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Post by RS Davis on Sept 9, 2004 19:09:47 GMT -5
Pup shoots man, saves litter mates
 The four surviving puppies are being treated at the Escambia County Animal Shelter.
PENSACOLA, Florida (AP) -- Nice shootin', Rex!
A man who tried to shoot seven puppies was shot himself when one of the dogs put its paw on the revolver's trigger.
Jerry Allen Bradford, 37, was charged with felony animal cruelty, the Escambia County Sheriff's Office said Wednesday. He was being treated at a hospital for a gunshot wound to his wrist.
Bradford said he decided to shoot the 3-month-old shepherd-mix dogs in the head because he couldn't find them a home, according to the sheriff's office.
On Monday, Bradford was holding two puppies -- one in his arms and another in his left hand -- when the dog in his hand wiggled and put its paw on the trigger of the .38-caliber revolver. The gun then discharged, the sheriff's report said.
Deputies found three of the puppies in a shallow grave outside Bradford's home, said sheriff's Sgt. Ted Roy.
The other four appeared to be in good health and were taken by Escambia County Animal Control, which planned to make them available for adoption.
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Post by n2nsites on Sept 12, 2004 11:17:04 GMT -5
Thought bubble above dog:
"Take that you motherfucker..."
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Post by Kender on Sept 12, 2004 11:43:23 GMT -5
or...with the most innocent look you can imagine....
"Did I do that?"
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Post by outgirl on Sept 12, 2004 13:59:59 GMT -5
I'm an animal lover. I just don't understand how someone could do that. It's like hunting. I don't really have anything against hunting. I understand the whole overpopulation theory dude. It's just I don't understand how anyone could look thru the scope at a big beautiful deer and still pull the trigger. How could you want to kill that?
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Post by zombiekiller on Sept 12, 2004 22:36:18 GMT -5
That dog needs a zombie squad t-shirt.
Speaking of which, I just saw the new shipment and they look great. We even have "Zombie Beaters" for the hip hop folks (it's basically a black wife-beater....um...that's a lousy phrase....oh look a squirrel).
Shameless commercialism...gotta love it.
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Post by Kender on Sept 12, 2004 23:43:20 GMT -5
I'm an animal lover. I just don't understand how someone could do that. It's like hunting. I don't really have anything against hunting. I understand the whole overpopulation theory dude. It's just I don't understand how anyone could look thru the scope at a big beautiful deer and still pull the trigger. How could you want to kill that? I'm not a hunter, but as long as you eat what you kill, I don't have a problem with it. Don't know that I could do it myself, though. I don't have a desire to. That said, I think that in a way, hunting is almost healthier than buying food from the store. Hunting is honest. You know that you live because you killed something. Killing isn't something to glorify, it's just a fact of life. You kill, you eat. This is true for all of us, of course, it's just that most of us are separated from the killing. We have people to do that for us. So we get to pretend that the food comes from the store, and that's the end of the story. We forget that we live because something else dies. Separated from this fact, killing can become something to glorify rather than a boring fact of life. Not saying there is a causal relationship necessarily, but that it is a variable. Well, it's 11:42 PM and I have to work in the morning, so that's as much on that subject as I'm going to write for now. ;D |
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Post by zombiekiller on Sept 12, 2004 23:53:33 GMT -5
Sometimes you look at something so beautiful and peaceful, and the only possible thing you can do is destroy it.
No, I'm kidding.
Like Tasslehoff says (there's my geekdom for you), when hunting is about food, it's kind of a pure thing. You haven't done any disrespect to the animal, since all animals are part of a food chain anyway. As long as you respect that the animal is responsible for giving you sustenance, no harm no foul.
Of course you could have just let the poor thing live and eaten a fucking salad.
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Post by pyro on Sept 13, 2004 2:13:45 GMT -5
Well, if you are reading this you've been responcible for the deaths of hundreds of thousands of organisms, be they cows or cabbages. And who is to say that a head of lettuce isn't a sentient being? If you think abou- Nevermind, I tend to ramble when tired (ok, all the time). I think the whole hunting because of over population is just an excuse (although possibly a valid one, but people make a to big of a deal out of it) to justify killing something, when they don't want to say "yeah, I killed a dear for the purpose of sustaining my own life", society tells us that being graphically honest is bad. If someone shoots a dear in the wild, it lived its life free and happy. It wasn't pent up in a box, injected with drugs to make it fatten up as soon as possible. The hunter spent a few cents on the bullet, while (and I am guessing) an equal amount of meat would probably run more than a hundred dollars if purchased. If you really think about it, that is less money into the meat market and one less cow that lives its life in a box. I am really sorry if what I wrote was an eligible piece of trash, it is 2:11 in the morning and I need can't sleep at all.  I couldn't resit, they look so funny... |
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Post by whatever on Sept 13, 2004 7:37:25 GMT -5
Well, if you are reading this you've been responcible for the deaths of hundreds of thousands of organisms, be they cows or cabbages. And who is to say that a head of lettuce isn't a sentient being? If you think abou- Nevermind, I tend to ramble when tired (ok, all the time). I think the whole hunting because of over population is just an excuse (although possibly a valid one, but people make a to big of a deal out of it) to justify killing something, when they don't want to say "yeah, I killed a dear for the purpose of sustaining my own life", society tells us that being graphically honest is bad. If someone shoots a dear in the wild, it lived its life free and happy. It wasn't pent up in a box, injected with drugs to make it fatten up as soon as possible. The hunter spent a few cents on the bullet, while (and I am guessing) an equal amount of meat would probably run more than a hundred dollars if purchased. If you really think about it, that is less money into the meat market and one less cow that lives its life in a box. I am really sorry if what I wrote was an eligible piece of trash, it is 2:11 in the morning and I need can't sleep at all. I couldn't resit, they look so funny... It wasn't trash sweetheart  And I'm very glad you didn't eat the mice  |
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Post by n2nsites forgot to login again on Sept 13, 2004 8:05:53 GMT -5
I'm not a hunter, but as long as you eat what you kill, I don't have a problem with it. Don't know that I could do it myself, though. I don't have a desire to. That said, I think that in a way, hunting is almost healthier than buying food from the store. Hunting is honest. You know that you live because you killed something. Killing isn't something to glorify, it's just a fact of life. You kill, you eat. This is true for all of us, of course, it's just that most of us are separated from the killing. We have people to do that for us. So we get to pretend that the food comes from the store, and that's the end of the story. We forget that we live because something else dies. Separated from this fact, killing can become something to glorify rather than a boring fact of life. Not saying there is a causal relationship necessarily, but that it is a variable. Well, it's 11:42 PM and I have to work in the morning, so that's as much on that subject as I'm going to write for now. ;D You know Kender....that is so true. Why am I not a vegetarian? Because I can pretend those burgers were made from anything I want. I am very good at delusional life. I like meat. I don't like knowing my food had eyes. The eyes get me every time. When I catch a fish, if it looks at me.....that's it. Going back in the water. My husband gets so exasperated. |
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Post by outgirl on Sept 13, 2004 10:52:52 GMT -5
You know Kender....that is so true. Why am I not a vegetarian? Because I can pretend those burgers were made from anything I want. I am very good at delusional life. I like meat. I don't like knowing my food had eyes. The eyes get me every time. When I catch a fish, if it looks at me.....that's it. Going back in the water. My husband gets so exasperated. I feel the same way. It may be dishonest but I prefer my food be prepared by the butcher. I want nothing to do with cleaning or skinning. I agree with everyone that hunting may be more honest, etc. but I just can't pull the trigger myself. When I lived in the country, I always got suggestions that I should get a cow and raise for beef. I could never do that. Raise it, feed it from a baby calf. And the babies are so damn cute. Could you imagine xmas dinner. Where's daisy...we ate her for dinner. UGH! |
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Post by RS Davis on Sept 13, 2004 11:00:00 GMT -5
I feel the same way. It may be dishonest but I prefer my food be prepared by the butcher. I want nothing to do with cleaning or skinning. I agree with everyone that hunting may be more honest, etc. but I just can't pull the trigger myself. When I lived in the country, I always got suggestions that I should get a cow and raise for beef. I could never do that. Raise it, feed it from a baby calf. And the babies are so damn cute. Could you imagine xmas dinner. Where's daisy...we ate her for dinner. UGH! I don't see anything wrong with having someone else do it for you. It's the division of labor. If you had to hunt, who would do the nursing? - Rick |
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Post by outgirl on Sept 13, 2004 11:05:17 GMT -5
I don't see anything wrong with having someone else do it for you. It's the division of labor. If you had to hunt, who would do the nursing? - Rick very good point..I like that. |
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Post by n2nsites on Sept 13, 2004 12:35:34 GMT -5
I feel the same way. It may be dishonest but I prefer my food be prepared by the butcher. I want nothing to do with cleaning or skinning. I agree with everyone that hunting may be more honest, etc. but I just can't pull the trigger myself. When I lived in the country, I always got suggestions that I should get a cow and raise for beef. I could never do that. Raise it, feed it from a baby calf. And the babies are so damn cute. Could you imagine xmas dinner. Where's daisy...we ate her for dinner. UGH! Have I ever told the story about my pet chickens? I have had six. But the first one, she was a darling chicken. I loved her. Her name was Nugget. We couldn't eat chicken for years. And everytime we went to McDonalds my youngest would cry when he heard McNuggets. Anyway, Nugget started out as a chick who would sit on our laps and watch Jay Leno. yes, we had a room devoted to the pet chicken, because they shit all the time. We had to take most of the furniture out, and put plastic everywhere. When she was old enough, we took her out to Jonesburg. We built a hoosierific chicken pen, with lights and everything. We got her some buddies, reds named Spot and Stripe and a white named Colonel Sander. CS didn't make it too long - he would wander out into the woods and one day didn't come home. Nugget was the only one who would willingly come to people. When I was there she stayed by my side 24/7, sometimes even riding on my shoulder or head. (Yeah, I know it was gross. BUT I LOVED HER.) Her one true fault was walking across the Lexus. Chicken claws are sharp.... But the fox got in and killed Spot and Stripe. So Nugget refused to go back in the pen. No matter how hard we tried she would not. We called it the Pen of Death. She roosted in the evergreens for several months before the fox got her. It was so sad. I didn't eat chicken until I went to KC to see the folks and I couldn't resist the chicken and dumplings. MMMMM. I felt bad. But not that bad... |
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Post by RS Davis on Sept 13, 2004 14:34:50 GMT -5
Have I ever told the story about my pet chickens? I have had six. But the first one, she was a darling chicken. I loved her. Her name was Nugget. We couldn't eat chicken for years. And everytime we went to McDonalds my youngest would cry when he heard McNuggets. Anyway, Nugget started out as a chick who would sit on our laps and watch Jay Leno. yes, we had a room devoted to the pet chicken, because they shit all the time. We had to take most of the furniture out, and put plastic everywhere. When she was old enough, we took her out to Jonesburg. We built a hoosierific chicken pen, with lights and everything. We got her some buddies, reds named Spot and Stripe and a white named Colonel Sander. CS didn't make it too long - he would wander out into the woods and one day didn't come home. Nugget was the only one who would willingly come to people. When I was there she stayed by my side 24/7, sometimes even riding on my shoulder or head. (Yeah, I know it was gross. BUT I LOVED HER.) Her one true fault was walking across the Lexus. Chicken claws are sharp.... But the fox got in and killed Spot and Stripe. So Nugget refused to go back in the pen. No matter how hard we tried she would not. We called it the Pen of Death. She roosted in the evergreens for several months before the fox got her. It was so sad. I didn't eat chicken until I went to KC to see the folks and I couldn't resist the chicken and dumplings. MMMMM. I felt bad. But not that bad... What a truely sad - and bizarre - little story. - Rick |
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