The Housemaid came by.
The gate was open because we're still getting so much work done on the house to make it liveable.
Sheepish, terrified of Mr. Majestic, she called me over without taking one more step, because she didn't want to lose her life to the massive brute who was at the end of his tether, warning her not to come any closer.
But she had a real need.
Something that a friend could help her with.
In battling languages, I figured out what her urgency was.
She was being stalked and harassed by a creep on Facebook.
She didn't know how to get rid of him.
She hasn't delved into the settings, privacy and deleting of people.
I found him, deleted and blocked him, then told her, "He will never see you here again."
I can't promise her about real life, though.
She was grateful.
It was a friendship moment when she hugged me in thankfulness, adding that her husband, The Dominican Daddy, was really angry about this guy.
I had another friendship moment this morning.
I went around to the back of the house where Old Ghost Face hides in terror of her new surroundings and humans that she doesn't think she can trust.
I've been bringing her cheese.
She likes cheese.
Yesterday, she actually took it from my hand.
Today though?!?!?
She stood up and I couldn't believe it, there was the slightest little tail movement of happiness.
Really slight, but there.
Just a once back and forth, but a wag none-the-less.
She took the cheese again and I dragged away Mr. Majestic who seems like he's still a bit too in her face.
Not to mention the Pathetic Puppy.
She's too young yet to know that when those teeth are showing, it means buzz off.
But the big news is, she wagged!
We may be earning her trust now.
I actually thought it would take a lot longer, being that she's so damaged.
But it has begun.
Poor old thing.
Anyway, it's been a great 24 hours for friends.
Including the friends we bought our 2nd gun from.
The first one was just too big for me.
I now have a pretty li'l 9mm.
I shot it off last night, and I'm pretty sure the neighbours who are a vacationing family from somewhere in America were wondering what was up with the gringo loco next door. And possibly wondering if they were safe.
Trust me. I know that feeling.
We got friends.
Good, bad and stinky.
Oh, Mr. Majestic, where did you come up with such a smell?
Being tied to my waist non-stop, it wafts along with me.
Or wait.
Is it because I've just been too busy dealing with 5 dogs to get in the shower?!?!
Could it be me?!?!?!
Nope.
That's definitely dog.
My stink is a little more offensive.
The gate was open because we're still getting so much work done on the house to make it liveable.
Sheepish, terrified of Mr. Majestic, she called me over without taking one more step, because she didn't want to lose her life to the massive brute who was at the end of his tether, warning her not to come any closer.
But she had a real need.
Something that a friend could help her with.
In battling languages, I figured out what her urgency was.
She was being stalked and harassed by a creep on Facebook.
She didn't know how to get rid of him.
She hasn't delved into the settings, privacy and deleting of people.
I found him, deleted and blocked him, then told her, "He will never see you here again."
I can't promise her about real life, though.
She was grateful.
It was a friendship moment when she hugged me in thankfulness, adding that her husband, The Dominican Daddy, was really angry about this guy.
I had another friendship moment this morning.
I went around to the back of the house where Old Ghost Face hides in terror of her new surroundings and humans that she doesn't think she can trust.
I've been bringing her cheese.
She likes cheese.
Yesterday, she actually took it from my hand.
Today though?!?!?
She stood up and I couldn't believe it, there was the slightest little tail movement of happiness.
Really slight, but there.
Just a once back and forth, but a wag none-the-less.
She took the cheese again and I dragged away Mr. Majestic who seems like he's still a bit too in her face.
Not to mention the Pathetic Puppy.
She's too young yet to know that when those teeth are showing, it means buzz off.
But the big news is, she wagged!
We may be earning her trust now.
I actually thought it would take a lot longer, being that she's so damaged.
But it has begun.
Poor old thing.
Anyway, it's been a great 24 hours for friends.
Including the friends we bought our 2nd gun from.
The first one was just too big for me.
I now have a pretty li'l 9mm.
I shot it off last night, and I'm pretty sure the neighbours who are a vacationing family from somewhere in America were wondering what was up with the gringo loco next door. And possibly wondering if they were safe.
Trust me. I know that feeling.
We got friends.
Good, bad and stinky.
Oh, Mr. Majestic, where did you come up with such a smell?
Being tied to my waist non-stop, it wafts along with me.
Or wait.
Is it because I've just been too busy dealing with 5 dogs to get in the shower?!?!
Could it be me?!?!?!
Nope.
That's definitely dog.
My stink is a little more offensive.
i now make friends easily
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