--A DEADLY WEAPON??? YES, I SEE IT NOW....
The pup was this tiny!!! Yet, what a weapon!!! I want a dead chihuahua!! I will not feel safe until I am armed with a dead chihuahua!!!!
From The Associated Press: ST. PETERS, Mo. -- A woman angry that her new puppy had died pushed her way into a dog breeder's home and repeatedly hit her on the head with the dead Chihuahua, authorities said.
The 33-year-old woman told police she had taken the puppy to a veterinarian, who said it was only 4 weeks old and needed to be returned to its mother. But before she could return the puppy, it died.
Early Wednesday, the woman went to the breeder's home, pushed her way inside and began fighting with the breeder as she tried to make her way to the basement to get another puppy, police said.
The breeder wrestled the woman out of her house to the front porch, where the woman then hit the breeder over the head numerous times with the dead puppy, the St. Louis Post-Dispatch reported, citing police.
As the woman drove away, she waved the dead puppy out of the car's sunroof and yelled threats at the breeder, police said. She later called the breeder and threatened her and her family, according to court records.
Police said they are considering felony burglary charges and misdemeanor assault charges.
WHAT DID THIS WOMAN THREATEN THE BREEDER WITH??? ASSAULT WITH A DEAD KITTEN, MAYBE???
Who cares about the dog breeder, I want justice for that poor little puppy!!! I am probably going to have to take a train down south and take out everyone associated with this story. Before I can go, I have to clean the christian off my knives... it's always something, isn't it?
Just want to add, after walking the dog down to a cold, windswept shores of Lake Mitch., that there is a country song in this story... Maybe even a novel? Perhaps an encyclopedia? But that is not for the here and now... no, a country song suits my wake and bake (point of fact, songs just pop into my head a lot, and I used to write them down, but they were invariably a sort of bad, rhyming poetry)...
so the song goes...
"SHE HIT ME WITH A DEAD CHEW-WOW-WOW
KNOCKED THE GLASS FROM MY HAND
TOOK A TRAIN TO MEMPHIS
AND MARRIED A GUY NAMED STAN"
I'm not going to write all of it down... suffice to say, from here the song just goes on to tell a brilliant, gritty story of good and evil, peace and war, cat and mouse, dog and squash... that builds to an exicting crescendo unmatched in popular music today.
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