I've been thinking of you lately. I'm still in the deep of my situation and, as you know, I am aware of what you went through and wonder if I can handle what you did...

These people are what's wrong with the world.

Sometimes the phrase, "everything happens for a reason" makes meaning in the word. In your case, I fail to see any silver linings.

As you know, I, too, had to speak to a psych bu my aggressors who gave me the thumbs up. Little consolation when you realize you are the little guy at the mercy of forces larger than yourself.

As long as we continue to know who's right, I suppose we always will have that. But when you are in chronic pain as you, that's little comfort.

I wish some blessing comes in your life to give you some peace...

I am glad to see you are here now and posted this. I hope they get theirs somehow.

**Clink** Here's to hoping that getting your story told, at last, will bring you validation and closure.

As much as I love my dogs, I am clueless how people live with barky dogs.

Thank you for your courage, David.

I can't imagine having to endure what you have endured, and I send you hope for healing.:-)

Wow, a lot has happened to you over the years. It has been consuming you, little by little. It is very sad that you have spend your savings and still had to leave. Unfortunately the law is not about right and wrong or justice. It is very likely I will lose my case to a company who violated my human rights. It is not fair, it has cost me a lot of health issues, stress and money. I have come to peace with it put it into a box on the shelf and started to take back my life. I have realize the real crime was that I allowed them to take my life and dominate my mind. It is not easy but I am starting to live again.

I know you said you are supposed to get out and hike, do you like taking pictures? The 2 might work well for you?

I am sending you some gentle hugs. ((hugs)) Take care and know we are here for you.

I'll add that when it comes to what laws do and don't apply, lawyers frequently are the last ones to know. I've had a lawyer tell me that the law in my state doesn't have a leash law---which I can find out is not true by going to the copy of state code on the internet. Whoa...

Gentlest hugs.

What a horrible experience. I am glad you can get your story out.

...That is really wretched, David. That really angers me.
It's like high school, all over again.

Poor dogs...they picked a high-maintenance breed of dog and then barely spent time with them.

Many, many thanks for the kind words and support. As always.

And ... to Deli and CC ... again ... this is why I have a really hard time being objective about your respective cases/lawsuits. I guess that's just a big part of PTSD.

I pray that it never goes wrong for either of you. I hope your paths through these two issues is smoother than mine, NOT met with corruption, and does NOT take your assets or your faith and humanity.

I hope neither of you is met with the classic smear campaign.

Truly.

Haka and Kohi (the neighbors' dogs) were great dogs.

These morons ... who were both competitive cyclists ... made the dogs accompany them ... while the bike racers were ON their bikes ... and the puppies (they were very young) ran along side.

These morons ran their dogs until their pads were bleeding, and they could go no more.

These morons thought canine separation anxiety was "cute."

They'd never owned dogs before. Neither of them.

You're exactly right, Blue/Hylie: they were way over their heads, and the dogs paid for their arrogance -- one of them paid the ultimate price.

Lilly: there's no more case ... no more lawsuits ... no more options. The Gag Order had me silent until the Statute of Limitations ran out on pretty much every potential cause of action. That's pretty much why the District Attorney sought the two year Gag Order ... to run the clock out on my rights.

Besides ... during that two years ... I've been trying to stay alive, and wasn't going to put my faith in the legal system ... again.

Yeah. High school kids. Cliques. Bullies. Horribly insecure people who need to rove in packs, and be predators, to make themselves feel better about themselves.

Like so many of us, I KNOW that's not what most people are like, but ... like many of us ... I've lost confidence in my ability to identify, avoid, or 'handle' the ones who are.

And pretty much all interest in socializing.

For the many of us with 'physical' medical issues ... y'all know ... there's now much you hurt ... how much is actually wrong ... and THEN there's how much you have in you to just suck it up, and endure it.

The former ... has gone way up. The latter ... I'm tapped out.

Thank God for Sammy ... the yellow lab in my photo. He's been my life support unit for quite a while now.

As always ... I wish you all peace, health, and strength.

I wish there was something to do.... hugs....

Stupid question... what is a gag order?

I am sorry you have been through that. I am sorry for all of your pain. :( It is stupid that they put a gag order on you. I see that it is an order from the court not to talk about it. I have a feeling I will get one of those at one point. That was really unfair.

Glad to see you ungagged, my friend. I knew when it came out yours was going to be a humdinger of a story. It is. The tribalism people can fall into in ganging up on someone is scary "They were totally unconcerned about the truth, the barking, or the harm it had caused me. They simply sided with their old friends, and against this new guy." And how it can escalate. I've had a taste of the mob with torches pitch forks chasing the innocent guy who has been portrayed falsely as a monster, too. That's how my evangelist parents got away with things until, finally, they got caught stealing money from their own church and were thrown out. Until then, though, their tribe went after individual after individual on their behalf. It's a sick sociological thing that can happen all too often, I'm afraid.

Glad you can finally speak out!

Muji

Regarding running the dogs like that...GRR. I doubt even a highly-conditioned sled dog could run more than 20 miles in a day, and if you expected said sled dog to do it on concrete? You would have to buy, and get them accustomed to wearing, dog shoes.

(My old man dog eventually went to a specialist for his skin problems ( thanks, Mom!) but because of his footpads, I tried buying him dog shoes. This...well...he kind of reacted like WHAT ARE THESE HORRIBLE THINGS ON MY FEET??? And walked around in a bizarre paddly fashion until he was able to get them off. 40$ not well spent.)

Regarding the mob thing... That 's why I don't necessarily believe in the truth of rumors. Better to wait until the truth reveals itself.

Amen on both counts, Blue.

Sammy finally got used to his Muttluks (yep. That's what they're called), but ... initially ... he did that "Dance on Hot Coals" thing, too ... at least indoors.

Now, he's happy wearing them when it's icy outside.

Yeah. When I read that they ran their dogs until their pads ripped off ... I just cried.

You can probably imagine how it felt listening to the agonizing yelps ... hour after hour after hour ... when they suffered from the separation anxiety. It was just heartbreaking ... along with the physical toll it took on me.

But this is why I say that DS-PTSD seems to be full of sensitive people who've been run over by the insensitive sorts of the world.

And ... agreed. I stay away from rumor and gossip. It's poison. If I didn't believe it before ... well ... I surely would have by now.

Tribalism.

I was fascinated with that concept years ago. Ironic how it came back to bite me so viciously.