Today in Mississippi near the Louisiana Border. Me and my mother 2 days ago dilivered alpacas to this rich familys house. They had a huge yard huge house, the alpacas we were dropping off had been at our farm their entire life. It was hard letting them go, but these people seemed like a better home and we needed the money. Today my father woke me up and said to me "Your mother needs to talk to you" I was confused on what she wanted me about. I stubbled out of bed towereds her room she was in her study. "What is it mom?" i said "Baby sit down". It seems that the alpacas were killed by 3 pitbulls, belonging to the next door nebhours. The children cried at the site of this massacrer, the son in his 30 who lived there to do farm work shot the dogs and told the owner of the dogs "You better start packing your things because I'm sueing you for everything you have" I hope he damn well wins. Worst Christmas Ever.
Owch.... I hate them too. When I was 5, this family across the street had one. They were taking it out for a walk while I was playing on the front garden when it suddenly lost control and ran at me, attacking. It could have killed me if my mother didn't come and save me.
