It's a dog-eat-owner world out there. Be sure to feed yours.

I sent a link to this story: http://www.timeslive.co.za/world/2011/09/07/starving-dogs-eat-owner-in-indonesia to my sister.

"Police in Indonesia shot dead three of seven dogs suspected to have eaten their owner who had left the animals for two weeks without food, local media reported Wednesday."

My sister used to be an animal control officer. (Not to be confused with the NASA scientist sister.) Her reply?

"I told you about the time I walked in and found the woman being eaten by her dogs, right? She died of a heart attack or something. Wasn't reported missing for a month. Police sent me in first cause they heard dogs. I rounded the corner and saw her feet kicking. Finished rounding the corner and saw dogs had grabbed her head and were pulling. Her face was gone. Her boobs and stomach were gone. Her face looked like a plate of lasagna with her dentures poking out of it. I couldn't eat lasagna for a year."

Now *I* will be off lasagna for a while

 

Marie Provost did not look her best
The day the cops bust into her lonely nest
in the cheap hotel up on Hollywood west
July 29

She'd been lyin' there for two or three weeks
The neighbors said they never heard a squeak
While hungry eyes that could not speak
said even little doggies have got to eat

chorus:
She was a winner that became a doggie's dinner
She never meant that much to me
Whoa oh poor Marie

Marie Provost was a movie queen
mysterious angel of the silent screen
And run like the wind the nation's young men steamed
When Marie crossed the silent screen

Whoa she came out west from New York
but when the talkies came Marie just couldn't cope
The public said Marie take a walk
All the way back to New York

-repeat chorus-

Those quaalude bombs didn't help her sleep
As her nights grew long and her days grew bleak
It's all downhill once you've passed your peak
Marie got ready for that last big sleep

The cops came in and they looked around
Throwin' up everywhere over what they found
The handiwork of Marie's little dachshund
That hungry little dachshund

-repeat chorus-

poor Marie

 

The dude in Indonesia got what was coming to him in my book.