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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.

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.

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.

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