Well, the first thing we did this morning was take an ax to a pool table and beat it to hell in order to move it. It was the last thing left in somebody's house, and we needed to get it out so they could do some work inside.

We're dealing with what's in front of us.

This can't happen anymore. It easily could have been my grand-daughter.

Right in front of my eyes they pulled my poodle apart. They tore him apart like a rag doll.

I was a little disappointed that we didn't advance because we had so much talent, but overall I am very proud of them.

We need some legislation where we get some ordinances that control this kind of thing from happening. Something that specifically addresses the way these dangerous animals are raised.