WINTER has become so long, and so harsh this year. Too add insult to injury, Facebook keeps reminding me where I was in March ONE year ago, and in March, TWO years ago. Well, it wasn't here!! It was in Costa Rica. So, I am missing the heat, the humidity, the Ticos, the jungle, and the beach. Seeing those pictures I posted, once again, is both sweet and BITTERSWEET. THANK YOU FACEBOOK! I know... I know... I am spoiled rotten.
On to Vimy, again. I must admit that I have NEVER been subject to physical violence in my life. I am SO fortunate. I have hardly even been YELLED at for heaven's sake! However, that Husky's unprovoked and vicious attack on my Vimy has really affected me mentally and emotionally. I have a better understanding of how victims of violence are so completely devastated by the violence that has touched their lives. While I am in NO way saying that what happened to Vimy and me is in ANY way comparable to what happens to others, that attack has coloured my world differently. It has changed me. I DON'T feel as safe and secure in my beloved neighbourhood.
I am much more vigilant while walking out and about because I don't feel safe. When I walk with Vimy, I feel dread every time I pass in front of the house where that dog lives, because it is just around the corner from me. I have filed a complaint with Animal Control/SPCA, which is STILL being investigated. I provided pictures, filed a detailed report, obtained a witness statement, AND a vet's report. What is taking so long? I have seen that woman walking her dog, while I was safely driving by in my own car, and I shuddered. What happens if her dog attacks again... but maybe a child next time?
Meanwhile, Vimy's deep puncture wounds have healed, but he has not forgotten. We met a Husky on the trail last week, (not THE Husky) and Vimy just stared at him. He usually wags his tail, and strains on the leash to go say hello. Not this time! When we again met the same Husky as he doubled back with his owner less than twenty minutes later, Vimy STOPPED dead in his tracks, and refused to move. He actually kind of tried to hide behind me, pauvre pitou! When we met the same gentle Husky two days later, Vimy even growled at him. He only does that when he feels threatened.
Irresponsible people should be brought to account, in some way, for their actions. To NOT have controlled her dog, and continued to talk on her cell phone the ENTIRE time, all the while HER dog basically tried to kill mine... still beggars belief in my books. That there may be no consequences of any kind for her total disregard for another being's safety leaves me feeling frightened, worried, and angry. 😞😟😠😧 Ce ne sont pas des sentiments que j'éprouve souvent.
My latest purchase? VOILÀ! On ne se fera pas surprendre une deuxième fois, moi et Vimy.
Thank you, my readers, for listening to my "cri de coeur", to my outpouring from the heart.
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