Cass, some people are just low-lifes. When my daughter was 9 years old, she had a little Chihuahua, name Bart. I had a tattoo in his ear; the tattoo was I think w9 in his left ear. Anyway, he got out of the house, we live on a road that is really far off the main highway, and managed to get across the highway, and to a house about a mile down the road.

We do not get a newspaper here but once a week, well we put an add in the paper and in the meantime we went house to house searching for him. We came to the man that had the dog and found out he had gave the dog to his aunt on the other side of the county from where we lived.

He told us where his aunt lived and we went to her house, and that old hag and her old goat of a husband stood there and told us that yeah, they had him for a while, but he ran off. We went up and down that road I don't know how many times hollering his name hoping he would come to us, stopped at other peoples houses and ask if they had seen him. We were told that the old hag and the old goat had him; so here we go back and ask them again. That woman actually stood there and told my little 9-year-old daughter that her dog was probably dead killed by a wild animal.

Then we got a call from somebody, which was afraid of this person and their family, and said that the old hag had given my little girls dog to her daughter. So we called the law in, our great law enforcement here went down and asked the old hag about it, and her haggy daughter about Bart. I think he warned her is what I think her done. So she got the dog back and sold it to a breeder in Alabama. Now my question to her was if she was going to lie, why couldn't she have just told us the dog had come back.

We called the breeder and he told us that Bart had run off, we could not get any help from law enforcement, they just told us to forget it. Oh that old hag's daughter call me and was going to cuss me out, well I done a whole lot of cussing to her, I told her that her _______ mother was going to rot in hell, for stealing a dog from a little child.

I said worse things, I mean I used some very ugly language on her, I told her that her old mother was going hell and all kinds of things.

I figure if you do confront these people, then you will eventually start hearing more things about what has really been happening around the area, and bringing the law in will really start bringing in some news, if they had anything to do with, and god I hope not.

Sorry for rambling, but that just struck such a nerve in me, thinking about some old battleaxe sitting around with a gun and shooting defenseless animals. Oh, I am so angry right now, I am really fuming, oh how I wish I were there to go with you and ask about her, she would meet one crazy old lady for sure.

You know I found letter from my little girl and she still believed in Santa, telling Santa that all she wanted for Christmas was just to bring her Bart back to her. God if I do not shut up, I am going to start bawling again. I am sorry Cass, that I cannot help you more.

Sign the rambling old woman,
Willie