Today, someone in my neighborhood SUCKS ASS

I am miserable. I am cranky. I am horrified, I am shocked, I am now parnoid. Long story short, I no longer have a dog child named Pace. Ther is no longer a 'Pace and Picante', just a Picante, all because some disgusting asshole decided TO SHOOT MY DOG. In my own backyard, while we were home no less. It's not as if he was a yapping mess, forever barking all day long, some people are just sorry saps. Our big dog also sports a wound in her back leg. I have passed the stage of being a crying fool, and am now in angry stage. We have even filed a report with the police, who have also opened up a case with 'animal cruelty'. I hope the punk who did it reincarnates as an animal that is hunted for food by a fanged carnivore. Who am I kidding, I'm still a blubbering mess. Loving Hubby suggested I blog my feelings yesterday when it happened. But I just could not approach it. I think that suggestion alone was the sweetest thing he could have said. It showed that he pays attention to things that are meaningful to me. OK, I'm off to wallow some more. If this kind of thing floors me, I REALLY cannot imagine how a parent must feel to lose a child, and I hope I never find out. Their strength amazes me, and their loss hurts me, which I am sure cannot even touch what they are/have gone through, though.