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From Fox News:

Louisiana Police: Pit Bull Puppy Chewed Off Baby's Toes While Parents Slept

BOSSIER CITY, La. — A pit bull puppy chewed off four of a baby girl's toes while the child's parents slept, police here said Monday. The parents were booked on charges of child desertion and criminal negligence and were being held in the Bossier Parish Jail pending an initial court appearance.

Police said the parents were sleeping on a mattress in the living room of their residence and the month-old girl was in an infant seat beside them when the puppy began chewing on their baby's toes.

Mary Shannon Hansche, 22, and Christopher Wayne Hansche, 26, told police they woke up to the sound of the baby crying, found her mangled foot and took her to the hospital about 8:30 a.m. Sunday.

"They did not see the dog injuring the child," police spokesman Mark Natale said.

The girl underwent surgery Sunday at Sutton's Children's Hospital in Shreveport. There was no way to reattach the child's toes, Natale said Monday.

The puppy was 6 weeks old and had no record of receiving its shots and will be quarantined for 10 days to check for rabies. Natale said he did not know what the puppy's fate would be after that.

"The puppy itself was just several weeks old! I mean this was essentially a puppy," Natale said.

"This puppy might have been trying to nurse on the toes of this baby," veterinarian Michael Dale speculated. "I know that sounds a little far fetched, but that's the first thing that comes to my mind."

Teresa Miller, who sold the puppy to the Hansches, was skeptical the dog did it. "He didn't chew on anything while he was with me. Out of all of them (in the litter), he was the least chewy."

Another veterinarian, Dr. Valri Brown, said if the puppy chewed off the infant's toes, it would not have happened quickly. "It would have to be a period of time — maybe at least an hour," she said.

Meanwhile, the puppy's been quarantined at Bossier City's animal control office for the next 10 days to check for rabies. Natale said he did not know what the puppy's fate would be after that.

When she is released from the hospital, the child will be placed in a foster home until the case against her parents is settled, officials said.

1) The parents should not have their child sleeping near the floor with a pet around, especially one they hadn't had for long.

2) The parents were sleeping on a mattress on the floor - is that because they could not afford furniture? Buying a pure-bred pitbull before you can afford real furniture, especially for your child is some screwed up priorities.

3) That breeder is a greedy bitch to have let a 6 wk old puppy go when 8 wks is standard. Puppy probably wasn't fully weened yet. Any 6 wk old puppy would have been capable of chewing off a babies toes if it wanted to nurse, even a chauhuaha.

One genius on another forum said he'd throw the dog out the window. I feel bad for the kid, but throwing a 6 wk puppy out a window is no answer.

Most states require a licence to own a dog, but any moron can have a baby.

Many of us are forced by law to wear these things. These laws have been on the books for a long time. You would think that they could make then more comfortable. I was the passenger in a car returning from yet another trip for work and the seatbelt was annoying the crap out of me.

I do not understand why the passenger seatbelts are different than the drivers in many cars. The driver's belt will typically move a bit, allowing the driver to move to look for cars, change the radio, or other things. And as if the whole contraption isn't annoying enough, the passenger's side doesn't move, except to make the fucking thing tighter. I guess passenger's aren't supposed to have an itch or change the radio. We are supposed to be good little passengers and not move a muscle. Exhale? Not allowed, the belt of death tightens its grip like a boa constrictor.

I was stuck in one of these cars for three hours. Buckle-up, get comfortable. Belt starts creeping and rubbing. I try to ignor it. Belt start bothering my boobs (many women have a time every month they don't want "the girls" caressed gently or even in a bra, never mind being scrunched and contorted by a strip of stiff material). Try to move belt to a more comfortable position, even though there is no give. Exhale and the damn that thing tightens up. No choice - have to unbuckle and get a bit of room back.

I had to unbuckle, breath and rebuckle about 4 times, before I unbuckled myself, cursed at it (yes, with a colleage in the car who was driving) and tied a fucking knot in it. Yes, a "fuck you I want to fucking breath, you are not retracting anymore" knot. Choosing between being annoyed half to death or being safe is sad really. And something I think car makers, especially domestic car makers, need to address.

I think, and not just limited to cars, that any engineer that designs something for the consumer should test it first. My proposal: The son-of-a-bitch that designs a seltbelt should be required to be the passenger in car with it for 3 hrs - NO stops, NO unbuckling. Then forced to drive his/her significant other strapped in the passenger seat, so they have to listen to any complaining. I think that there might be a few design changes if they had to test it themselves. Think Detroit will go for it?

This was posted on my supergroup's forum:

"Ok, just to clear up some confusion. I mainly play on Maelstrom (RP-PvP) on the Horde side. I went there because at that time the only other person I new and enjoyed playing CoH with was there, some of you might remember Herbalize/Pain-Rain/Bitter SWT. A little while after that Teh, Faith and Oni started playing on a PvE server, but then changed to a PvP server (Burning Blade) We all started lowbie alts and had alot of fun leveling up and what not. But as things always do people move apart and for me it was purely that my idea of what fun was, was very much differnt than that of the others.

So I went back to my first toon on the first server I was playing on. I have been there mostly since but pop into Liberty and Burning Blade from time to time to say hi to all my friends. I have been in a Raiding Guild now for quite awhile, and on fridays, because we dont have official raids on friday, we do PuG Molten Core runs. Molten Core (we call it MC) is a 40 man raid. The first 40 man and concidered the easyest, and since people have real lifes and alot of us already have all the stuff we want from MC we pick up some PuG's to help fill in the empty spots. Hobbs was one of these extra's and I really wish we would of recorded that session also, as the first things Hobbs said once he got on vent was "All you bitches better back off my might" (might is a set of warrior gear)

Anyhow 4 days later he pops into vent and starts to hit on all the females in the guild. Hope you enjoy as much as I did"

http://www.wyvers.com/misc/hobss.mp3

Listen - discuss.

I got woke up the this morning by my cat with yet another mouse. At the moment I was pretty pissed off at having my beloved sleep disturbed. However in the light of morning it was pretty damn funny.

I woke to a squeek. Turned on the light in the room I feed my cats to see one of my cats with a mouse. Cat steps back and mouse rears up on its hind legs and lunges at the cat. Cat looks like "what the . . . ?" I grab something to try to beat the mouse and fail, mouse runs under dresser. Cat leaves room. I close door so mouse can't easily get out. Cat REFUSES to go back into room. So does my other cat. I go in room with broom, get the bastard out from its hiding place - it is attached to my broom by its teeth! It attacked my broom a couple more times. I managed to drop a stiff bag over it and contain the little bastard without much more incident.

Holy fuck! Never thought a mouse would be that aggressive. I wish the camera was charged and I was awake enough to think of it. That would have made one funny ass YouTube.

I am not a normal girl - I hate shopping. I hate dressing up. Every once in a while the urge to act like a girl emerges (or I am requested to make believe). One of these occations has arisen - I am going to a rather fancy Christmas party. I got the outfit - no problem. Shoes, hmmm, shoes. Looked in the closet - nothing suitable. So, I had to go shoe shopping for some dressy shoes.

I start my trek. One thing becomes clear, Sexy and City has ruined my shoe choices. There are nothing by 3 inch high, strappy stelletoes of death. My anxiety level rises. Where are some cute little babydolls? To make things even more fun, I am fucking Sasquatch - size 10 or 11.

At the 4th store - I finally try on a pair of 2 inch high heels with wide heel. I realize I am not longer able to stand tippy toe and forget walking. At the 5th store, patience waning - I find a pair of "kitten heel" shoes - 1 inch high but skinny. Try walking and almost take out a rack. I realize this in not going well. My choices are uncomfortable, dangerous, or something I would expect to wear full support hose with. I am beaten. I muster all my discipline and trek to a 6th store.

What is that I see? A babydoll? huh? what? but ... but ... its a sneaker. Try it on, feels great! I bought them. I'm going to wear them. I'm hoping NO ONE looks that closely at my feet. But at least the shoe shopping torment is over and I can still secretly be the schleppy geek in sneakers I really wanna be - even if I look all dressed up.