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Cops: Breeder hit with dead Chihuahua

Leonard Washington

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i don't know if i should laugh or shake my head.


ST. PETERS, Missouri (AP) -- A woman angry that her new puppy had died pushed her way into a dog breeder's home and repeatedly hit her on the head with the dead Chihuahua, authorities said.

The 33-year-old woman told police she had taken the puppy to a veterinarian, who said it was only 4 weeks old and needed to be returned to its mother. But before she could return the puppy, it died.

Early Wednesday, the woman went to the breeder's home, pushed her way inside and began fighting with the breeder as she tried to make her way to the basement to get another puppy, police said.

The breeder wrestled the woman out of her house to the front porch, where the woman then hit the breeder over the head numerous times with the dead puppy, the St. Louis Post-Dispatch reported, citing police.

As the woman drove away, she waved the dead puppy out of the car's sunroof and yelled threats at the breeder, police said. She later called the breeder and threatened her and her family, according to court records.

Police said they are considering felony burglary and misdemeanor assault charges against the woman.

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When I first met you, I knew I loved you.

Now that one + one is two, I don't wanna

*** inside of you. Now I kiss your lips,

now I mount your hips. Now I read

your mind, your slimey hind--Sublime!

I'm feeling the peeling, mind reeling.

I race unto the plague. I'll bring you

a big coat of butter--to slick your

dead *** way. I'm in love with a

dead dog...

Paw in fist we stalk through the

rutabaga garden. We've been to the clinic,

we know our love is clean. We walk to-

gether, but fill up seperately. We share

a cheese ball. We just do it all. The

butter so bitter, the ****ter. Well it

gapes vacantly. The higher the litter,

the ****ter, has justly righted three...

(The Death of Pookie)

You begin to bore me, with your breath

like rubber. You scream "Don't stop",

I hope you don't pop. I'm in love, with

a shove, meaty glove.

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