Feeling punchy as dirt.
I had been up since 3:40am yesterday morning to handle the carnage, then had a trip to the vet for a fur baby monthly treatment, then started reinforcing the compound that I finished around 1:45am this morning.
I felt like stomping a mudhole into those dogs who then had nerve enough to return to the scene of the crime yesterday afternoon, while I was working, for more kitty kill sport, which is typical hunter behavior. All I can say is that they had better be glad that there was a fence separating us. In this neighborhood, I'm known for chasing down pit bulls and the like, bare foot and empty handed.
I feel a sense of injustice regarding incidents like this and something in me takes over and I feel no fear about going full on old lady crazy on the offender.
I feel that the 3 hours of sleep that I did get, helped calm my emotions somewhat.
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