This morning, I was jolted to a sober state by my 2 dogs raising hell that somebody was in the driveway. NOT once but twice. I investigated at 5am. This sucked, because I'm sure it was the meth heads down the street scoping the joint out.
Then as Heather and I lay there, we could hear people screaming at each other.
We went out on the porch to listen to the meth heads fight.
So I called the law. Don't know if they did anything to them, but the were out in the street for 20 minutes talking to the deputy.

I am not real happy about being wide eyed and bushy tailed this morning I would  rather have gone back to sleep. I couldn't, it pissed me off I wanted somebody to go to jail dammit.

I love my dogs because they alerted me about the situation. All the protection, even after I got them their rabies shot yesterday. They are good kids.
I brought them inside and fed them, because that the least I could do.

I found this online, and I found it appropriate, and touching.

-From a speech given by

Former Senator George Graham Vest

of Missouri. Delivered in 1870 when he

was acting as a lawyer in a suit against

a man who had killed the dog of his

client. -- He won the case.



ONE MAN'S SPECIAL TRIBUTE TO A DOG

The one absolutely unselfish friend that

a man can have in this selfish world,

the one that never deserts him,

the one that never proves ungrateful

or treacherous, is his dog.

A man's dog stands by him in prosperity

and in poverty,

in health and in sickness.

He will sleep on the cold ground where

the wintery winds blow,

and the snow drives fiercely,

if only he may be near his master's

side. He will kiss the hand that has no

food to offer, he will lick the sores

and wounds that come in encounter with

the roughness of the world. He guards

the sleep of his Pauper master as if he

were a prince.

When all other friends desert,

he remains.

When riches take wings and reputation

falls to pieces, he is as constant in

his love as the sun in it's journey

through the heavens.

If misfortune drives the master forth

an outcast in the world, friendless

and homeless, the faithful dog asks

no higher privilege than that of

accompanying him to guard against

danger, to fight against his enemies.

And when the last scene of all comes,

and death takes the master in it's

embrace, and his body is laid away in

the cold ground, no matter if all other

friends pursue their way, there by the

graveside will the noble dog be found,

his head between his paws, his eyes sad,

but open in alert watchfulness,

faithful and true, even in death.