Posted on 05/13/2005 4:39:54 PM PDT by martin_fierro
165 Pets Taken From Calif. Ex-Mayor's Home
RIALTO, Calif. - Responding to neighbor complaints about a home's stench, authorities removed 135 dogs and 30 cats from a urine- and feces-soaked home where a rotting Great Dane was found earlier in a malfunctioning freezer.
Charlotte Spadaro, a former mayor of Beverly Hills, had been rescuing animals for three years and kept them at her South Acacia Avenue home. Authorities monitoring the residence since discovering the Great Dane in January finally got a search warrant to remove the animals Thursday.
"I think the city is out to have them massacred," Spadaro said.
But police Lt. Joe Cirilo said the house was a health hazard for its occupants, neighbors and the animals. After a neighbor complained months ago about the smell and noise at the house, officials found the decomposing corpse of a Great Dane in a malfunctioning freezer.
"At some point we have to draw the line," Cirilo said. "That's why we're here to seek proper care for these animals."
A city inspection was scheduled for Feb. 2 because of the Great Dane discovery. A day before the inspection, Spadaro loaded a rental van with 2,000 pounds of animal carcasses and parked it on a street in Riverside, authorities said.
Riverside County sheriff's deputies found the van, which had begun to stink, several days later.
City Attorney Kathy Gandara said the city has tried to work with Spadaro and conducted periodic inspections.
"She is not willing or able to comply," Gandara said. "This is a last resort for the city."
The animals removed from the home Thursday were taken to the Devore Animal Shelter for examination by a veterinarian. Spadaro has 10 days to request a procedural hearing to determine whether the city was justified in removing the animals.
Spadaro said she runs a legitimate kennel for rescued dogs and cats and the city's action Thursday was illegal.
"I think Rialto has been persecuting me, frankly," Spadaro said.
How do you know so much about what people on drugs do?
I do not know of anyone on drugs, and have no faith in the media, so how do you come to this conclusion?
"How do you know so much about what people on drugs do?"
Well, I grew up in NYC from the 1960s through the 1980s so I've known plenty of people on drugs. None of them were ever much into loony pet collecting.
Don't know nothing about the modern drugs crazes such as Meth or Exstasy (sp?), so if I'm wrong and a lot of meth or X heads have hundreds of animals in their homes, I'm sorry.
Boozers, maybe, potheads, maybe, but other than that, I can't see a druggie getting into this kind of scene.
Leni
My opinion: People who are strung out on drugs are VERY selfish and will NOT take care of pets or family or anyone. They won't spend the money or expend the time.
What the?
I've come across some 'pet collectors' (usually old ladies with 20 odd cats), but nothing this bad.
What was she trying to save the rotting dog from? Rotting even more?
Maybe I can help. I do drugs almost daily. I start the day off by doing some caffeine. It's great stuff, Colombian! As far as "recreational drug use", I occasionally do a little alcohol with or after dinner.
Oh, you meant drugs illegal in the USA. Sorry, I don't know about those.
Mayor of La La Land.
C: I wish to complain about this parrot what I
purchased not half an hour ago from this very boutique.
O: Oh yes, the, uh, the Norwegian Blue...What's,uh...What's wrong with it?
C: I'll tell you what's wrong with it, my lad. 'E's dead, that's what's
wrong with it!
O: No, no, 'e's uh,...he's resting.
C: Look, matey, I know a dead parrot when I see one, and I'm looking
at one right now.
O: No no he's not dead, he's, he's restin'! Remarkable bird, the Norwegian
Blue, idn'it, ay? Beautiful plumage!
C: The plumage don't enter into it. It's stone dead.
O: Nononono, no, no! 'E's resting!
C: All right then, if he's restin', I'll wake him up!
(shouting at the cage)
'Ello, Mister Polly Parrot! I've got a lovely fresh cuttle fish for you if
you show...(owner hits the cage)
O: There, he moved!
C: No, he didn't, that was you hitting the cage!
O: I never!!
C: Yes, you did!
O: I never, never did anything...
C: (yelling and hitting the cage repeatedly) 'ELLO POLLY!!!!!
Testing! Testing! Testing! Testing! This is your nine o'clock alarm call!
(Takes parrot out of the cage and thumps its head on the counter. Throws it up
in the air and watches it plummet to the floor.)
C: Now that's what I call a dead parrot.
O: No, no.....No, 'e's stunned!
C: STUNNED?!?
O: Yeah! You stunned him, just as he was wakin' up! Norwegian Blues
stun easily, major.
C: Um...now look...now look, mate, I've definitely 'ad enough of this.
That parrot is definitely deceased, and when I purchased it not 'alf an hour
ago, you assured me that its total lack of movement was due to it bein'
tired and shagged out following a prolonged squawk.
O: Well, he's...he's, ah...probably pining for the fjords.
C: PININ' for the FJORDS?!?!?!? What kind of talk is that?, look, why
did he fall flat on his back the moment I got 'im home?
O: The Norwegian Blue prefers keepin' on it's back! Remarkable bird, id'nit,
squire? Lovely plumage!
C: Look, I took the liberty of examining that parrot when I got it home,
and I discovered the only reason that it had been sitting on its perch in
the first place was that it had been NAILED there.
(pause)
O: Well, o'course it was nailed there! If I hadn't nailed that bird down,
it would have nuzzled up to those bars, bent 'em apart with its beak, and
VOOM! Feeweeweewee!
C: "VOOM"?!? Mate, this bird wouldn't "voom" if you put four million volts
through it! 'E's bleedin' demised!
O: No no! 'E's pining!
C: 'E's not pinin'! 'E's passed on! This parrot is no more! He has ceased
to be! 'E's expired and gone to meet 'is maker! 'E's a stiff! Bereft
of life, 'e rests in peace! If you hadn't nailed 'im to the perch 'e'd be
pushing up the daisies! 'Is metabolic processes are now 'istory! 'E's off
the twig! 'E's kicked the bucket, 'e's shuffled off 'is mortal coil, run
down the curtain and joined the bleedin' choir invisibile!!
THIS IS AN EX-PARROT!!
(pause)
O: Well, I'd better replace it, then.
(he takes a quick peek behind the counter)
O: Sorry squire, I've had a look 'round the back of the shop, and uh, we're
right out of parrots.
C: I see. I see, I get the picture.
O: I got a slug.
(pause)
C: Pray, does it talk?
O: Nnnnot really.
C: WELL IT'S HARDLY A BLOODY REPLACEMENT, IS IT?!!???!!?
Don't need to... only a jack-ass would put a Great Dane in the freezer...
How the heck did she get away with her behaviour for so long? Ok, so she's a former mayor, but still, there have to be some limits. Didn't the neighbours notice anything? Say, like an overabundance of dogs and/or cats? Or was she just a harmless little old lady who fed a few too many animals?
I have 2 cats and 2 dogs and there are times I'm tempted to get rid of them to see what it would be like not to wear a fur coat everytime I sat anywhere. And the kibble bill is outrageous just for my 4. Hmmm, maybe that's why she had 2 thousand pounds of animal carcasses. Maybe they got a little too rank for the others to nibble on. (Now, that's gross!)
Saves money on the ol' kibble bill, though, doesn't it!
(Now, that's gross!)
Yeah, but still kinda funny. :-)
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Some radio talk show host says that Liberalism is a Mental Illness.....
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