So...they built a new dog pound for good old Pedro. The old one was just an old house but it was real. A place that they killed dogs and cats and it looked the part. No problems faking the budget either because these city clones did not have the usual hospital clean smelling tiled air conditioned environment. And the "Dog Catchers" wear guns. Just in case a killer pit-bull like my 2 get out of control and chew a few babys up then they can save themselves and the world from evil with a city issued 9 millimeter semi-automatic to a 45 year old great grandma peace officer Dog Catcher. Don't ya just love the peace part?
Here's the issue. Walking my dog's down by the Marina there are few areas where signs warn don't feed the Wild Animals referring to raccoons and the numerous squirrels romping around and if you go to Cabrillo beach they have signs stating that if you so much as leave food for cats you are breaking the law and could be prosecuted. OK so wild beasts are frowned upon to protect the legal Licensed animals that are controlled and taxed and drugged and sterilized. I understand except that the Coast Guard (guarding us from what?) that are in the real Lighthouse farther out on Point Fermin are breeding raccoons. That's right.... They can do what ever they want.... They have guns.
So how do I know the Coast Guard is breeding them?
I was suspicious the first time because a couple girls looked a bit too nervous after we passed by their guantlet. That is what I'll call the small walkway between the old historical lighthouse and the fenced in Coast Guard building on the ocean side. When we would get close my dogs start going nuts and Point Fermin is known for it's numerous feral cats that live just over the 3 foot cliff wall, but my dogs are cool. They pull me hard but I just need remind them "NO CATS" and pull back to regain control.... unless we are not talking about CATS. So I cinch up the leash (they are both fastened together on a single long one) and do the 40 feet till we reach open space again. It's in the tight closed in section that an encounter with a raccoons claws could do some damage. It's not that they would want to fight us, it's just a matter of being one animal or the other being suprized that would cause a unwanted reaction.
Casually cruising anywhere a cat could jump out and get us all rilled up for the 2 seconds it takes the startled then shocked feline to get the hell out of there. Now the racoons are a different story. They seem fast but they are not. Before we get to the closed in area of said Guantlet I can see ahead that the racoons are getting nervous. They are visable to me but not to my dogs yet who will have there heads down in the grass, loving invisible aromas and their tales (tails) which seem to be most dogs reason for living. Preoccupied in dog heaven they are oblivious. I'm watching the scenario unfold hoping the vermin get lost before we get closer. Some times their would be only a couple crossing the path scampering over the wall to hide before my dogs see them. Other times they have come out from a pagoda and scamper a few yards on the walkway to safety behind their federal fence. How I knew they were pets happened when I saw someone hold open a door and a couple of big fat raccoons jumped right on in. Domesticated federaly proctected sewer rats (yes thats where most live with there cousins the possums) socially respected because of their cute little paws/claws when young.
That night I felt relieved because I was right again but lately their numbers have grown. The last time we walked there (10-5-08) I saw babies and turned around. I usually try to (and do) muscle through it like some warrior I'm not (all warriors are fuckin idiot losers period... got it?) but when I saw the babys it was like us against?.... who? How the hell, why the fuck should I keep on fighting an army I cannot see? They pick away at any little old thing they can think of.... ? Answer. I'm not. They can play with their own selves then they can have a winner and .....hooray..... a loser too.... that they can pick on and ridicule personally (can non-humans be PERSONal?) and feel bad about (I doubt it) then.... as all matter eventually does... shrivel up into a big old ball and Die.....
Nearby, they have shut down Sunken City which was/is a forgotten piece of land at the end of Pacific no one cared about except us regular people who love the FEDERALLY PROTECTED COASTLINE for a walk on the big old chunks of asphalt. Kids played horseshoes and drank beer or had camp fires just like there is in any other city in the USA..... but NOOOO......after a few people jumped the cliffs which has been going on there forever, Council Person (3rd generation) Janice Hun (sic) pretends its a new dangerous place and needs regulation to save innocent (suicidal drunks)and fences the whole place off. Now their Satanic Rituals can be carried on (down low on the cliffs) in private.... Or not.... but ....Now no one is allowed period. Only raccoons and other vermin like politicos and their ho's.
The final outcome of this caring action was to call it a nature preserve. And how do you do that? Make it off limit to dogs of course. Fuck a duck on a truck.
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