Friday, 27 April 2012
They shot my dog
I was walking my dogs in a local park, and there were four teenage boys messing about on the other side of a fence. It turned out that what they were messing about with was an airgun. They shot Caspian in the shoulder while my back was turned. £400 in vets fees (general anaesthetic, x-rays, antibiotics) later, and the pellet is too deep in the muscle to remove without major surgery, so it's just going to stay there.
He's okay. He seemed to find the vet visits more traumatic than the gunshot, to be honest. No lasting harm done.
I discovered an interesting truth though. I'm an almost pathologically law-abiding person. I've never once been in trouble with the police, never even had a speeding ticket. But during that incident, I realised that if I'd been carrying a gun, I think I would have shot every one of those boys. Cold-bloodedly. Without hesitation. I would have wrecked my life (and Mr Ashbless' life incidentally) for the sake of revenge on those who hurt the ones I love.
Not to mention wrecking the lives of those young men. But frankly, fuck them.
So I learned how vital gun-control is. Because the line between decent, moral, law-abiding citizen and killer is ... an illusion. Or simply a matter of context.