Day 109

Today we made smoothies for breakfast. We had leftovers for lunch, and leftovers for dinner. I think I blog about food because it’s the most interesting part of our day. Aside from that, there has been some drama.

Yesterday we heard what sounded like a dog whimpering all evening and night. The whimpering went on all morning until we could spot the animal that was in distress. It is a little dog that is at the bottom of the ravine behind our house. I decided to hike down there with some dog food and water in order to feed it. The dog appeared to not be able to move its two back legs.

It is not easy getting back there, I have to peel chain link fence away and slide through broken glass and cockroaches. Not my two favorite things in the world. When I got down there, the dog did not take her eyes off me. She didn’t wag her tail, she just stares me down. I tried to get close enough with the small plastic trays for it to drag itself to drink and eat, but still far enough away that it couldn’t lunge at me or bite me. After I poured it water and food, I took some photos of it and the surrounding area and hiked back. It wasn’t until I got back into our house that it started drinking the water I poured for it. I don’t think it ever tried the dry dog food I left for it.

After lunch, we thought it passed away after a few minutes of crying. It laid in the same position for at least two hours, and was silent. Then it started whimpering again while we were watching a movie with the kids. Bonnie called all sorts of police and fire and animal control. The police said they would be willing to come to our house for us to file a report, the fire dept told us to call animal control, and animal control said to call the fire dept. I can’t haul this dog out of there because I don’t know what kind of diseases it might have. So now we most likely will be hearing this dog slowly die for the next few days. I pray the animal goes quickly and isn’t in any pain. I imagine if the police did show, they would probably put it out of its misery.

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Before we went to bed, Bonnie and I got into a fight about the amount of chocolate chip cookie dough I make. She says that I make too much, and I think she’s out of her mind. *

I make cookie dough by the bucket. Of course our refrigerator is very small and I had to rearrange items to make it fit. As I was cleaning out the fridge, a bunch of salsa exploded all over my legs. My wife exclaimed “praise Jesus, God is real”. The cookie dough fit in the fridge no problem by the way.