at least it wasn’t cats ...
I hate to think what all else it could be. When I first read the headline, I thought maybe someone had a fancy house and collection, like a personal museum, but this doesn’t sound good.
Years ago, my wife at the time worked for the state dept of health with the “severely and persistently mentally ill” as it was classified. We had two large dogs and she came home one day with an Irish Wolfhound that had lived inside a trailer for over two years, along with scores of other pets from snakes to cats to dogs. None of which were ever let out. We fostered the Wolfhound for two years until we had a child, and didn’t want it around a newborn. That damned thing would chew rocks into gravel, ate a pair of my glasses, chewed up cds, razors from the bathroom trash, and ate about two feet of pink fiberglass insulation. Came running up to me in the back yard one day, chewing on a squirrel. Sweet dog, but craziest thing I ever encountered. She would plop down on the dirt or hard wood floors and build up fluid in her elbows the size of tennis balls, which we had to drain. Goofy and sweet as all getout, but insane.