The Lunatic Fringe

I’m no drama queen and have lived quite a solid and some may say, boring life. But some things get my blood boiling. Yesterday morning a neighbor told me she was out with her 30 lb pup and a guy dropped her dog with pepper spray. This dog is a year old and cares for nothing outdoors but her Frisbee. Yes, she was off-leash but had a Frisbee in her mouth and did not get near her attacker.

Then, my friend was talking to the attacker with the year-old pup sitting at her side on leash. The man said he should have used the pepper spray on my friend, then hit the dog with it again. We believe this is a man who lives in the neighborhood who has a history of threatening women and their dogs. He taunts the owner until she puts her hands on him, then they go to court and the woman gets fined.

It’s not funny that this is happening and is strange that what lights this guy’s fire is torturing small animals and the women who walk them until he can provoke a response, then the woman gets punished for responding.

My training comes in leadership and training from some of the best people and friends I’ve ever met. They are gays and lesbians who learned community organization the hard way, by losing their partners and friends, and then using it for other things that required politics to reach their goals, like legalizing what goes on in nearly every park in the country, off-leash dog activity closely monitored by owners and with rules and responsibilities. It’s like a soldier being trained by the Mossad.

So, we’re formulating our plans here with unique circumstances and locale, we believe we already know name and address, have people on the lookout, and will accompany the owner of the attacked dog to the police station and make sure she’s safe. I don’t know the laws here and what legal action we should take but I’ve had bullies stalk me, let air out of my tires, call the police when my car was on the street for 1/2 hour and find a notice saying that it’s a vehicle abandoned for over 72 hours and will be towed. I’ve had people send moles to pretend they’re reporters or dog owners asking questions when their stories were so flimsy I’d just say “I don’t know” or make stuff up.

When my dog died over 40 neighbors and friends paid to put a tree in her favorite park. I was a VP on the Foundation’s board that handled these bequests. The people who hated dogs fought the donation, even though Park supervisors dictated the size, type and placement of tree, which was fine with me. But the haters fought tooth and nail and lost. They need to lose. Anyone who spends their lives hating others and taking it out on people and animals smaller than themselves needs serious help. First, they have to be taken off the streets so they don’t hurt others. Dee