I really didn’t anticipate much drama this Saturday, but life is full of the unexpected.
My sister is in the hospital 45 miles away, and I was going to go see her, but had some minor problems with belts on the truck and climbed underneath it this morning to find what was going on. After much cussing and fiddling with idler pulleys, I’ve decided I just have a noisy bearing in the alternator and will have to live with it for a while. Then I noticed the front left tire was basically flat.
Visit to hospital postponed.
$25 later the nail has been removed and I have a working vehicle again.
Go inside to fix lunch and find that the second refrigerator is kaput. We mostly use it as a freezer for meat, so I quickly stuff the main refrigerator’s freezer section with everything. I think it is still running full blast trying to catch up.
Hospital visit now set for tomorrow.
Blissfully unaware of upcoming events for the next four hours.
At 5:00 I go outside with four plates of cat food and a bag of dry food, only to be charged within seconds by two large dogs. One is a boxer, the other a VERY large Great Dane. I yelled at them to go away, and the Great Dane took this as an invitation to a fight. He grabbed my right arm in his mouth and bit me hard. The only way I could get loose was to punch the SOB in the head with my left hand, which gave me an opportunity to get back in the house, dripping blood along the way.
I was worried about our outside cats however, so I went and found the wooden head-knocker I made years ago and got back in the fight. The dogs didn’t like the looks of the head-knocker and being punched wasn’t on the big one’s agenda either, so they growled and snarled for a while as I drove them off my property. Turns out, I was the fourth person they had attacked or charged since they got out of their yard. I was the only one who got bit, but they are aggressive, nasty critters. The neighbors tell me this is only one in a long string of events with these dogs.
Animal control is going to pick up the Great Dane in the morning. The boxer looks like he’s going to get away scott free.
No apology from the owner, nor even an inquiry on my condition.