about a week ago, Rosie's BFF, Brezil, aka Augustine's family's dog had it's throat slit in the middle of the night! poor little baby is still alive. but has a really ugly cut. i hope it doesn't get infected! poor thing.
i was starting to get comfortable letting Rosie out for a little while at a time, but i have gone back to being scared :( for the dogs in the neighborhood. mostly because there are several dozens of trucks that drive along my little (big-ish) dirt road to mine(?), quarry (?) little round, smooth rocks used for construction. and i am sure that dog dissappearances and throat slittings are because of these unfamiliar men. grrr.
it makes me appreciate that the fact that my neighbor essentially tortured Rosie by pouring some strong liquor/moonshine down her throat so that she growls and snaps at people who are of questionable character or try to nab her away.
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