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Couldn’t find him…

It was about two weeks ag0.  I had a delivery to make in the south-east part of town.  It was bitter cold.  Winds blew my cap off and I slipped on the ice trying to retrieve it.  Down I went…on my bad elbow.  The pain shot straight to my mouth which in turn shouted some pretty bad stuff.  Slowly, begrudgingly, I stood, both in pain and embarrassed.  My cap had blown into the frigged  creek, I had torn my coat sleeve, and two motorists sat in their cars amused.  I don’t know where ‘mad’ comes from, but it found me, and I was pissed.  I don’t know what I was mad at, the ice, the wind, my clumsiness, whatever, mad had me and I need to vent.

I made my delivery and upon returning to my car found a scrawny cat sitting by the door, meowing like I was his savior.  Still mad, I pushed passed him, and drove away.

Now friends, you don’t know me.  Animals have been a significant part of my life for all my life.  On any other day, I would have scooped that cat into my arms and taken him to my home, it would have been his kitty heaven.  But for some stupid reason, because I was still ‘mad’ for falling and making a general fool of myself, I drove home empty handed.

I couldn’t sleep that night.  And I could barely wait for daybreak.  As soon as the sun brightened, I headed for south-east hills.  I spent most of the morning calling for him, but he wasn’t to be found.

I still worry about him, wondering if he found a home, or if he is still wandering about.

There’s always a price to pay for ‘mad.’  I should have known better.

Pick it…

Can’t afford a new sound system for my guitar, so I bought a new pick.img_3473

WARNING FROM POLICE!!!

PLEASE READ – THIS IS NOT A JOKE!!!!

Subject:  A WARNING FROM POLICE.

This is the thing these days, with people out of work and needing cash.

Beware, it’s headed your way.

Just last weekend on Friday night we parked in a public parking area. As we drove away I noticed a sticker on the rear window of the car. When I took it off after I got home, it was a receipt for gas.. Luckily my friend told me not to stop as it could be someone waiting for me to get out of the car.. Then we received this email yesterday:

WARNING FROM POLICE

THIS APPLIES TO BOTH WOMEN AND MEN

BEWARE OF A PIECE OF PAPER ON THE BACK WINDOW OF YOUR VEHICLE–NEW WAY TO DO CARJACKING (NOT A JOKE)

Heads up everyone! Please, keep this circulating.. You walk across the parking lot, unlock your car and get inside. You start the engine and shift into reverse..

When you look into the rearview mirror to back out of your parking space, you notice a piece of paper stuck to the middle of the rear window. So, you shift into Park, unlock your doors, and jump out of your car to remove that paper (or whatever it is) that is obstructing your view. When you reach the back of your car, that is when the carjackers appear out of nowhere, jump into your car and take off. They practically mow you down as they speed off in your car.

And guess what, ladies? I bet your purse is still in the car.

So now the carjacker has your car, your home address, your money, and your keys. Your home and your whole identity are now compromised!

BEWARE OF THIS NEW SCHEME THAT IS NOW BEING USED.

If you see a piece of paper stuck to your back window, just drive away. Remove the paper later. And be thankful that you read this e-mail. I hope you will forward this to friends and family, especially to women. A purse contains all kinds of personal information and identification documents, and you certainly do NOT want it to fall into the wrong hands.

Please keep this going and tell all your friends

 

The lost dogs…#’s 7 & 8

Friends: The following weeks I will be posting some of the chapters of my new short story entitled, The Lost Dogs of Mercy Trap. This is the first of 6-8 stories to be published in 2016. I hope you enjoy. John
(Chapter’s seven and eight)
Seven

Katy and Joseph took personal leave days from work. At ten AM they loaded Jimmy in the van and drove 35 miles north to Goldstone, WV, a city of 20,000 people. They shopped at five stores gathering dog food, treats, collars, shampoo, ropes, hardware snaps, and other supplies.

Returning to Mercy Trap around two PM they drove to the steel mill. In order to bath and groom the dogs, they would have to find a building with running water.

For the first time since the episode of abused dogs had started, Joseph felt he was getting a break. There was one bathroom with a tub and shower where the water had not been turned off. “Must be for he security guards,” Joseph mused.

“Then where are they?” asked Katy.

“Christmas break, I suspect.” He said.

“And if they show up tomorrow night?”

“Then I’ll give them a Christmas bonus to turn their heads?”

They unloaded supplies and returned to Joseph’s house, fixed PB&J sandwiches and settled around the kitchen table with pencils and note pads. It was time to be specific about the abduction, storage, care, and return of five dogs.

They worked through the afternoon and evening putting their plan on paper. At ten PM, 48 hours before the plan would unfold, Katy hugged both Jimmy and Joseph and drove home.

Eight

On Thursday and Friday Joseph took Jimmy to the hospital for volunteer time in the peds department, and then sorted mail. Katy wrote stories about awards presentations, personnel promotions, and obits.

They met for dinner at Bob Evans on Friday after work.

“Why do I feel like I’m on death row and this is my final meal?” said Katy.

Joseph and Jimmy laughed out loud.

“You worry too much,” Jimmy said. “After all what’s the worst that can happen?”

“Death before a firing squad,” she said. “Or maybe lethal injection.”

“No way,” Jimmy said. “We won’t get caught. And if we did, there’s not a jury in Mercy Trap that’d give us more than three years in the pen.”

“Okay, okay, children,” Joseph admonished. “Let’s enjoy our meal as if it is our last. We’re going to need all the energy we can muster before the night is over.”

After dinner, Katy drove home. She changed into drab pants, old shoes, and a sweatshirt with the hood pulled over her head. She took a bus to within three blocks of Joseph’s house, and walked, wondering all the while why she had agreed to such a crazy scheme.

The first three dogs were loaded without incident…mostly due to their familiarity with Joseph and his treats.

The fourth, a young Rottweiler, never having been removed from a 20-foot tether, was unruly and anxious. But a piece of Bob Evans steak calmed him considerably while they forced him into the van.

Katy and Jimmy took the four dogs to the Steel Mill while Joseph worked at getting the acceptance of a 175-pound Mastiff.

His name was Scrooge. He was a cross between a rounder and a junkyard dog. Fortunately, the mailbox for all five owners was on a post outside each property fence. Joseph always threw the treats. But, he had never entered any of the yards. Still, he was comfortable with the first four dogs. Though they would bark, it was more for the treats than out of aggression. This morning, even in the dark of night, each of the four had merely wagged their tails when he entered their yards and hooked them to a leash.

Scrooge, however, was different. He did not wear his disposition on his sleeve. He was pensive and slow to move. He never attacked the treats. Rather, he was thoughtful. He’d wait until Joseph turned his head before eyeing the treat. Then, he’d sluggishly pick it up and throw it down in one gulp.

“Hey, boy,” Joseph said as he approached the big dog and offered him a biscuit.
Surprisingly, Scrooge wagged his tail, accepted the biscuit, and allowed Joseph to remove the old chain and snap a new lead to his collar. Then, as if the two had gone on numerous walks together, they slowly and silently left the yard.

Katy and Jimmy returned and Joseph loaded Scrooge in the van. Two hours later they finished bathing the five dogs.

The lost dogs…#6

Friends: The following weeks I will be posting some of the chapters of my new short story entitled, The Lost Dogs of Mercy Trap. This is the first of 6-8 stories to be published in 2016. I hope you enjoy. John
(Chapter six)

Wednesday morning the city was abuzz with the events of the City Council meeting and the newspaper article written by Katy Shepherd.

Postman warns:
“All dogs gone!”
By Katy Shepherd
The Community Herald
Kkshepherd@commheld.com

Mercy Trap. WV—Joseph Christian, US Postal Service employee and local mailman, warned at last night’s City Council meeting, “Prepare yourselves, some morning soon you might wake to find your dogs have disappeared.”
Thinking he was planning to steal their dogs, five residents of Manger Avenue, each having been accused by Christian of abusing their dogs, erupted with threats against the postman.
At least 100 citizens of Mercy Trap attended the meeting in support of Christian and security guards had to disperse both groups before the meeting continued.
Last month, Christian, having witnessed multiple accounts of animal abuse along his mail route, petitioned council to investigate. Council requested that the director of the Animal Control Shelter look into the matter to determine the degree of mistreatment or cruelty.
Apparently, Animal Control did not perform any inspections. No officer of Animal Control attended last night’s meeting. Animal Control Director, Judd Slay, has not returned calls to his office and home.
Christian, a 12-year government employee has vowed to correct the living conditions of abused dogs along his mail route…while the dog owners have threatened to “get even” if Christian comes onto their properties or touches their dogs in any way.
The outspoken representative for the dog owners, Jared Asher, told this reporter following the meeting, “What right does that guy have in accusing us of animal abuse? Hell, if he’d ah had his dog chained in his yard two years ago instead of in the back seat of a car, the dog might be alive today.”
Before leaving the Court House, Christian reworded his statement about ‘disappearing dogs’ when he said to members of City Council. “How would each of you feel if upon waking tomorrow morning there were no dogs in Mercy Trap?”
I don’t know about any of you, dear readers, but personally, I’d be devastated.

Following Katy’s article were pictures taken by Joseph depicting the deplorable condition of each of the five dogs.

That morning, in an attempt to subdue tensions, Joseph’s supervisor placed a different delivery postman on Manger Avenue while Joseph sorted mail.

That evening, Joseph invited Katy for dinner with he and Jimmy.

She brought white bean soup and cornbread. He and Jimmy baked chocolate chip cookies.

Joseph told about the postal employees who supported him. Katy told about the calls, emails, and Face Book posts…mostly demanding that the dogs be taken from their owners. Jimmy told about his many classmates who had called.

“So, if no one is going to do anything for those poor creatures, what are we going to do?” Joseph asked.

Katy and Jimmy looked at him.

“What are you talking about, Dad?”

He smiled at this son.

Having a strong inclination of what he was referring to, Katy said, “You can’t be serious, Joseph?”

“Why not?” he asked.

“Well for one thing,” she said, “you could go to jail.”

“Jail! What are you talking about?” Jimmy yelled.

“I think your dad wants to steal the dogs!”

Joseph shrugged, “Not steal…borrow. Just long enough to teach those guys a lesson.”

“Dad! You gotta be kidding!”

“Your dad is not kidding, Jimmy…but, he is crazy.”

“Not crazy,” Joseph said, “just determined to make a point.”

Joseph stood, walked to the kitchen, poured a glass of water and returned. Katy and Jimmy watched and waited.

“Okay,” he said, “how about some what ifs?”

Katy slowly shook her head. Jimmy looked at his dad like he was the coolest dad on the planet.

“What if after midnight tomorrow I sneak into the yards and take the dogs?”

“Take them where, Joseph?”

“What if I put them in the old warehouse over by the river? There are a thousand storage rooms at the old steel mill. I can have food and water for them, they’ll gorge themselves and then sleep like pups…nobody’ll hear a thing.”

“And what if Jared Asher and his cronies come looking for you?”

“If Jimmy can spend the day with you, I’ll leave for work before those guys know the dogs are missing. They’ll come looking for me at the Post Office and by that time I’ll have an alibi arranged.”

  “And when the police come looking for you?”

“At lunch time I’ll go see Chief Wise. I know he’s a dog lover. He’s got three Beagles. I’ll tell him what I did and that I did it just so folks would think about life without dogs. Then, I’ll sneak the dogs back the next night with new collars, new feed bowls, with each bowl filled to the brim with food and water.”

“And you think the dog owners will be understanding and forgiving?”

“Wouldn’t anyone? I mean…” he stammered trying to find the right words. “Look, Katy. These guys must love their dogs…they’ve just never learned how to care for them. They’ll be so happy to have their dogs returned they’ll never treat them bad again. Imagine how happy Jimmy and I would be to see King again?”

And then Joseph realized that in his excitement he had said the wrong thing.

“Jimmy, I…”

“It’s okay, Dad. I understand what you mean.”

Joseph sat back at the table and looked at his two best friends.

After what seemed like ten minutes, Katy spoke. “Okay, okay,” she said. “Where do we start?”

      Joseph smiled and Jimmy screamed with joy.

The lost dogs…#5

Friends: The following weeks I will be posting some of the chapters of my new short story entitled, The Lost Dogs of Mercy Trap. This is the first of 6-8 stories to be published in 2016. I hope you enjoy. John
(Chapter five)

Tuesday morning of Christmas week Joseph and Jimmy talked about their adventure of the day before.

“How about we drive by mom’s memorial each day after school. It’s only a couple blocks out of the way. In fact, on my therapy days we go right by it.”

“It’s close enough,” Jimmy, “that we can drive in that direction any time we want.”
Jimmy ate quietly, gathering his thoughts. “Isn’t the city council meeting tonight?”
Joseph was surprised. “Now how in tarnation did you remember that?”

“I think King reminded me.”

“Well, I’ve raised enough stink that if I don’t show up I’ll be tar and feathered by my fellow employees.”

“Good for you dad, King would be proud of you,” the boy said with a smile.
It was the first time in two years that Joseph had heard the dog’s name and seen a smile on his son’s face at the same time.

* * * * *

     Amy Pierson knocked and opened the front door at the same time. “Babysitter on-board,” she yelled.

“I hate it when she says that,” Jimmy said.

His dad laughed. “That’s why she does it, son.”

Joseph headed for the main post office where he loaded his truck with mail and headed for his route. He had been delivering mail for 12 years, knew most of his patrons by name, and received enough homemade cakes and candies during Christmas week to feed a ravenous pack of dogs.

He parked on Manger Avenue and Seventh Street, packed his bag, locked the truck and began stuffing mail in boxes. His load was double the norm with the onset of Christmas and he wondered from whence the cards came…from friends and families separated all over the world? And he thought about Mary and the cards that would be sent no more.

“See you at City Council tonight, Joseph?”

The question came from Katy Shepherd as she and her Doberman Pinscher fought the winter wind and headed toward her mail box. He waited at the fence line…her mail in one hand and a dog biscuit for Starman in the other.

Katy and Joseph’s wife, Mary, had been friends for many years, a friendship formed through the animal rescue organization they supported.

“My son has already reminded me,” he said.

Katy laughed. Then said, “After what he encountered with King, it just might be therapy for his wounds.”

“It’s probably not good for my continued employment to make enemies…and I’ll sure make ‘em tonight.”

“Do I detect indecision?”

“No, not really. But, my boss isn’t too happy about it.”

“Take heart, Joseph. It’ll be standing room only, mostly supporting you. And I’ll be there to tell the rest of the community about what’s happening on Manger Avenue.”

“Thanks, Katy.” He handed a second Milk Bone to Starman.

Moments later she yelled at him, “Don’t forget the pictures!”

He waved at her.

Katy was a beat writer for the community newspaper. He had talked to her about what was happening on Manger Avenue. He had shown her the pictures and she had spent two days walking the route with him while gathering names and addresses.

He had stood before City Council last month and told them about the abuse and mistreatment of five dogs on his mail route. Further, he had requested that City Council direct the Animal Control Shelter to inspect each home and demand changes.\

Members of City council were uneasy about getting involved with a sensitive issue that might upset constituents, cause complaints about the rights of the animals, and ultimately cost votes at election time. So they were agreeable to turning the problem over to the director of the Animal Control Shelter with instructions to investigate and report back at the next council meeting.

Katy, however, was not so agreeable in relieving council members of their moral responsibility…and her article the following morning raised the ire of council members as well as the citizens of Mercy Trap. Letters to the editor poured in: each and everyone demanding that dogs be treated as humanly as what council members expected in their own households.

Over the next month as Joseph continued to deliver mail, he noted that no changes had been made in the conditions of each dog. All five dogs remained on chains, all were malnourished to the point of death, two had not received shelter from the wind and snow, one had no feed bowl, and the fifth supported a chain so thick that it cut into his neck.

At dinnertime on Tuesday he told Jimmy that no changes had been made.

Jimmy was thinking about King. “There’s got to be something we can do, Dad. Just think about how hard it’s been without King.”

Joseph bolted up in his chair. “That’s it, Jimmy. You’re a genius.” He kissed his son on the forehead, grabbed his hat and coat, and headed for the door just as Amy entered.

“I’ll explain when I get back. Keep your fingers crossed. I love you guys.”

Out the door his dad ran while Jimmy tried to discern what he had said that had gotten his dad so excited.