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Unfortunate Incidents [...] My precious Chelsea was once kicked in the ribs by a brat in the park -- and the parents did absolutely nothing but just said casually "oh that's just something he's started doing lately". Chels, who loved children, did absolutely nothing but stand there probably totally dumfounded unable to believe such rude behavior. I gave the parents an earful. The only reason I did not do an alpha rollover on the kid was that I feared being arrested. The only reason I did not kick the parents in the ribs was that I feared being arrested. I still get angry when I think about it. But at least these were total strangers whom I'll never meet again. Pam
Green I loved your post about Chelsea. While the incident
certainly isn't He was much the same type of child as the one you described and went over and kicked my wonderful, loving Boxer (who was a saint of a dog and my very best friend) in the stomach. His parents said "now, be nice, and pet her nicely" and took him over again by the hand. My parents were very forbearing - on best behavior with company as one was in those days - - and the little maniac did it Again. He kicked her as hard as possible in the stomach. My Dad turned to me and said "Deborah, put the animal down in the cellar." So I grabbed my cousins collar, opened the cellar door and threw him down 17 stairs and shut the door with my back against it. All we could hear was Kuthump, Kuthump, Kuthump. Deborah, Moxie and Rheba |
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Edited Monday March 19, 2001 02:52 PM -0500
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