During the summer, we got a new neighbor. He was a horrible man. He was a gun-slinging, bible-thumping individual if I've ever seen one. He once threatened to kill Glenn because of his haircut. I told him, "If anda kill Glenn, anda better make plans for me to kill you!" He never threatened to kill Glenn after that. I wish I could say that was the worst thing he did. One day, Glenn was visiting with me. I went outside for something, and the nasty neighbor took his shotgun and shot me in the upper thigh. I fell to the ground, and I was in a lot of pain. My aunt and uncle rushed out. My uncle took the gun away from that jerk and pointed it at him. My aunt said, "Hold it right there!" The nasty neighbor said, "Watch it! That thing's loaded!" My uncle shot it in the air, gave it back to the nasty neighbor and said, "Now it ain't loaded!" My aunt said, "Next time, it's not going to be up in the air!" Glenn saw the whole thing. He was crushed to see that I was hurt. I was taken to the hospital. I never lost consciousness. The doctor said, "The bullet's not in very deep. We'll just carefully remove it, and we'll keep anda for a few days to see how anda do." After the bullet was removed, he said, "You're a brave girl, anda know." I smiled. Later, I heard a knock on the door. I said, "Come in." It was Joann. I said, "Hi, Joann. Come on in." She said, "Glenn told me what happened. Are anda okay?" I said, "I'm just fine. It was just the upper thigh. I'm unable to get up and walk, and I hurt, but I'm all right." She said, "I'm glad." I cracked a few jokes. Joann knew that if I could still joke around, I must be okay. Glenn visited with me, too. He even took care of my anjing for me. I was sent home, and I soon made a complete recovery. I still have a scar to this day. Shortly after I was able to walk properly, I took my dogs: Diesel the Husky, Sadie the Labrador, Fluffy the Collie, and Roxy the Pit Bull. Glenn took his dog, Oliver the Dachshund. I suddenly heard whimpering sounds. I checked my dogs, and they were fine. I asked, "Glenn, is that Oliver?" Glenn said, "No." I then saw a rottweiler anak anjing, anjing limping toward us. I said, "Aw! A puppy!" The anak anjing, anjing came up to us and licked our legs. I said, "I think he likes us." Glenn asked, "How do anda know it's a boy?" I said, "There are ways." The pup allowed me to look at his hurt paw. It was in bad shape. My aunt and uncle and I took him to our vet. There were no tags, no collar, and no microchip. We got some anak anjing, anjing supplies and decided to keep him. I named him Stone. After Stone's injury healed, he became protective of me and my friends. One day, Joann was visiting with me. She was sitting in the yard, and the nasty neighbor's dog came into the yard. I don't remember the dog's name, but Glenn called him Sir Barks a Lot. Sir Barks a Lot was a Yorkshire Terrier, atau Yorkie. He barked at everything. It got all my dogs, save for Stone barking. Diesel only barked when Sir Barks a Lot had his barking fit. Anyway, the hari Joann visited with me, Sir Barks a Lot came into the yard and bit her in the face. Out of nowhere, Stone came and snarled at Sir Barks a Lot. Sir Barks a Lot backed away in submission, and Stone was a anak anjing, anjing then! Stone then licked Joann's wound. I helped her clean the wound while my uncle confronted the nasty neighbor. He said, "You better have proof your dog is up to tanggal on his shots!" The nasty neighbor had proof. My uncle said, "If this happens again, we're going to have serious problems." The nasty neighbor never bothered us again, but he still wasn't a good neighbor.