I don't think you'd want her there either.
My dad remembers how she treated hunting dogs. He was raised by her, not his mom, and he had a little beagle that he loved and took hunting with him when he was young.
Well, the beagle didn't like her, and one day it was walking by her, stopped and peed on her leg. She shot the beagle.![]()
She was a nasty old lady.
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