Put Up or Shut Up

That’s what the kids in school used to say. Hey, maybe I’ll write a book about how everything you need to know was learned in Kindergarten! (kidding) Instead, I’ll just keep on blogging. You can publish my rantings when I’m long gone and prove that I could never have made any money doing this! I wonder if Michael Jackson blogged or kept a journal. I bet THAT would be some creepy reading! But I digress.

A few months ago, there was a BRUTAL dog attack in Kitty Hawk, just a few miles from where I live. Two Pit Bulls were running loose, jumped a fence, and chased a Labrador into it’s own house through the pet door, and tore it to pieces. That poor baby died a vicious and terrifying death it’s OWN HOME. After the animals were confiscated, they were returned to the owner because there were no laws governing such behavior. Oh yeah, there was a $25 fine per dog for not upholding the leash law. Bad, bad, bad. (The dogs responsible for the attack were eventually euthanized after the owner gave permission to the SPCA.)

Weeks later, the town created a Dangerous Animal Appeal Board. I submitted an application to serve, knowing that I can’t complain if I’m not willing to be a part of the solution. And dang it, I was selected. Well, not JUST selected, UNNANIMOUSLY selected by the Board of Commissioners. This is what I get for running for Ms. Outer Banks and trying to participate in everything under the sun.

I will serve for… wait for it… TWO YEARS. You think this blog gets heated at times? Just wait until I have to hear my first case. I’m already worried about the horrors I may hear.

I do this in memory of Jazz and her owners.