Lets face it, in the last 12 months Cory has been in Jail for an active 30 days, been on a 6 months active intensive probation where he could only be away from his house from 8 am to 7pm, moved out of my house and into a condemned trailer which he tried desperately to fix up, watched me get extremely sick and almost die, had his brothers mother in law die while I was in the hospital, gotten off of intensive probation, received 2 driving while license suspended tickets, got locked up for one of them, awaiting the jail time for that one and has the next court date on the other in September, has fallen twice and injured his already injured back, one of his best friends got his car burned up in a fire, his other best friend was killed in the hit and run two weeks ago, and another friend was injured in the gang attack right after the hit and run. He finally gets pretty well moved in to his new place when he finds out that there is almost no cell phone service there and tv service there is abysmal. Without satellite he can get one channel. OOps...take that back...2 he can get pbs too. He gets Fox and PBS. Then today just takes the cake. He was told he could have his dog over there. He has a really big back yard. He took Rusty over there. There is one crazy lady there that has been there for a long time. She has two dogs. The lady lives in the very first trailer on the left hand side. Cory lives in the very last trailer on the right hand side. No reason for them to ever see each other or speak. Landlord told Cory she was crazy and to just leave her be. Dont talk to her. Ok. Second night Cory was there with Rusty, Cory spanked Rusty on the butt with a rolled up newspaper and she called the cops on him! Rusty is a big dog- part pit, part mutt. Smart as a whip. Well...this crazy lady has two dogs. One she keeps in a pen right behind her house and that one looks ok. One she keeps behind the trailer next to Cory's house chained to a tree and the thing looks like it is half starving. When Cory would take Rusty's food out he would feed this dog too. We went over yesterday to eat dinner with Cory and Rusty was fine and playful as ever. Cory tied him behind his house in the shade for the afternoon and then tied him back over near the tree for bedtime. Sometime today someone had to poison him because about 5 pm, Cory calls me all in a dither because Rusty was dead and all this vomit was around him. He was dead dead. Only one around there is the crazy lady. They are out in the boonies. Now just how much more is it gonna take for him to blow? I thought this was gonna be it. His first reaction was to call the police but without a witness or forensic evidence, what good is that going to do. I couldnt even get them to do anything when we had our neighbor dead to rights. A smoking gun with balistic evidence. Then I suggested he kill her dogs. Hey, if he cant have dogs, why should she? He said no, not the dogs faults. Ok...that makes sense. So he decided to call his landlord. Very good logical thinking. Better thinking than I would have come up with even now if I told the gods honest truth. I would have ruined something very valuable to her. He deserves some kind of break now. He is looking so hard for a job. No one will hire him. I am leaning so hard on his dad to get him on with him. If that doesnt happen soon, I may kick his dad to the curb and make him go live with Cory. Or I will go live with Cory. Something.