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Monday, December 06, 2021

Nobody thought to suspect the neighbors on either side or the back?

LEBANON, Tenn. (WKRN) — Ten years ago, Ashley Darracott rescued a beagle-mix named Ellie Mae. Last weekend, she knew something was wrong with her four-legged friend when she found her whimpering in the backyard. 

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  1. Does "Doctor" Falsie live nearby? Perhaps one of his relatives? I get more angry with animal cruelty than I do with child abuse, sad to say.

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  2. "possible vandalism and “unruly juveniles.” that tells me the cops are not too gung ho about finding the perp. Why fathers need to band together find the little asshole(s) and met some honest justice.

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  3. I hope they catch the bastard and run that pellet gun up their ass. Then pull the trigger as many times as they choose to.

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  4. Might be jerk neighbors, but I've been tempted to do the same to dogs that WON'T SHUT UP!

    Haven't yet, but I can certainly understand the impulse.

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    1. I shot a Beagle with my pellet gun once, a few had gotten into my yard and was stirring up my chickens. Fred, the rooster was busy trying to defend the hens while I was trying to get them out of my yard, finally said fuck it and got the pellet gun and shot one in his hind quarters, I didn't want to hurt it but I had to get them out of the yard. Told the guy that owned the dogs what I did and would appreciate him keeping them away, he'd had a kennel of them for hunting rabbits.
      JD

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  5. in the past, I have found it better to deal with the asshole who owns the dog rather than hurt the dog myself. used to work nights and had a fucktard clown with a non stop barking dog, asked twice to keep the dog in or keep it from barking his ass off, didn't work, but knock his dumb ass on the ground and he kept the dog in. only had to do that one time, he was rather nice to me after that.

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    1. Around here that would have gotten you shot or arrested, probably both. Quiet time here is 9pm to 7am and as I understand your frustration, I worked 4:30pm to 3am for a number of years, but going to someone's home and hitting them ain't going to go over well for you no matterwhatthereason.
      JD

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  6. (from the linked article) "If you know anything about what happened, call the Lebanon Police Department."

    Naw, hell no.
    If you figure out for sure which neighbor did it.......just take care of that situation quietly, painfully, and without calling the cops...

    Tim in AK

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  7. We have a neighbor two doors down who has a Jack Russell mix named Enzo. When they first moved in, that dog would come over and bark at me anytime I was outside, even in my own yard. I tried befriending the stupid mutt with treats, but no go. The stupid dog would stand about ten feet away yapp, yapp, yapp! If you approached it, it would run away about ten more feet and yapp, yapp, yapp! If you walked away from it, it would run up behind you and nip your ankle - not a bite, mind you, just a nip. We had spoken to the owners but it was a small dog and he could get through any chain link fence at will.

    One day, I was servicing my lawnmower but couldn't get any peace from Enzo - in my own yard! I told my wife I had had enough and went and got the pellet gun. I was just going to pop him once in the ass. But my wife talked me out of shooting the stupid dog because he was small enough that I might really hurt him. Instead, we both went and spoke to the neighbors again. They took measures to reduced it, but he would still get out every now and then so it didn't completely eliminate it.

    Then we got Max.

    Max is 120 pounds of big lovable German Shepherd galute. The first time I walked him down that street - on a leash, of course - Enzo saw me and came running out of his yard yapp, yapp, yapping to beat the band. Max gave him a look like - "Oh look, another doggie!" - and it was like a cartoon. Enzo took one look at Max and his front feet skidded on the grass and he beat a hasty, tail tucked between his legs, retreat.

    Since that day, I have had no more problems with the little shit trying to run me out of my own yard.

    In the years since then, Max and Enzo have actually become bestest buds.

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  8. Now I have two reasons to go back to Lebanon. 1 find the SOB who shot the dog. 2 Head over the the Blue Moon for Brisket and Fried Okra. Maybe some sausage. Wait....Greenbeans and Cornbread. Damn now I'm wanting to hurt an ahole and hungry.

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