The night before last I called 911 to report two sets of gunshots, three each time. The dispatcher said they'd got a lot of calls, and they thought the shots came from California and Laurel (a few blocks uphill, and incidentally very close to where Emma and Jason are moving next week). Last night it was only one shot, and I actually thought well, it's only one shot this time, at least.
I haven't felt personally unsafe. The targets of gang violence are mostly young men (the women who have been hurt or killed in the last year have been victims of domestic abuse). Does this sound like I'm trivializing either of these problems? I'm not. The reason I call 911 for every weird noise is that it enrages me that there are people out there hunting down the young men, and I hope to maybe be able to prevent one of those attacks -- either the gang ones or the domestic ones, they're both horrible. But I have felt free to walk my dog at night, to go to the store at night, that kind of thing.
Now I wonder if I haven't been too oblivious to the danger of stray shots. Because there's shooting so often now.
On another front: five more days of extra dogs. It hasn't been all that successful. I don't mean the neighbor complaining, or the chewed things, though it's a really big loss not to have some decent shoes. I mean that I had hoped to work out a way to help the dogs learn better behavior, but I can't do it alone. They really need daily trips to the dog park, and every time I try to take them to the car I get hurt. Not because the dogs do anything to me, but because I can't get them down the stairs without getting knocked over. They need a separate handler for each dog. And I am only one person.
I haven't felt personally unsafe. The targets of gang violence are mostly young men (the women who have been hurt or killed in the last year have been victims of domestic abuse). Does this sound like I'm trivializing either of these problems? I'm not. The reason I call 911 for every weird noise is that it enrages me that there are people out there hunting down the young men, and I hope to maybe be able to prevent one of those attacks -- either the gang ones or the domestic ones, they're both horrible. But I have felt free to walk my dog at night, to go to the store at night, that kind of thing.
Now I wonder if I haven't been too oblivious to the danger of stray shots. Because there's shooting so often now.
On another front: five more days of extra dogs. It hasn't been all that successful. I don't mean the neighbor complaining, or the chewed things, though it's a really big loss not to have some decent shoes. I mean that I had hoped to work out a way to help the dogs learn better behavior, but I can't do it alone. They really need daily trips to the dog park, and every time I try to take them to the car I get hurt. Not because the dogs do anything to me, but because I can't get them down the stairs without getting knocked over. They need a separate handler for each dog. And I am only one person.
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We have one pooch now - a young, sprightly, intelligent German Shepherd with an alpha dog streak a mile wide. He needs a lot of work. BB is pack leader but Diezel Dog is still not quite sure where I am (or my mother) in the pecking order. I have to keep reminding him.
We've had two dogs at one time in the past - and even two dogs make a pack - listening to each other instead of you. Lots of people say two dogs aren't twice as muich work as one - but I think they are more than twice as much. One dog is plenty for me.