So the neighbors whose dog bit Murphy paid the damages in full today--for both vet trips. That shows some class, since I found out that he is, in fact, out of work right now and they're dependent on her income solely. Times are tight for them, but they did what they had to do.
In return, I took him shooting this morning. I helped him sight in an M1 Garand that he'd bought a few years back and never shot, and we did some pistol shooting. I know how it is when money's tight, so I brought out an ample quality of my ammunition (I reload so I have tons in .30-06 and 9mm) and told him to just save his for another day.
We got his M1 dialed in perfectly at 100 yards, and I shot mine a bit, too.
Then a bench-rester who was shooting his rifle at the other end of the line came down to look at the Garands and asked a few questions about them, showing real interest. I showed him mine, explained how to get them from the CMP, and then I handed him a clip and told him to give mine a try. He shot all eight, then when the clip ejected with a loud "PING!" he turned to me with a massive grin on his face and said "My wife's going to hate you."
I told him that I could deal with that so long as I saw him out on the line by fall with his own Garand. And in his case, I suspect that I will.
Whoa--me shooting Garands with the guy whose dog bit Murphy AND a bench-rester? Was this some crazy dream resulting from a late-night trip to Five Guys?
No, it really happened, just like that. Just another day in banjo county, WV.