Insert traditional thespian masks here.

[cowgirlheather]

The other day, I took Rascal across the street with me to get the mail. Now, our mailbox is right in front of The Jerk's huge corral, wherein he keeps two sad little horses, a palomino and an appy. (And I do mean little; they've got to be yearlings.) I got the mail, and then the two horses noticed Rascal and came FLYING over to visit, whinnying

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[scioltamente]

Are there animal-neglect laws you can invoke here?

[the_surfacer]

Yeah, I'm thinking it's time to call the authorities. That, or figure out some way to fly me down there so I can pull out this prick's intestines and feed them back to him. Animal cruelty just goes completely out the window of human decency and lands on the freeway where it needs to be run over repeatedly and then perhaps shot, along with this metaphor.

And while I'm destroying this asshat, you can hug the horsies and groom them and feed them and give them treats.

Love the icon!

[cowgirlheather]

I'm currently looking for some place to call. The SPCA around here only gets involved with dogs and cats, and we don't have a horse rescue. The police aren't any help, either. We called them when this guy had dogs cooped up in cages they could barely turn around in and they issued him a warning. After about a year, he got rid of them -- how, I don't want to know. He threatened to shoot them when my mom went over to talk to him about it (after behaving like a total son of a bitch toward her). So until I can find somebody, somewhere, the most I can hope for is that one of these horses will buck him off and break his neck.