Reckons of Crass Construction

Okay, we don't have a cat. Which means some ravenous, blood thirsty, limb-from-limb stripping, totally heartless animal waited until we were asleep to attack this poor defenseless bird in our flower planter. It was all I could do to hold back a bloodcurdling scream after stumbling upon its withering carcass.


How would you like to encounter a scenario like this on your front porch? Definitely not good for the digestive system. Almost eight hours since I first laid eyes on it and I'm still feeling queasy.

Cleanup suggestions, anyone?

Yesterday, I published a teaser for today's explanation of Sunday's "kick in the teeth," or basically ending the day feeling like a wrung out dishrag. That's quite a lot of temporal references for one sentence. I'm not sure I even understand.

Some of you may have returned to read this article because you're the type of person who enjoys juicy gossip, and/or can't stand suspense, and/or turns to the last page of a murder mystery after reading the first few pages. I'm fascinated by this quality of human nature, especially since it's shared by so many.

Golfers in Carroll Park Golf Course witnessed children beating a pit bull puppy and chased them away. The puppy, which was less than eight-weeks old, died en route to the vet.

This latest act of animal cruelty comes on the heels of a machete attack against an 18-month old shepherd- pit bull mix. The unfortunate animal survived the attack, but will lose an eye.

Baltimore. The City That Bleeds. Animal abuse is such a serious crime, I believe the perpetrators deserve far worse than your average run-of-the-mill punishment.

That or slather the little buggers' pointy heads in honey, then release the fire ants.

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