How Do You Measure A Hero

Several of you have asked don't we have a new computer yet!

Well we do.  We have just been sad for our city and not going places and not feeling like continuing our story about the Freedom Trail which we had started in November.

We had an incident with a man before Christmas who was banishing women with preaching repeal their right to vote and women should not be working etc. etc.  We jaywalked across the street to avoid eye contact but three hours later on the way back to our car I got assaulted.  I have been pretty beat up and sore. One picture of my backside my whole left bum still bruised.

Wills was my hero ~ I had Will's breakaway collar on.  When I was kicked to the ground I let go of his leash.  Will went under our car.  I could see him pulling on his leash to get it free from under our tire where it was caught but Will lunged forward when the man kicked me a second time and his collar released him. 

Will tore the guys sweat pants to the knee and when he grabbed for Will, well Will ran either under or around our car.  When the jerk was pulling my hair Will was back in the mix. Will got hold of his puffer down jacket sleeve pulling and tugging and tore it open up to the shoulder. Every time I got kicked Will was back again trying his bestest to get him off me. Four nasty bruises in all one in the face.

My darn vertigo was keeping me from getting up fast but I stumbled forward knocking the jerk to the ground.   Will got on his back where he could not reach him and tore the back of his jacket like a stuffie. Feather down was coming out everywhere. Will was yanking on the collar of his jacket.

I found my keys in my hand and falling forward with all my weight inflicted some damage to his junk!  I rammed my funky long old house keys into his junk and twisted, he screamed.  I shoved myself back and got away at that point.

When I yelled "Will car" I looked back and the guys head looked like a bobble head with Will pulling on the collar of his jacket.  The jerk was crying and trying to touch his junk but I think it might have been to painful.

Wills came flying jump in the car over to the back seat and into his crate and grunted like well I took care of that piece of crap.
We have no idea why he attacked us.  We had no verbal contact with him whatsoever.
My only thought was we were carrying books and maybe a women being educated does not fit his mindset either.

We had men wearing Trump hats sitting in at meeting at our libraries (it was on the national news) with holstered guns. I don't even like acknowledging them here but if you listen to the video one says guns facilitate conversation.  I doubt if any who died in gun violence would agree with that statement.  They say they were at the library to monitor people.  Who appointed them the monitors?
Oh they appointed themselves!

men with guns at kenton county kentucky library 2016 - Bing video

We are not going for our reader students anymore.

Then yesterday the beautiful big old high school where I went was painted with racial slurs and swastikas.
This has never happened in its history which opened in 1919.

http://www.fox19.com/story/34317825/swastikas-racial-slurs-painted-on-withrow-high-school

This is not a place I recognize anymore.

So in ending I would just say hug your dog more. 

A pet is a part of a human being's life, but a human being is a pet's entire life.

Lee & Sweet William The Scot