Making all you gun-lovers happy, the Supreme Court today ruled that Chicago’s handgun ban violates the Second Amendment. Here are some details.
In case you’ve been oblivious to happenings on the West Coast, the trial of Former BART police Officer Johannes Mehserle is well underway in Los Angeles. You’ll remember him as the cop who shot a man in the back while he was face down on the ground on New Year’s Day 2009. In a surprise move that broke his year and a half long silence, Mehserle testified on Friday, saying that he thought he was tasing Oscar Grant, not putting a bullet in his back. This cell phone video seems to support his claim. In case Mehserle is acquitted of murder charges, Oakland area cops are preparing for rioting á la Rodney King.
Moving east to Oklahoma, a woman has filed a lawsuit because a cop shot and killed her dog when he stopped to ask for directions (which begs the question, why don’t the cops know where they’re going?) Not surprisingly, his story about the shooting changed when he found out it was captured on a security video. You can watch a news report about this here.
Reporting live from upstate New York, this is akaGaGa.
A pit bull mix in Tennessee has been sentenced to obedience training after his dogged attack on a local police car.
Winston didn’t bite anybody, but he mauled a Chattanooga police car in what might have been a confused attempt to take a bite out of crime. The persistent pooch managed to tear off a section of the front bumper and damage the tires.
The Chattanooga Times Free Press reports that a judge ruled that Winston had been a very bad dog. He was sentenced to obedience and canine good citizen classes, and he’ll have to wear a tag that says he is “potentially dangerous.”
Charges against his owner will be dismissed if the classes are completed successfully.
Owner Nancy Emerling said Winston got out of a fenced-in area at a welding shop March 14.
We had a lovely camping reunion with my hubby’s family. The nights were especially lovely, ’cause hubby put a tarp over the top of our pop-up to help keep the heat in. I didn’t even care that it got below freezing.
This next one is for Renee and family. Did you notice the party lights along the edge of our awning? Here’s a close-up. (And tell your Dad that I was a Redsox fan long before I met my Massachusetts-born husband. I remember the ’86 World Series, and it was Bob Stanley’s fault, not Billy Buckner’s!)
And here’s Sugar the dog after a two-and-a-half hour hike. She’s twelve now, and we’re still trying to convince her she can’t do it like she used to.
And, yes, we took the itty-bitty-kitties who now have official names: the orange boy is Pumpkin Spice, the black boy is Peanut, and the tricolor girl is Princessa. (We considered Peter, Paul, and Mary, but we couldn’t agree on which one should be Peter – and then we got over-ruled by my granddaughter.)
And the poor babies didn’t get their lunch until we could pry them away from the three twenty-something nephews. Those big, tough guys were putty in the kitties’ paws.
Looking at this picture of our very comfortable, arthritic 10-year-old dog named Sugar, whose favorite place is the middle of our bed, you would never guess the ruckus she can still cause. [You would also never guess that underneath that old sheet she's laying on is a beautiful handmade quilt given to us by my sister-in-law. When we no longer have a dog, I'll actually get to see it once in a while.] But back to the ruckus, and here’s your first clue:
Yes, we have Amish in our area, and they go by our house in their buggies on a fairly regular basis. The thing is, horses do not sound like cars, or even trucks, and Sugar is well aware of this fact. And given that her ears are still keener than mine, sometimes it takes me a minute to catch on to the fact that …. A HORSE IS COMING!!! A HORSE IS COMING!!! all said in ear-piercing doggy language. When this appears …
… the previously dead-to-the-world arthritic dog who can hardly get herself down the stairs, leaps to her feet and morphs into a suddenly young puppy with a very big mouth, running from window to window, telling us in detail about this equine invasion of her territory. [Her territory includes anything within hearing range.]
Laila, the dog, has been vacationing at our house quite a bit lately, while her owner, Stacey, has been traveling hither and yon. This presents no problem, as Laila and Sugar are about the same size, and neither one is especially territorial. See? A couple years ago, I grabbed a new toy for Sugar, which quickly became her favorite: the squeaky ball. The problem arose when Laila arrived and decided that the squeaky ball was her favorite, too. So when my hubbie and I went grocery shopping, I spied another squeaky ball, just like the other squeaky ball, and we got it for Laila to take home as a vacation souvenir. Laila really liked it. Stacey said she carried it everywhere, so when Laila came back for another vacation, she brought her squeaky ball with her.
Then the next problem arose. Sugar also liked the new squeaky ball – much better than the old squeaky ball. Here’s how it would go: Sugar would drop the new squeaky ball by me or my husband. Before we could throw it, Laila would swoop in and steal it. Sugar would bark. Then Laila would bring it back, and give it to one of us to throw. Sugar would sneak in and steal it. Laila would bark. All of this was repeated numerous times, in between all the times we went digging it out from under the couch, or various other places it rolled. We made many attempts to get one or the other dog to play with the old squeaky ball. These were mostly unsuccessful.
So … I hope you appreciate this video as much as I do. It took several practice runs. (Aren’t they too cute?)