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[Richard]

Wiggles was a lab mix. My understanding with Labs is, they tend to be a 1 person dog. As such, I tended to stay in the background with Wiggles because my wife took a particular loving to the dog and I wanted those two to have the bond. Wiggles name came from the fact that as she wagged her tail, it literally shook her entire body, tip to tip. She almost looked like she was in some form of seizure given the completeness of her wiggles. She became the favorite of the wife, sleeping on her blanket in the bedroom with us every night and at times, on the bed with us.

Wiggles loved to plow and dig with her nose. We have a rock / flower garden (retaining wall) behind house that is made of smaller rocks. One day, I noticed Wiggles playing on top of the garden and then with her paws stretched out front, and her nose plowing into the dirt, she started to push pine bark chips down the slope like a little bulldozer.

She was a quiet dog, very loving. She was very learned also. We could let her into the house in the basement (before bed) and she would rocket up both flights of stairs, zip into the bedroom, march to her blanket and plop down for the night. You could not have scripted it any better. In the mornings, if she had to “go”, she’d get in your face and let you know something was up. Fact of the matter is, she could go to bed at 10:00 at night and at 11:30 the next morning, STILL be lazily hanging around with me/us finally throwing her outside so WE can go.

One morning, I needed to get her out about 7:00 so we could get ready for work. She strolled towards the door, I was behind her, blocking her path to her blanket on the floor. She decided she didn’t want to go outside, so she turned around to go back to bed. (I wonder dear wife, where she learned THAT from????????????)

I was blocking her path to her blanket, so she walked to her left. I stepped to the side to block her and she suddenly realized I was not going to let her back. Rather than turn around to go outside, she tried to go straight, I blocked her again, she juked to her right like a football player and I responded juking to my left to block her… as I juked to my left, she quickly juked BACK to HER left (my right) and got around me, jumping on the bed to be near Wifey. Well, we were both laughing so hard at this point at her determined efforts to stay in bed with the wife, I was “released” from getting her outside and the wifey did it later on.

 

[Richard]

Daisy was abandoned by our house last spring. She was hardly able to walk and was emaciated. At night, she would crawl behind my speaker and curl up in the smallest place she could find and curl up into the smallest ball she could become. Her pads were cut to pieces and she would pathetically cower to any human that approached her, though she never showed any anger. A trip to the vet concluded that she had been abused and kept in a very small cage, required to walk/live in her own feces, hence the shredded up pads on her feet.

I gave her all her shots at the vet, took her home as we decided what we might do with her, we finally decided we’d keep her and she went BACK to the vet to get spayed.

Daisy was a funny dog. Full of personality and excitement. Very classic in her excitement as a dog that raced every day to greet us as we got home from work. In the beginning it wasn’t that easy though. Because of her feet, she would NOT run at all. Indeed, she could barely walk. She walked “light on her feet” like a Klidesdale horse walks deliberate on their feet. She stayed at our doorstep when we left for work, and hardly moved all day, save food and water.

The vet said she’d probably heal over the next couple weeks and we’d start to notice differences in her.

Long story short, her feet healed, her cowering tendencies though always lurking, subsided greatly. I got my dirt bike out one day for kicks, and discovered that she LOVED to chase me on it while the other dogs lazily looked on. I’ve never had a dog as fast as her, I would drive down the road at 25 mph and she’d be keeping up with me.

She was an outdoor dog. She loved to try to get into the garbage. If the garage door was open, I could count on ONE boot, ONE glove, (always singular item when dealing with boots/gloves, never the pair) disappearing only to turn up in the yard later with her flipping it around and chasing it as she threw it to herself.

I’ve never in my life seen a dog that wanted to give so much love, and in fact, asked for love in return. She was always trying to curl up on your lap, loved to be petted… in many respects, just like any other normal dog, but she seemed to be “needier”. I finally attributed it to her evidently being abused and now that she was “dumped” (thankfully) on a family that took to her, she wanted to make up for lost loving.

 

[Richard]

Christmas day I was out on my backhoe just puttering around the farm and the dogs were running by my side the whole way. I’d told the wife a number of times that if anything bad ever happened to Daisy, it would likely be some hunter in need of glasses shooting at her in the woods thinking she’s a deer. (Daisy “pranced” more than “ran”) The way I see her trot through the woods is EXACTLY how I see deer trot through the woods with more of a “jumping” movement than a run.

As I was out on the backhoe returning to home on Christmas day, I thought to myself “Daisy, if we can just get you past January 7 (end of hunting here), you will be “ok” and we won’t have to worry about any accidents with you”

December 26, I went to my father in laws house (2 doors down) and put his new vcr/dvd player together for him at roughly 5:00. I heard a gunshot and realized it seemed close. Then again, I’m not a gun expert and I was inside and focused on something, but it DID register in me. Later on, I was in his bedroom trying to fix his OTHER TV set and my sister in law came in to visit. During talk, she mentioned rather casually, she thought she might have heard the dogs whining out in the woods, but she wasn’t sure.

As Wiggles was less than 1 year old and Daisy was roughly 1 ½ per Vet’s guess, they have a lot of energy in them and are always wrestling each other and ultimately, whining when one gets the drop on the other, so I didn’t pay much heed to her words.

Darkness came and the dogs weren’t to be found at the house. 10:00 came, no Daisy nor Wiggles. Tubby (our 3rd dog) was laying on their bed just as quiet as could be.

Daisy was an early (to bed) dog… cold natured. She came into the house as it got dark and would lay down to go to sleep (she finally grew (emotionally) out of her tiny corner and slept on the mattress with the other dogs). Wiggles and Tubby at times, stay next door, so not seeing Wiggles wasn’t a red flag.

At 11:00 We piled into the car and drove around, nothing. Honestly speaking, I had a very bad feeling in my gut.

The next morning, no Wiggles, no Daisy. I went out looking for them. Seems the gunshot I heard WAS close like I thought. Some “[CENSORED]” hunter shot the dogs and murdered them by the roadside, maybe 100’ off the paved road, on the dirt access road to a cemetery. Wiggles was found half immersed in a large mud puddle and Daisy was less than 10 feet away next to a tree.

Wiggles was shot through the chest and “probably” was killed fairly quick. Daisy was shot more in the back end and left to die. It was likely Daisy that my sis in law heard whining.

I’ve reported this to TVA (Tennessee Valley Authority), Sheriff, newspaper (who put it on front page). This/these hunters have declared war and I intend to give them what they want.

I’m sure if the hunter HAD been caught, he’d make a claim about how vicious these dogs were and probably were salivating at the thought of eating him alive, when in TRUTH, if the dogs were fighting, it was a fight between the two of them to see which one could lick the hunter first and show him some love.

Little did I know the prior day when I mentally told Daisy “if we can just get you past January 7 so an accident doesn’t happen to you”, that she’d be murdered and left to die the very next night.

 

[Richard]

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I’m going to try to post the newspaper article, I’m in process of contacting the paper for permission to copy it here so that everything is legal.

I have MORE pics currently in camera showing my next level of battle in this fight. If these sons of (son of a female dog) want to show displeasure…fine. I shall too, but I’ll do my best to do MINE legally.

Like most who live rurally, we have an issue with trash, trespassing, theft and now, dog murder. I also found out that a neighbor of ours had HIS 3 hounds murdered same way roughly 2 years ago and they were dumped together in a marshy spot in the woods between his land, our land and another neighbors land.

I called TVA and got their permission in writing to block this dirt access road to this cemetery. It’s an old family cemetery, 100 feet from the paved road, the last known survivor has passed away. This is a “highway” in/out and parking lot used primarily by hunters and 4 wheelers to get in/out of the woods, and also to park.

I’ve contacted the sheriff, county, TVA, wildlife officer and all had a meeting at the dock one day. They all agreed that our road was rather narrow (12 feet) and we didn’t really need vehicles parked on side of road as it created a hazard. The county put up no parking signs and the Sheriff’s dept enforces it. The “long term” plan is to turn this swath of TVA land (lakeside, with retirement community on other side) into a walking trail. As such, they will gate the dirt road and block some other access points (I’ll have pics when this next roll is developed).

I called TVA Monday and said, if it’s going to be blocked in the future, what’s it matter if you do it “tomorrow”, or in 6 months? I told him about the dogs and he faxed me permission to block it immediately, thereby forcing any motorized vehicles (which are technically illegal inside this tract of woods) to either park on roadside (hehehe parking tickets) OR to drive 1 ½ miles back to the planned parking area and WALK their hiney’s into the woods.

I ordered 20 tons of BOULDERS and had them delivered on Monday. I left work early, took 4 of the largest boulders and blocked the dirt road. I used the rest of them to make a rock wall blocking another problem area we have. I told the guy at the rock quarry I was blocking a driveway and wanted rocks that when someone came face to face with them, they’d stop and think “)#&*#@ NOW what am I going to do???”

Wednesday, another truck became stuck in woods, the dudes are breaking law BEING there in first place, and there are hints (rock roadblocks) about staying out… but they still seek out us locals to “help”. Right. My neighbor told them I’d help get them out, but it’d be $100 up front. They laughed and said go to…

Yesterday they returned with a full sized dump truck, trailer, and industrial backhoe. Took the backhoe through the woods, up some pretty ugly trails and pulled the truck out themselves. Their truck had about 4 inches of water/mud in the floorboard where the doorsill was underwater.

Last night my neighbor came over, there was group of teenagers at his house wanting the trees moved. (prior road block that the boulders replaced that I pushed onto a trail to get them out of way). He told them sorry, but no one could help them. Evidently, they left quite mad that they were not able to use 50 feet of ONE trail (out of 100 acres of woods/trails)

My neighbor told them THEY can kiss HIS hiney, that “we” (all living out here) were tired of their (generic) trespassing, drugs, garbage blah blah blah… and if they didn’t like it, they could call TVA


I’m rambling, my apologies. There are so many things going on in my head about this that it’s keeping me from doing what I want to do… and that is cry out

THE [censored] KILLLLLLLLLLLLLLLED MY DOGSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS

For any of these low life morons that scream about “their rights being infringed upon”, all I have to say is, had they respected our boundaries, had they respected TVA’s boundaries and all property blah blah… none of this would have happened. They can thank themselves (or their lack of self policing) for creating this issue, all I’m doing is carrying the torch they lit. Since they murdered 2 of my dogs in cold blood, I intend on carrying this torch HIGH, proud and for a long time. They want war? No problem.

PS… for ANYONE reading this that concludes that I’m anti-hunter, anti-hunting, anti-4-wheeling, anti hiker, camping, other anti anti’s…you are flat wrong. We have some people that use our very land to hunt. This ain’t about ‘hunting’, just happens to be ‘hunters’ (and I use that very loosely for them) that seem to cause the majority of our issues… let me rephrase that… the preponderance of our issues seem to occur during hunting SEASON, when typically we get more hunters out our way than campers. Does it mean it’s hunters doing all of this? No. Conversely, is it reasonable that if something quacks like a duck, swims like a duck…to conclude that it might WALK like a duck? I think so.

 

[Richard]

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Daisy

 

[Richard]

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Wiggles

 

[Richard]

I might add that I told the wife regarding Daisy...

As per indications, her origional owner abused her. Of course, we can't know that positivly, just from the evidence.

When they abandonded Daisy where we are (250 acres) they in hindsight, dropped her off at Dog heaven. For an outdoor dog that loved to run and was fast as the wind, a 'regular' yard would have been captivity. As it was, (other than living first at hand of an abuser and then dying at the hand of an abuser)... I think she lived a nice part of her life as happy as she (or near any dog) could have been... I'm glad that in between the two (censored's) that had a hand with her, she was dropped off with us and we got to know her. I already miss them both dearly.

 

[Boondox]

Richard -- My heart goes out to you, buddy! What a horrible thing to have to experience...and the lack of proof as to who dun it must be eating away at you! I have five of the most wonderful dogs in the world, and live in dread of some idiot doing something like that to them. In fact, the only fight I ever got into (outside my Marine Corps days) was some fool of a trespasser who stabbed one of my dogs with a sharp pole. Beat the &%#$ out of him, and then my Alpha male bit him a few times for good measure.

Can't abide by folks who abuse dogs, and the low-life who did this is the worst sort of sub-human. It seems to me you were the target, not the dogs; and they sure knew how to hurt you.

Pete and his pack (Molson, Tetley, Harley, Glenfiddich and Tuppence)

 

[Richard]

Thank you for your thoughts.... words still elude what I REALLY want to say. I guess if we were all in a bar, verses a family oriented tractor forum I could speak a bit more free... I think any reasonable person has a clue though.

If I was the target then they sure showed their manliness (showing the kind of slobs we get our way)

That said, if I AM the target, then it's these slob hunters we get out here. (slob hunter as defined as slime of the earth person who hunts, not calling hunters slobs)

I've already upped the ante a bit with them regarding the blockage of the access roads. I did it legally, with written permission from TVA. NOTHING I've done has interfered with the 'fact' of them hunting. It's only making them have to get off their duff and WALK a bit further.

If these slob sub-humans CHOOSE to be lazy and not want to trek into the woods, hunt, trash, other...and find ANOTHER place to do said activities.... it is of course, THEIR choice /forums/images/graemlins/wink.gif I'm just trying to help them choose.

 

[Richard]

The newspaper article

"News - Herald"