Quite a story. Really well documented and written - and that's very unusual in what passes for journalism these days.
Good read!
CJ's really good, yep. He's getting a little bit of flak because there would appear to be a lot more to the story, but he's mostly staying within the parameters of what the charges were. Apparently it's just scratching the surface.
I had a childhood pet dachshund. He stayed with my family when I went to college. In anticipation of my return home from my first quarter school, coinciding with a Christmas gathering with family, my elderly grandma made a southern cooked ham, the one with the ham bone and a pineapple on it. She put the ham, in a platter, wrapped in aluminum foil, on the guest bed when she arrived. I was a little late driving home from school so everyone was already there when I pulled up. My family was less enthused about seeing me and more frantic about the state of my dog. Remember, we're talking about a weener dog. He had jumped up on the bed (we never figured that out) and consumed the entire ham, sans the pineapple, bone and aluminum foil. When I got there he was lying on the floor with the most distended stomach you could imagine (he sort of looked like a satiated tick, little legs sticking out, wiggling in the air). Also, it was a southern ham, very salty. He dragged himself to his water bowl and started drinking so fast there was water flying in the air. We actually could see him inflate. We had to grab the bowl from him and took him outside, sort of expecting an explosion. He survived; the aftermath not really all that graceful, but he lived for years afterward. I'm not sure my grandma ever cooked me a ham after that...
I had a childhood pet dachshund. He stayed with my family when I went to college. In anticipation of my return home from my first quarter school, coinciding with a Christmas gathering with family, my elderly grandma made a southern cooked ham, the one with the ham bone and a pineapple on it. She put the ham, in a platter, wrapped in aluminum foil, on the guest bed when she arrived. I was a little late driving home from school so everyone was already there when I pulled up. My family was less enthused about seeing me and more frantic about the state of my dog. Remember, we're talking about a weener dog. He had jumped up on the bed (we never figured that out) and consumed the entire ham, sans the pineapple, bone and aluminum foil. When I got there he was lying on the floor with the most distended stomach you could imagine (he sort of looked like a satiated tick, little legs sticking out, wiggling in the air). Also, it was a southern ham, very salty. He dragged himself to his water bowl and started drinking so fast there was water flying in the air. We actually could see him inflate. We had to grab the bowl from him and took him outside, sort of expecting an explosion. He survived; the aftermath not really all that graceful, but he lived for years afterward. I'm not sure my grandma ever cooked me a ham after that...
Holy cow! Scary but an excellent retelling of it. BOOMdog.
I had a childhood pet dachshund. He stayed with my family when I went to college. In anticipation of my return home from my first quarter school, coinciding with a Christmas gathering with family, my elderly grandma made a southern cooked ham, the one with the ham bone and a pineapple on it. She put the ham, in a platter, wrapped in aluminum foil, on the guest bed when she arrived. I was a little late driving home from school so everyone was already there when I pulled up. My family was less enthused about seeing me and more frantic about the state of my dog. Remember, we're talking about a weener dog. He had jumped up on the bed (we never figured that out) and consumed the entire ham, sans the pineapple, bone and aluminum foil. When I got there he was lying on the floor with the most distended stomach you could imagine (he sort of looked like a satiated tick, little legs sticking out, wiggling in the air). Also, it was a southern ham, very salty. He dragged himself to his water bowl and started drinking so fast there was water flying in the air. We actually could see him inflate. We had to grab the bowl from him and took him outside, sort of expecting an explosion. He survived; the aftermath not really all that graceful, but he lived for years afterward. I'm not sure my grandma ever cooked me a ham after that...
Our cat Butternut loves to steal food. He really likes bread. and butter. Bacon drippings in a can. any food item is not safe. He stole a hoagie right off my lap once. and we found a chewed up jalapeno pepper under the bed. He also likes chewing on wool socks.
My Josephine didn't just chew on knitted things, she ATE them. Big holes in socks, sweaters, blankets, whatever, but no remnants. Never seemed to suffer ill effects. Lived to 16, liver cancer.
She also loved Granny Smith apples. She'd come running when she heard the crunch of my first bite, then lick and gnaw on it while I was eating it. Oddly she wasn't much of a chow-hound, not picky about the brand (although I always bought high-end) and rarely over ate. Compared to the over-fed drama kings and queens we have now, she was a piece of cake. c.
