Dogs..

Who likes dogs??? That would not be me. The latest exciting/or scary event happened Tuesday night. Mom sent Allen out to bring the trash cans to the the house, not big deal. She decided to stand on the porch and watch for the neighbor dogs (if you don't know what i'm talking about just ask) The last couple days she had been letting Lyd, Em, and Allen play outside as long as they stayed near the house, and watched for the dogs-of course. Pulling the trash cans down from the street makes a lot of noise. And since i'm writing about this you can only guess who came over to investigate. Mom saw the dogs trotting over and told Allen to run to the house-which he did. Once the dogs were over there I guess they decided hey there's someone to bark at (mom) Allen ran into the house and he screamed and Emily screamed-freaked us all out. Mom stuck her head into the house and screamed for dad. Who went dashing up the stairs got the gun, loaded it and shot outside. So this big dog was tearing up the ground and looking like he was going to charge-or something like that. Dad raised the gun and shot him. He wanted to shoot him in the head but it missed, grazed the left side of his head and went into his left shoulder. He rolled over a couple times and took off toward his house. And we haven't seen him since. We don't know if he's dead but we hope he is. That hasen't helped my fear of dogs any though.

LaRie