i have a day off from the pointers so i don't need to decide whether to brave the park where there might be bullies, but i imagine i'll be back there tomorrow, perfecting the arc of my toss, and cultivating the garden of goodwill. i realized that though i regret yelling at the bully mama i don't feel apologetic. i only wish my response to be correct, and i will continue to rebuff bullies in whatever way i am able. if i believed as she does, that dogs have no rights, and that freedom is outrageous, i would have to quit life. she won't have that victory. david points out that in some benighted chicagoland hamlet they are arming tiny children, teaching them that guns are your friends, guns are fun. they will be avid for the junior r.o.t.c. in a grade or two. what fun we'll all have with cute little armies roaming the neighborhoods. and then we can prepare for the next invasion, why don't we just let they kiddies where decide this time, the world is theirs, after all.