one really thought I'd do time, I did fret for a long time that they'd force us to put Shep down. They aren't, but he has a strike on his record with the county. Another one could be a different outcome for him. 

We will see if this will do anything for my anxiety. I hope so, but I suspect I'll just replace it with another woe. 



Song by: America

Saturday, October 22, 2022

Nice to See You

It's Saturday. Pet day.  I'm still trying to figure this out with not having Sophie. I got some work to do, but we'll get there. 

Shep is super manipulative come noon on the weekends.
He ain't playin' around when he wants to go on a trip. 

I was texting with Mike this last week, and he sent me a pic of Ollie - all newly groomed. 
He's a handsome sort.  Ollie that is.   Mike too.........I suppose. 

Bailey - still being abused by my sister. 

Hanging on the west bank of the Flats. 





Song by: the Left Banke

Tuesday, August 16, 2022

7

It's hard to believe, but Shep turns seven today.

He is such an integral part of the family it's ridiculous. As you already know, he and his sister hogs 1/7th of each week's blog posts. 

Between the pandemic and us being only semi-social anyway, this guy takes front and center on how we craft our non-work lives. We tell him weekly that he'd never have found a better home. 

And I'm not sure he would have. 

The word 'spoiled' comes to mine. 

He loves car rides so much that he literally meets me in the drive when I get home, gets in, and then we pull into the garage. He bolts from the car to see 710 - whom he saw only 47 seconds earlier - as if Shep has been on a big long trip. 

And we do. Every weekend, it's a trip - somewhere........for him. While I've known that I've needed to lose weight, I'd hate to see how much more would have needed ot come off had we not hiked both weekend days for the last seven years - rain or shine, snow, wind.....you name it. 

I love that he and 710 are so connected. They really are made for each other. That either of them let me play in their reindeer games is enough for me. Actually, we have similar, but different, relationships with Shep. He plays us both like fiddles. 

While we love the "new" house, we really love it for him. We have a fraction of land that we did at the other place, but it's fenced in and the grass is much nicer  He loves spending time out there doing nothing - though will chase the squirrel that runs along the fence, or will join in neighborhood canine conversations over that fence. We are thrilled we can give it to him. 

He is his dad's boy. He's not thrilled with other adult males who aren't my brother-in-law.  I'd say we'd work on it, but we still aren't really socializing with people at home. 

Anyway, it doesn't seem like seven years - well, almost six since we got him. 

Happy Birthday to him. I'd say he'll get a special treat, but that is kind of every day. 




Song by: Prince & the New Power Generation

Tuesday, August 17, 2021

Birthday

Time passes too fast. In theory, I know it's the same increments, but perhaps I'm just feeling the sand slipping to the bottom half of the hour glass. 


How is it that Shep is already six years old?  well..........yesterday he was. 

Oh, I know we haven't had him for six. It still a few weeks away that we've had him for five years. Still, it hasn't seemed this long, but the days are ticking away. 

He's no longer a puppy - obvi. He no longer wakes at 04:30 to go out and sometimes I have to pry him to get him to go out on our a.m. walk.  Anymore these are not as necessary.  He can hold whatever he has to - and due to not being able (currently) to leave him at home a few days a week, he goes to daycare Monday through Friday.  He can poop there, should he need 

I'm not thrilled with five days of daycare. But now that 710 has been called back to the office, Shep hasn't been alone in 18 months. Almost never left alone in this house more than an hour or two. 

And we love our dog walker, and she loves Shep, and Shep LOVES her. I want to keep her employed. But she gets his separation anxiety. In the old house, it was somewhat manageable, with an apartment above the garage. He could get into little trouble there - though he did pull up the vinyl flooring in a fit of rage (?) one day. That doesn't fly in this house. 

His walks have slowed down too. It's not longer go-go-go-go-go-go-go.  I mean, as much as hounds do that between sniffs.  Now, he tires more and stops to rest on his own. To the untrained eye, he's still very active - and he is. But we notice subtle differences. 

Still - he was THRILLED to see me at pick-up yesterday. He got hugs, kisses and an extra dentastick after dinner. He doesn't know it's his birthday, because he's treated like a king every day. 



Song by: Kim Wilde

Thursday, September 17, 2020

Gotcha

Today is Shep's 4th Gotcha Day. 




It seems like we have had him a lot longer, yet it also seems like we just got him. You can read about his getting here

He's a great addition to the family - and he gets us out and about daily. We'd never have explored as many parks, dog parks and counties if we were not with us. 

We loved loved loved Petey, and while both hounds, we missed a lot of his formative years. 

I think we are all very happy that the "older" couple (who you know were probably younger than we were) couldn't made it work with him. 

And while it took us forever to name him, just last weekend I finally came up with the perfect name for him: Angelo.  Angelo Bassett. 


Song by: Joan Jett & the Blackhearts

Friday, August 16, 2019

Four

Just a little post to wish Happy Birthday to my Bestie!


It's hard to believe our little guy isn't as little anymore. We haven't had him three years yet, and here he is turning 4.  There are days I swear we've only had him a month or two, and then times when it seems like he's always been with us.

While I loved Petey (and you know I did), Shep is a little more high maintenance. He gets us out - every single weekend - come rain, shine, snow, sleet.  We have never seen so many parks and dog parks. There have been days where we hit three.

Shep is good for us and I have to say, he's got quite the life.

So, I'll let doggie daycare know it's his b-day.  Maybe they'll do something special for him. I'm sure we will.



Song by: Lit

Thursday, August 17, 2017

One of Two

Two.

Shep turned two yesterday!

He's now a dog, no longer a puppy.  ....though going by his wilding two nights ago, you'd never know it.

I wanted to do it up for him. Go to Pet People and get a doggie cake for him, and put a candle in it.  Oh, and a new toy.

But folks, that takes planning. Leaving work at 18:15 doesn't really lend it self to running a few miles out of the way.

We will make sure he's treated right though.

Shep religiously gets dinner after his late afternoon / evening walk.  In my book.

In 710's version, he gets dinner exactly at 18:00. Or so I just found out.

So after our walk, Shep goes to his bowl, as one might imagine. But since it's a big day, he got some wet food. He wasn't chomping at the bit for it, but that's when I found he had already gotten dinner.

Some hound!

Petey wouldn't have scarfed it all down if it were his 33rd dinner of the night.  

That's him up there getting his 2nd dinner.


So this weekend, we will make sure he gets extra attention, which to him means extra extra extra extra extra attention.

...and maybe a new toy.    As if he needs another.



Song by: the Bangles