When I was growing up, my family had about four Chinese Pug dogs, one English Bulldog, a white German Shepherd, a Terrier Hound, and several Pit Bull dogs.
All of the dogs were allowed in and out of the house as they pleased, the house screen door was always broken and hanging open. I wrote in previous blog post articles that the door hanging open allowed opossums, squirrels, bats, snakes, and mice inside of the house.
The dogs were allowed on the sofa, chairs, benches, in everyone’s bedroom, and on everyone’s bed. My mother was not into cleaning, the house stank, animal hair was everywhere, and it was dirty. The Black maids that my parents hired didn’t work for us very long. Looking back on this, why would anyone not become exasperated trying to clean some place like this?
When I became a teenager, I became sick and tired of how dirty the house was. All on my own, I would sometimes scrub all the filthy stained white baseboards, white window trim, dark red wallpaper, door frames, door trim, door handles, paint the light colored porch railing and pickets, and paint the dark blue porch boards. Everything was so filthy and disgusting, I couldn’t take it anymore. And, it was embarrassing.
I never, ever wanted to live someplace like that again. I hated the urine and shit stench smell from the yard that surrounded the house. I hate it when I go to visit other people at their house, and there is that urine and shit stench smell from a dog in their yard.
I don’t like dogs, I don’t want a dog, so why would I get a dog now?
During the last several months, on again and off again, I have had people complaining about my blog post articles, some of them becoming quite incensed, to where they attempted to publish my name, photograph, and address.
I do not care, and these people do not care if my name, photograph, and address is published, what they actually want is to cause other people to come to my home and try to harm me and my property. They don’t want to do it, they are not going to do it, they want to try to persuade other people to do it for them.
I do have security cameras installed which record my property continuously, and I do have motion detectors on my property which are programmed to zones on an alarm box. But I am not always going to be home.
I am probably going to run a 1/4″ diameter steel cable along the ground from the back of my property to the front of my property to act as a runner for a dog chain. The dog chain I will make about 20′ length, I believe.
For legal liability reasons, I will have to post “No Trespassing” and “Beware Of The Dog” signs at every entry point to my yard. Then I can try to find a large, mean, aggressive dog.
The City Animal Shelter is probably not going to have any mean aggressive dogs available for adoption. I believe and have been told that when they receive a dog like this, they classify them as un-adoptable, and euthanize them almost immediately.
I am not looking for any pure-bred dog necessarily, probably not a Doberman or German Shepherd. Something like a mix-breed Rottweiler or a mix-breed Mastiff.
I can not be friendly with this dog, and I can not allow other people to be friendly with this dog. This dog must distrust people, and respond to people with unwavering aggression.
The type of people that the complainers to my blog post articles hope to incite to do violence or property damage, are feeble-minded idiot criminals who will not even think to read my blog post articles for themselves, but will take someone else’s accusations as fact, and giving them the right somehow in their idiot minds to go commit crimes.
So I have to go acquire some poor dog, who will never receive any love or affection from me or anyone else, who will be chained outside all day, every day when it is -50 degrees outside this winter in North Dakota. It’s not coming inside, I don’t like dogs.
Sure, the naer-do-wells will probably put some broken glass or poison in ground beef and toss it to my guard dog. That will be funny, won’t it? I won’t care, I don’t like dogs, I’ll just go get another dog. And if someone ever gets past my guard dog, the dog’s punishment will be a bullet through the top of its head. The dog had one job to do, that was the only use I had for the dog, if it can’t do its job, it’s done.
See, you fucking scheming women thought that you were going to make me miserable. I am not going to be bothered. But whatever poor dog that gets chained up in my yard from now on is going to have a miserable, painful, short life because of what you have caused.