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I sure as hell could use a dog like this! But I can't have any pets. A pet would be kidnapped and / or poisoned, as were two of my sister Debbie's lovely, sweet female dogs. All of my siblings, and my parents, too, have been and continue to be victimized by the gang which has tortured me for over thirty-five years. But they victimize my family members in ways which are "plausibly deniable." They never let their presence be known to them. They intentionally do this in order to isolate me from them, of course. It's extremely effective.

I can't even plant anything in my backyard! Everything I've ever planted in my backyard has been immediately vandalized - cut during the night with either sharp scissors or garden shears an inch or two from the ground into which I'd planted them that very same day. I let a beautiful gardenia bush die in the plastic container in which I'd bought it, after experiencing a dozen morning-glory vines cut in this way, every night, after I'd spent many hours planting them, day after day, in the hot summer sun. Each day, the same vines I'd planted the previous day had been cut with shears (the vines themselves had been entirely removed, nowhere to be found!) All that was left of the any of the beautiful vines was an inch or two of its stalk. This happened repeatedly, the exact same thing, over the course of about four days. I was so disheartened and so sad at what had been done to the morning-glory vines which I'd carefully and painstakingly planted, I knew without a shadow of a doubt that if I planted the gardenia bush, it too would be immediately murdered. So it died a miserable death in the plastic container I'd bought it in. It grieves me to this day. I can't think about it without crying.

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