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07/18/2003
serial dog-killer loose in portland
Over the past two weeks, an estimated sixteen dogs have been poisoned after eating paraquat-laced meat nuggets left anonymously in a Southeast Portland park. At least eight have died. It's the same park where I was going to walk Cookie about a week ago ... but didn't. You can read more about the story here. But not dogs. They're as untainted as an Arctic snowbank. I protect my twenty-pound she-pug with the ferocity of a hysterical mother. And this is where I wind up sounding like one of those unhinged crime-fighting proles: "Whoever's doing this better hope the cops catch him before I do." Because I'd stuff him in a sausage skin and throw him to the dogs.
This is the first news story in a long time which has upset me. I'm probably revealing too much personal pathology here, but after hearing most of the murdered-man / raped-woman / abducted-child news flashes that send most citizens into a tizzy, I can eat a donut and fall asleep. I figure that all humans are guilty of something. If they're not directly guilty of an act that led to their victimization, they're undeniably guilty of something else.