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Animal Cruelty
Posted On 11/30/2007 20:58:01




Animal Cruelty & Mutilation
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From: Melissa http://www.yuwie.com/profile/?id=248828
Sent: 11/29/2007 9:36:31 AM

I HAVENT HAD TIME TO DO ANYTHING ON HERE. I AM THE ONE WHO IS ALL OVER THE NEWS THAT HAD HER ANIMALS MUTILATED AND PUT ON MY VECHICLE. THESE WERE MY DAUGHTERS ANIMALS. HERE IS THE POLICE REPORT-Police investigating disturbing case of animal cruelty in Rossiter
Written by Staff reports
ROSSITER • Punxsutawney-based Pennsylvania State Police are investigating a disturbing incident of animal cruelty that occurred along Canoe Ridge Road, Rossiter, shortly after midnight Thursday. According to police, there were strange noises coming from the outside of the victims’ residence. Police investigated and found two domestic pygmy goats and a pet rabbit just off the porch at the rear of the residence.
Both goats had their throats cut, and one goat had been thrown onto the hood of the victim’s truck. The rabbit had been thrown onto the dash on the interior of the truck.
The victim then discovered that the front passenger side tire of his 2000 Dodge Truck was flat and had been sliced with a sharp object.
When the victim began checking on other animals on the property, it was discovered that two horses had also been victims of this hideous act. One Quarter horse had a severe laceration on its neck, and another Palomino horse also had a laceration.
A local veterinarian assisted at the scene.
Anyone with information is strongly urged to call PSP Punxsutawney at 938-0510, as this investigation will continue. THERE IS A GROUP TAKING DONATIONS FOR REWARD MONEY TO CATCH THESE PERPS. ANYONE WHO WANTs MORE DETAILED INFO and or pics EMAIL - luckylilchoice@excite.com THERE WERE AT LEAST 3 People.WE ARE SO CRUSHED AND MENTALLY DISTRAUGHT.PLEASE PASS THIS TO ALL OF YOUR FRIENDS. AND ANYONE THAT IS ABLE TO HELP IT WOULD BE GREATLY APPRECIATED.

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Angels on my shoulder
Posted On 11/30/2007 19:40:50
In 1960, I woke up one morning with six hungrybabies and just 75 cents in my pocket. Their father was gone. The boys rangedfrom 3 months to 7 years; their sister was 2. Their Dad had never been muchmore than a presence they feared. 


Whenever they heard his tires crunch on the gravel driveway they would scrambleto hide under their beds. 


He did manage to leave $15 a week to buy groceries.


Now that he had decided to leave, there would be no more beatings, but no foodeither. 


If there was a welfare system in effect in southern Indiana at that time, Icertainly knew nothing about it. I scrubbed the kids until they looked brandnew and then put on my best homemade dress, loaded them into the rusty old '51Chevy and drove off to find a job. 


The seven of us went to every factory, store and restaurant in our small town.No luck.


The kids stayed crammed into the car and tried to be quiet while I tried toconvince whomever would listen that I was willing to learn or do anything. Ihad to have a job. 


Still no luck. The last place we went to, just a few miles out of town, was anold Root Beer Barrel drive-in that had been converted to a truck stop. It wascalled the Big Wheel.


An old lady named Granny owned the place and she peeked out of the window fromtime to time at all those kids. She needed someone on the graveyard shift, 11at night until 7 in the morning. She paid 65 cents an hour, and I could startthat night. 



I raced home and called the teenager down the streetthat baby-sat for people. I bargained with her to come and sleep on my sofa fora dollar a night. She could arrive with her pajamas on and the kids wouldalready be asleep. This seemed like a good arrangement to her, so we made a deal.


That night when the little ones and I knelt to say our prayers, we all thankedGod for finding Mommy a job. And so I started at the Big Wheel.


When I got home in the mornings I woke the baby-sitter up and sent her homewith one dollar of my tip money -- fully half of what I averaged every night.As the weeks went by, heating bills added a strain to my meager wage. 


The tires on the old Chevy had the consistency of penny balloons and began toleak. I had to fill them with air on the way to work and again every morningbefore I could go home. 


One bleak fall morning, I dragged myself to the car to go home and found fourtires in the back seat. New tires! There was no note, no nothing, just thosebeautiful brand new tires. Had angels taken up residence in Indiana, Iwondered? 


I made a deal with the local service station. In exchange for his mounting thenew tires, I would clean up his office. I remember it took me a lot longer toscrub his floor than it did for him to do the tires.


I was now working six nights instead of five and it still wasn't enough.Christmas was coming and I knew there would be no money for toys for the kids.


I found a can of red paint and started repairing and painting some old toys.Then hid them in the basement so there would be something for Santa to deliveron Christmas morning. Clothes were a worry, too. I was sewing patches on top ofpatches on the boys pants and soon they would be too far gone to repair. 


On Christmas Eve the usual customers were drinking coffee in the Big Wheel.These were the truckers, Les, Frank and Jim, and a state trooper named Joe.


A few musicians were hanging around after a gig at the Legion and were droppingnickels in the pinball machine. The regulars all just sat around and talkedthrough the wee hours of the morning and then left to get home before the suncame up. 


When it was time for me to go home at 7 on Christmas morning, to my amazement,my old battered Chevy was filled full to the top with boxes of all shapes andsizes. I quickly opened the driver's side door, crawled inside and kneeled in the front facing the back seat. 


Reaching back, I pulled off the lid of the top box. Inside was a whole case oflittle blue jeans, sizes 2-10! I looked inside another box: It was full ofshirts to go with the jeans. Then I peeked inside some of the other boxes.There was candy and nuts and bananas and bags of groceries. 


There was an enormous ham for baking, and canned vegetables and potatoes. Therewas pudding and Jell-O and cookies, pie filling and flour. There was a wholebag of laundry supplies and cleaning items.


And there were five toy trucks and one beautiful little doll. 


As I drove back through empty streets as the sun slowly rose on the mostamazing Christmas Day of my life, I was sobbing with gratitude. And I willnever forget the joy on the faces of my little ones that precious morning. 


Yes, there were angels in Indiana that long-ago December. And they all hung outat the Big Wheel truck stop .


THE POWER OF PRAYER. I believe that God only gives three answers to prayer:


1. 'Yes!' 2. 'Not yet.'3. 'I have something better in mind.' 


God still sits on the throne; the devil is a liar. You may be going through atough time right now, but God is getting ready to bless you in a way that youcannot imagine. 


Monty and his Boy Joey
Posted On 11/29/2007 15:44:53
Monty and His Friend Joey, thats his Boy



    


 

Monty and his boy Joey Now Joey is his 6 year old Boy.  They are in a constant tassel for all Joeys Toys.   Joey pushes a huge Dump Truck, but Monty knows, he can get that with a little luck. Joey loves to Play with his matchbox cars.  He push’s them  and sit’s to see if they go far. Monty lays in wait, watching for his chance for them to take.   As that car goes buzzing by, the red one catch’s Monty’s eye. With a huge leap, Monty pounces on that cool red Jeep. Joey now, to him that’s not funny.  I think he would rather play with a bunny. At least he knows the bunny, would be not interested in his toys, because that’s not funny, at least to this little boy. Monty says “Cowboy up”, Line up those cars and set them up.  That lower lip you just pick it up.  Cause I’m Monty the Hot Rod Pup.. 

And so this day of competition ends, Both boy and Pup forever friends.

 

For wonderful treasures for all to enjoy, go to Monty’s favorite on-line store for Big and Little Boys.      Shoppingwithbets.com 

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Monty the Pup had a busy Wednesday
Posted On 11/28/2007 15:25:08
 




Monty's busy Wednesday.


Wednesday, Nov 28, 2007







Monty’s busy Wednesday began like this.  Slower would have been my wish.

 

Monty had some fun today, he went outside, as he loves, to play.

 He chased the cats to the barn and back.

There was no Sun, just fog and rain, but staying in the house was just a strain.

 

At morning coffee he played with glee.



 



He had two more dogs in the family.

 

Saks alive that made five!

 

Five dogs that ate like hogs…..

 

Treats they got as is the habit, but Monty would steal them quick as a rabbit.

 

He gobbled his down and headed for another, only to be stopped by his Mother.

 

His waist is growing and his eating is not slowing.  Soon, a large belly will be showing.

 

As we watch Monty play, He’s giving the rest of them a bad day.

 

The Postal man, a package does deliver.  Monty run’s to protect the home, out he runs as quick as a shiver.

 

Down the road Monty does go, sniffing and running he does not slow.

 

His Mom’s in a leg brace, that’s funny to see.  He watched her run after him and was filled with glee.

 

No way was he getting within reach, Mom said a lesson she would teach.

 

Oh No! Here comes a huge black dog, down the road at a fast jog.

 

He began to herd that silly pup. Mom was there to pick him up.

 

Back in the house, off he took, no idea his Mom was shook.

 

His adventures are never ending, but for tonight my story is ending.



 



 

Here’s a joke that was sent to me, share it with friends and family.

  

A cowboy appeared before St. Peter at the Pearly Gates.

 "Have you ever done anything of particular merit?" St. Peter asked.

 "Well, I can think of one thing," the cowboy offered. "Once, on a trip to the Black Hills out in South Dakota, I came upon a gang of bikers, who were threatening a young woman.  I directed them to leave her alone, but they wouldn't listen.  So, I approached the largest and most heavily tattooed biker and smacked him in his face, kicked his bike over, ripped out his nose ring, and threw it on the ground.  I yelled, "Now, back off!!  Or I'll kick the ---- out of all of you!"

 St. Peter was impressed, "When did this happen?"

 "Just a couple minutes ago..."



 



Holidays are coming, I think I'll buy Monty something.



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