There's a guy I know of who has been on crutches for a couple of months. He seems like a decent enough guy.
But... a relative of his lives near me and had to babysit his dogs for a few weeks a while back while he did some remodeling on his house. They are large, aggressive dogs, and I didn't enjoy having them near my house.
They even escaped a few times and were a threat to people in the neighborhood.
I just overheard a conversation he was having with someone else about his crutches and it turns out he was injured a couple of months ago by being attacked in his front yard by his neighbor's aggressive dog.
I wonder if this experience taught him anything about the folly of owning large, aggressive dogs that are able to escape and run loose.
I wonder if he even sees the irony in his situation.
I hate to admit, but it made my sympathy shrink to a much smaller level.
It reminded me of the friend of mine who freaked out on me many years ago over my lack of respect for police, but then sheepishly admitted I was completely right after they kicked in his door and treated him like a criminal on a tip.
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