I wish I didn't know now what I didn't know then...

My youngest sister, with whom I long ago ceased to have a speaking relationship (but that's another story), used to joke that I carried my own personal cloud of disaster around with me wherever I went, like Pigpen's dust - and that was back when the worst problems I had were a vindictive ex-husband and abusive boyfriend, when ecosystem collapse lurked as the dimmest of inklings...far from the omnipresent consciousness of impending tsunami it has become.

So why should it be a surprise that I was the randomly chosen witness to a dog attack?  Three dogs, for no reason, ripped another to shreds in a bloodbath right before my eyes yesterday afternoon, and I was helpless to intervene.  I will never forget the stomach-churning sounds of the growls and screams, or the fangs gnawing at the throat of the victim.

I'm suffering from severe PTSD today, and on top of which, I feel like it's kind of ridiculous.  Much much worse things happen to people around the world every minute of every day.  Like THIS.