If I had a dog attempt to attack me or is vicious on my property it’s dead.
I’ll haul the lifeless body to the shed and hack off its head, legs and tail. I’ll next skin the beast and make a nice throw out of it. The innards will be ran through a shredder and mixed with sawdust. The remaining meat will be turned into nice inch thick cubes. I’ll drill a hole through the ears on the head and attach a small length of rope with a hook on the other end. All this will go into the freezer.
Some time later, a week, a month, maybe two; the dog will find its way home at night. Yes the head will be flung to sway in the breeze from its owner’s overhead electrical lines. The legs will grace the entryway like sentinels guarding the property. The innards slurry will be flung up and down the owner’s driveway like an artist mad with rage. Of course the cubes will grace the sky over the house like snowflakes dropping to the ground. The owners will be reunited with their beloved pet. The tail, well that will be an end to the saga when on the anniversary of the dog going missing, it makes it’s way to the antenna of the owner’s vehicle while they are shopping, eating out, or otherwise enjoying their evening out.
Shoot the dog? What a mundane solution.
Poison the dogs? Too distant.
Trap and release to the pound? Girl Scouts have more ingenuity than that.
Total inhumanity and a barbarian act is called for.
So, you don’t have a shredder or freezer, make sausages and have a cookout next weekend. Heck, dog fur seat covers are the rage. Use your imagination. Remember the more brutal the better for you. Let your rage fly.
Now all this is for naught if all that happens is it stays in your mind. The letter I previously posted (although tailored for location and time) was determined to be false, but its impact was profound. The person who did that didn’t sit with his buddies debating the ethics of poisoning an animal or not. He didn’t concern himself with the rationale of such an experiment. He didn’t engage the philosophy of it’s the owner’s fault, No, it’s the dog’s fault, No it’s the government’s fault. That person acted with a seemingly innocent notice that took a community by storm and achieved the desired results.
Would I ever do that to a dog? NO. Have I known anyone who’s done that to a dog? NO,
But, where I live, people remind each other about letting dogs go loose because the guy who moved away last year didn’t do so because of a job relocation like he said, he moved because someone butchered his dog and left it’s dismembered body at his front door. The police, even though they swear it never happened, well we know they really believe that butcher resides in the neighborhood because it happened again earlier this year. See the For Sale sign a few streets over, I heard it was their dog this time.[}
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By the way, how come nobody has called the
Hawaii Tribune-Herald to ask why they are not covering the report of someone going around shooting loose dogs with darts laced with swine feces. What, you didn’t know about it? Well you need to get out and start reading the warning flyers posted about. And, if you can’t find any, write one yourself (a public service to the community) and make sure that special neighbor gets it.[
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