Michael Berry, a radio host who gets paid to sit on his ass and lie two hours a day, decided that he would talk about me on his show today. How do I know? He referred specifically to the post below. He called me names, like an adult would, finally settling on his favorite “hoarder” because he thinks it will insult me if he points out that I am following city ordinances by trapping, neutering and releasing the ferals around my house.
Berry didn’t remember at first that he had supported the city ordinance requiring trap-neuter-release. And after I pointed that out to him, he cut me off and went on a nice long rant about all of the cats he thinks I have in my house.
I decided that since he reads this blog all the time I would show him which pets live in the house. I give you Dora, a German Pointer (that’s bird-dog to you country boy Michael Berry), Tammy, a Chow Chow mix, and my baby Murphy a pit bull-lab mix.