near San Angelo
On my previous post, on my replies in the comment section, I mentioned the fact that I've often used the herb valerian to calm my nerves. That suddenly reminded me of something that happened when I lived in Texas.
I lived in three different towns in West Texas. San Angelo was definitely the most challenging of the three (I'm being very polite with my choice of words).
I'll cut to the chase and get to the valerian story:
Directly behind my house was another house filled with illegal aliens (or immigrants - - "aliens" sounds too outer spacey).
Their back yard was filled with dogs in cages. I don't know whether they bred them or just sold them for taco meat, but it was slightly unnerving. They always kept one particular dog running loose (as a guard...or perhaps a mascot).
Anyway the loose dog was a non-stop barker. It barked 24/7 and annoyed the holy spirit out of me (among other things). The worst thing was that I couldn't sleep from the incessant nighttime barking.
there was no chance of calling the police or Animal Control, because laws don't exist in San Angelo. Trust me on this.
Finally - completely unhinged from lack of sleep - I decided to take matters into my own trembling hands.
Should I kill the dog? Shoot him? Smother him?
Naw. I might be a bitch. But I'm usually a sweet bitch.
I decided to sedate him.
This is where the dog lovers are gasping in shock.
This is also why I love cats. They don't bark.
I'd never sedated a pooch before and wondered what I could use. I certainly didn't want to lethally harm him. Well, not much anyway.....
it dawned on me that I could use valerian root. I've taken that herb very often to sedate myself (God knows, in Texas I needed it). It sure as hell wouldn't hurt to try it on a dog.
I grabbed a leftover hot dog, split it open, and stuffed it with some valerian.
Fed it to the dog (who gobbled it greedily). And waited.
Within twenty minutes Rover calmed down, stopped barking........and I got some much-needed sleep.
It sure as hell didn't solve all my Texas problems, but it was a pleasant interlude.
While I have your attention, I'll mention a few more things about my San Angelo neighbors.
The neighbor to my right was a woman who ran a "daycare" center with about thirty screaming kids (I kid you not!).
Here's the kicker:
She drank and (I strongly suspected) dabbled in drugs. Her son was arrested for giving alcohol and drugs to minors.
let's insert a drum roll here for effect
The woman rented her upstairs rooms to prostitutes.
I swear to Gawd I couldn't make this stuff up.
Are you ready for more? Take a deep breath and hold onto your garters before reading this one.
The neighbors to my left were drug dealers and at least twenty people lived in the house.
One of the many residents was a huge - and I mean horrendously alarmingly huge - woman who got angry at me
(I won't divulge details on a public blog)
and shot at my house numerous times!
And I won't mention the fact that her drug-dealing cronies despised me and used to follow, threaten, and intimidate me......it's a pathetically long story.
Big Mama was eventually wanted for murder....and she was featured on the TV show America's Most Wanted.
By this time she fled Texas and went to Louisiana - - where she was murdered by some of her drug-dealing "friends".
They cut off her fingers, stuffed her ample body into a car, and set it on fire!
I'm tempted to mention her name - - but I won't.
These are just a few of my Texas adventures. There were many more, far worse ones - - but I'll spare you.
The photos were taken at Twin Buttes, near San Angelo, where I used to go hiking. I encountered lots of rattlesnakes.