SCENE THREE:

My decision to keep Rusty was not without major reservations.  I had always condemned people for having dogs.  Now I hypocritically was taking on an unnecessary burden.  There is something to say about events changing your life.  I did not visit the dog pound or internet adoption center.  I had a lost and injured animal take refuge on my property.  This animal could leave at any time.  Understanding, if frightened the animal might not venture back into the on slot of the mechanical moving monsters on the roadway.  But, if home was your security, you would sooner or later turn on the homing senses, face the fear and go home.

I decided we needed to fend off the government regulators and get ourselves legal.  We need a dog license (I guess so the globalists will know when attacking a home, they might encounter a biological defense system) and required vaccines (so global Big Pharma can get their political payoffs).  I took a trip to Pet Co (were the pets go) and purchased a leash and collar for the newest family member.  Rusty had no problem having a collar put on and was pretty excited about getting into the car.  We took a short trip, entering the Veterinarians office late in the afternoon on a Friday.  Rusty was pretty nervous, but stood by my side while I signed him in.  A huge bull-looking dog came out of the back of the office with some bandages on him and a look like Ozzie Osborne on his face.  Rusty scoped the dog out in interest.  A cordial good-by from the doctor and the dog left the area.  A large brown dog came in and sat across the office from us.  The dog got up and would not sit still and Rusty exhibited a very nervous hesitation.

The doctor’s receptionist asked us to cross the room and get on the scales for a weight check.  Nervous and watching the big dog, Rusty went with me to the scales and stood on them until the weight was recorded.  We returned to our seat.  With all proper paperwork filled out we were taken to an examination room.  Rusty sat quietly while the assistant got answers to all the potential money making questions.  The assistant gave me the list of necessary vaccines and I stopped her and said we would accept the rabies vaccination as it was required.  I told her I have little faith in big pharmaceutical companies and the other shots could be placed back in the cupboard and saved for a pet owner who does not care what disease his pet is going to be shot-up with.

When the doctor entered the room Rusty was quiet.  She talked to Rusty and he could have been less interested in her attempt at being cordial then if he was held out a big rock to eat for dinner.  She asked if he could be placed on the table top, and I placed him on the table.  She poked and looked and examined.  She administered what was supposed to be the mandatory rabies vaccination, but had nothing to say about my decline in the other necessary shots.  Rusty was quite comfortable.  Rusty went to the back, torture room without much difficulty and the doctor examined his right leg and his claws were trimmed.  We left the Vets and went to the park, were we ran and sniffed and pooped.  I did not want Rusty to think taking a trip in the car was a totally bad thing.  When we returned to the house all was good.

Saturday came along and we needed to go to Pet Co and get our official, I am allowed to exist, dog license.  Upon arrival, several annoying dogs were already lined up at the door.  We sat in the car for a few minutes and then decided to go get in line.  The other dogs were as irritating to Rusty as they were to me, but we sat down at the rear of the line and waited.  Once the store opened we got to the door and the girl said for rabies shots go in the store to the left.  I told her, we have that already, we just need a license.  She said Animal Control (the animal version of the TSA) would set up outside the door soon and I could wait outside.  As we walked back past the other animals in the line a big black cow looking dog stuck its nose up Rusty’s ass and he let loose a giant puddle of dismay.  I apologized to Rusty for letting that beast violate his personal place and we sat back down and once again waited.  License in hand we went back to the park for a little fun and back home.

We needed to organize our nighttime sleeping, daily feeding, park trips, car rides and local walks.  I say night time sleeping as Rusty sleeps most of the time anyway.  It is truly a “dog’s life.”  Come back for the first terrifying event of our new relationship.

Please return for the next dramatic phase of this real life on-going saga.  Stay tuned and stay informed by accessing the news websites: www.infowars.com and www.infowars.net  With Santorum going home, the globalists controlled presidential race has taken a drastic (globalists threatening) turn.  Do not forget www.ronpaul2012

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Signing out,

West Coast American Imperial Resistance