Filthie's Mobile Fortress Of Solitude

Filthie's Mobile Fortress Of Solitude
Where Great Intelligence Goes To Be Insulted

Wednesday, 4 April 2018

Filthicus: Sparring

These two fearsome monsters promise us blood thirsty Romans
a true spectacle that will even please the gods!
I can barely stand to watch the savagery myself!

Our Siberian Husky was named Sally. Her story was a heartbreaker. Some drunken chug from up north was running a puppy mill and stopped in town one hot summer day in a cube van - the dawgs were all in the back. Who knows what the goof did - maybe he went shopping, or into the bar - who knows? But out in the sweltering hot sun, trapped in the back of that van - were all his dogs. A passerby heard the commotion, the cops and fire dept were called,  and they came in and opened up the van with hydraulics and saws - and Sally and a couple others were the only ones left alive.  One of them was too far gone - the trauma and prior neglect were just too much and it was put down.

When she came to live with us she was an emotional wreck. The wife put a plate of kibble down for her and she was just astounded - you could see it in her body language: "All this? Is for me...?" We had two cats and she loved them as much as we did. It took us years to get her to come out of her shell. I still think of her from time to time and miss her.


  1. how did the employment interview go?

    1. I got the job, Deb! Thanks for asking, BTW, hope all is good for you and yours!

    2. thanks. jury still out on husband's chemotherapy.
      glad you got the job.