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If your dog is not fixed at a vet, he can become a victim of cruelty to animals. And they can be caught in the act and charged with felony animal cruelty, potentially receiving two to five years in jl and hundreds of hours of community service. If you find yourself in this situation, however, it doesn't mean that your dog is going to be in any danger for the next few years. At least two other owners will be coming by regularly, and their dogs are likely to be more protected than you can be.
When I first started posting about my experience with cruelty to animals in Los Angeles, we had about five articles up, and I thought we might get some response. Then the number doubled, and I realized that it was out of control. We got a lot of feedback, but most of it was negative, very negative. Some people didn't like the fact that I was being honest about my dog. Others didn't think that I would actually have an innocent dog. Many people didn't even believe I owned a dog.
In other words, as you might imagine, I received plenty of hate ml about the whole thing. My phone was ringing nonstop, and e-ml was inundating my inbox every day, which was also not something I had anticipated. But what really surprised me was how many people wrote to me wanting to know my dog's whereabouts. People didn't think I'd have an innocent dog. If I did have an innocent dog, they figured, I would know about it. But when they saw that I didn't know, they assumed I was lying.
My dog became a media sensation, and I started getting hate ml from everywhere. Now I get letters from people who just want to thank me for the work that I do. But when I first started, it was just the opposite. Many of the people writing to me sd they'd like to thank me for being so brave and honest, but I could tell they didn't really believe me. Even after all that had happened, they were still doubting me.
They didn't think an innocent dog was possible. If I did have an innocent dog, then why didn't I know where it was? The more people wrote to me, the more they doubted me.
In all of this, I also got a lot of positive feedback. I heard that people liked what I was doing and that I was making them believe more and more. They'd tell me things like "I'm not a dog person, but I really believe that you have a dog. People like you, Mr. F.C. That's why I want to send you a note. I know that you believe in what you're doing."
Many people, it seems, like to hear how others feel and what they believe. But, as I sd, I received more hate ml than anything else. I tried to keep a positive attitude and not take all this personally.
Still, people kept trying to scare me. Some people called me "dog lover" because they felt I had to be a dog abuser to believe something like that. But even the police didn't believe I didn't have a dog. As soon as they heard that someone had killed it, they sd they had to have known. It was pretty obvious that I didn't know who had killed it, but they kept trying to link me with the whole thing.
In one letter, the letter writer sd: "I've known you a long time. I know you have no idea what happened to your dog."
At first, I got angry with the letter writer. But after I thought about it, I realized that these people didn't have any idea what had really happened to my dog. If I had really done something to that dog, why would I ask someone else to take the fall for it? I know that some people thought I had killed the dog, but I think that some people were just trying to protect themselves from someone like me. I knew there would have been no good end to it. I wasn't about to mess with the justice system.
The only way I could have gotten any justice would have been to kill the people who had stolen the dog.
I did call the sheriff's department, though, to make sure there was nothing that they could do. I told them everything I knew. The sheriff told me that it could have been one of two dogs. So I told them to check their databases. He also told me not to try to find out who had taken the dog. It would have been a waste of time. I tried calling them, but there was no answer.
The police didn't really help. After I told them about all that had happened, they acted as if I was trying to set them up for something. I knew they'd try to find the person who had stolen my dog and have them arrested. But they never followed up on anything that I told them about.
I called a couple of detectives at the sheriff's department a couple more times. I told them about the people who had come to my house that day. I told them about the people I'd seen following me and the things that they had sd to me. They were as indifferent to the whole thing as the first detective had been.
The two detectives told me that they couldn't help me. They sd I should have filed a report with the Humane Society. I told them about my problems with them. I told them that they should have taken an interest in me and not just dismissed me as a crazy person.
The detectives didn't say anything else to me. They just told me that they couldn't help me and that I should have filed a report with the Humane Society. I asked them if they'd check the databases to see if there was a report out for my dog. The officers told me there wasn't.
I didn't have any proof that the people who stole my dog were from the same group that had been showing up at my house. I didn't know if that was some sort of warning that I needed to stop or what it meant. It was just another of the strange things that was happening to me.
I'd seen three children die in the last few days. A couple of them had run away from their home. A woman that I knew had been murdered. I'd thought that things had calmed down since I'd moved from New Haven. I hadn't expected the things that were happening to me.
"What's up with you, Joe?" I heard someone ask. I was standing in front of the convenience store. The sun was shining brightly, and I had the hood of my jacket up. I had come back there a few minutes ago after I'd left to take the dog back to the house. I'd gotten the idea to walk over here to ask some of the neighbors if they'd seen a couple of children running around.
I glanced over at the store. Ray was standing there behind the counter. His hand was over his mouth and he was looking at me like he was in shock.
"Are you out of your mind, Joe?" Ray sd with a shaky voice. "Some crazy kids were just over here. Some kid in the back had a gun. He killed some other kid in the street." Ray leaned back from me. "And he's still in there."
I was on my way to my truck when Ray called out to me. I stopped and turned around to see the kid running out of the back door with a big black rifle pointed at my chest. The pistol was jammed in the side of his mouth.
"Run, Joe!" Ray screamed out at me.
I didn't hesitate. I ran