I’ve intermittently seen a strange dog on the property. I think it was abandoned. It’s a Shih-Tzu or a poodle, a lap type dog.
It’s been skulking because my dogs will chase it off if they see it.
I found it in the poll barn. It was very dirty, and growled at me as I approached it. Ten minutes of coaxing couldn’t get a reaction from it that let me approach with comfort. It had no collar. It smelled badly of rotting flesh.
I went up to the house, got my .22 Hornet, and shot it twice, once in the head (which did the job,) and again in the chest to be sure.
One of its legs was badly messed up, and that was the source of the smell. I loaded it up in the truck, dug a hole, put it in and poured some gasoline on top of it. I was told that the smell of the gasoline will prevent other animals from digging it up and spreading diseases.
I felt bad about this.
I also had to fire somebody this week. They were expecting it, and went fine, but I didn’t like doing it.
I also had to deal harshly with some relatives who were seeking to get control of my granparent’s money (they’re non compus mentas.) My reaction wasn’t diplomatic and I’ve created some bad feelings.
The kid who I suspect has been tresspassing and stranded my boat in the pond heard our property was for sale, and came galloping down our driveway Saturday Afternoon, and started looking around.
When I asked him what he was doing he said he was interested in the property. I’ve had it up to here with this Amish kid, and I made the conscious and reasoned decision to flip my lid, and go off on him, which I did.