Thank you so much for all the kind comments! I was very reluctant to say what I really felt because I thought that it would come across wrong. Thanks for trusting me and not leaving anything mean. I don't know if I'm going to file a complaint for one big reason. If I do, I sorta feel like I will just get pulled over every other day. Same reason I don't complain about a few other things that bother me about some things in this city. And the man who would beat my dogs... I'd forgiven him years ago (I meant to add that). A few years after (he'd begun torturing my dogs) he told us he had Alzheimer's and so I think it was the beginning of his illness. He has since passed away. I have a feeling he would have been a nice neighbor and I would have enjoyed his company a lot if it hadn't been for his illness. But, I have never gotten over how the police handled it all. It was infuriating because there was never a record of me calling about it, them coming over to my house, or anything. They would just roll their eyes at me... can we all just take a moment to roll our eyes together back at them now :). It drove me absolutely crazy. I was so young and now I know that you demand a case number etc., but I was naive to think that they were keeping record and doing their job. Mekong (our 130 lb Newfounland/Mastiff aka biggest sweetie in the world) actually bit a hole (tooth sized) through his hand. I'm pretty sure this occurred during a beating, but he claimed he was resting his hand on the 6 foot tall wood fence between our yards (uh-huh) and Mekong somehow bit his hand which had to be dangling on our side of the fence because of where the injury occurred. The Po-lice were called and we got a ticket and there was no record of all my complaints etc. We were lucky we didn't get sued because of the biting. I learned a lot about all the different officers that came over to my house over those couple of years. 1). None of them really cared about my innocent dogs getting beaten daily. 2). If you want them to work, you have to sorta demand that they actually work. Just because it is your tax dollars paying them to work... that doesn't necessarily mean that they will work.
It was an absolutely infuriating experience. But I've learned a lot since then. I've moved on. Now I have something more near and dear to my heart to share. I got an email from Shauna a couple of days ago. She gave me permission to share it with you on my blog... I instantly forwarded it to Ryan so he could read it at work. WARNING: it might make you cry. It sure made me cry... for days really, but the good cry-but in a way it's all good these days.
a skeletal dysplasia that effects the growth of her bones. Her little chest is just too small to accommodate her lungs. They decided that her breathing problems would best be treated with long-term ventilation. She had her tracheotomy surgery then at six weeks, and has been trach/vent dependent ever since. What they did not forsee was that she would only tolerate an ICU-only ventilator. The first six months of her life were very scary. She was constantly needing resuscitation.
Even though Shauna and I have only exchanged a few emails I can tell we will make great friends. I can't imagine how sleep deprived she has got to be. She is an absolute beautiful person and an amazing writer. Babies are such little miracles and it's so easy to take the healthy ones for granted. Norah is an absolute doll face. She's a fighter. And maybe next year on Colum's Birthday race we can help raise money to help their family :) I think that will be swell, don't you?