I must tell about what happened to a neighbor of mine years ago. He was an elderly man (Mr. Peters) and stopped at the fire house to get a Paramedic to check him out because he didn't feel well. The firemen and Paramedics were out on a run. Mr. Peters got tired of waiting and just decided to walk home (3 miles walk). He had nine pit bulls living with him in his house. He got home, sat down in his recliner, had a heart attack and died. The dogs ate him. After a couple of weeks, the people at the farm next door noticed the non-stop barking and howling coming from Mr. Peters home. They called the police. The dogs had gone completely mad from lack of water, etc., being trapped in that hot house in the middle of summer. The sheriff broke out one of the windows in the house and as the dogs leapt out of the window, the sheriff's deputies shot them all. Then they went inside and found what was left of Mr. Peters in his recliner.
Can't blame the dogs. They absolutely destroyed the house trying to get out. But it was certainly a sad way to go.
The neighbor bought Mr. Peters farm, tore down the house, and now the whole area is planted in corn.
Poor Mr. Peters had another bout of very bad luck a few years earlier. A boy I went to high school with won $150K playing the lottery. He was Mr. Peters grandson. He lived with Mr. Peters, spent the whole amount in a week on cocaine, beat Mr. Peters up pretty bad, and then shot and killed himself. Mr. Peters survived. The police took him to the police station to question him, patch him up, and then just let him go, didn't even offer him a ride back home, although it was 11 miles to his house. My dad picked him up and took him to my parents house and Mom looked after him for a few days until he was able to go home. A very sad, tragic life. I had a crush on the grandson when I was in middle school. He was very cute. It was so sad to see him go downhill like that.
