South Dakota governor, a potential Trump running mate, writes in new book about killing her dog
South Dakota governor, a potential Trump running mate, writes in new book about killing her dog
South Dakota Gov. Kristi Noem — a potential running mate for presumptive Republican presidential candidate Donald Trump — is getting attention again.
The Guardian obtained a copy of Noem’s soon-to-be released book, “No Going Back: The Truth on What’s Wrong with Politics and How We Move America Forward.” In it, she tells the story of the ill-fated Cricket, a 14-month-old wirehaired pointer she was training for pheasant hunting.
On the way home from the hunting trip, Noem writes that she stopped to talk to a family. Cricket got out of Noem’s truck and attacked and killed some of the family’s chickens, then bit the governor.
“At that moment,” Noem writes, “I realized I had to put her down.” She led Cricket to a gravel pit and killed her.
She writes, according to the Guardian, that the tale was included to show her willingness to do anything “difficult, messy and ugly” if it has to be done. But backlash was swift against the Republican governor, who just a month ago drew attention and criticism for posting an infomercial-like video about cosmetic dental surgery she received out-of-state.
I grew up in the country, raised chickens with my folks, so I get that farm dogs are different than indoor pets, I've had to put down a few dogs in my day due to old yeller situations but I've never put a dog down for being a shitty dog trainer, something that Republicans seem to really love bragging about.
"She led Cricket to a gravel pit and killed her"
So the unruly dog followed her to its death... That doesn't sound very unruly.
Actual psychopath behavior. Bet she's going to wonder why her kids despise her.
I killed my dog. I adopted him at 6 years old at the shelter. He was incredibly abused, malnourished and pitiable. That's not why I adopted him. Honestly, I didn't adopt him. He adopted me. My kids and I had spent all day at the shelter looking for a dog to adopt, and hadn't found any dog that fit with us. The last dog that we were going to see that day was a terribly skinny black chihuahua who was absolutely terrified of all people. The shelter staff told us that he would immediately curl up in the farthest possible corner and that we shouldn't approach him, as he would bite. So the kids and I of course accepted that and settled together on the stone bench in the visiting room. They brought the dog in, who was visibly shaking and terrified. They let him off his leash and left the room. I knew there was nothing we could do to make him comfortable so we started talking about some school stuff and generally just ignoring him.
Suddenly I felt a weight on my lap. I looked down, and this tiny shaking dog was on my lap just looking up at me. I slowly approached him with my hand and he let me pet him. He licked my hand and just looked at me with those trusting eyes.
I didn't adopt that dog, he adopted me.
Fast forward 10 years, and he was spry as fuck at 16 years old. We moved states and he loved where we moved. We went hiking, we went to teh beach, we saw waterfalls, we saw all sorts of things. He would leap for joy all the time, he knew I loved him, and I knew he loved me.
One day in spring last year, he stopped eating. He stopped pooping and just... shut down. I could not get him to eat or drink or anything. I took him to the vet and the prognosis was that they could maybe prolong his life for a few months, but it would be intrusive and frankly, from the description, absolutely awful for him.
I thought about having the vet put him to "sleep" but I didn't like that either. He didn't deserve to be injected with strange drugs in a strange place by strangers. I chose to take him home, give him a rather large dose of xanax and smother him with my hand while telling him what an amazing boy he was.
I killed my dog, and I don't regret it. He knew how much I loved him from the first time he saw me to the last time.
I had a coworker years ago who was rather obnoxious and I sort of had to tiptoe around her moods. Another staff member dropped by the office and was talking about how she had to take her beloved cat into the vet as it had some injury or illness, I don't recall what, just office chitchat kind of thing and the cat ended up fine. Moody Woman announced that she had a cat years ago that got into paint thinner or something that had injured it and it was running around screaming, and she said "I didn't have money for a vet, so I took it out back and chopped its head off with a shovel".
And then when we stared at her in absolute horror, she said in a flippant way, "Don't look at me like that, I couldn't listen to that noise".
Like it was just no big deal. I had to share an office with her for months after that, and I just avoided speaking to her as much as possible. How could you possibly do that?
ETA: I also worked with nurses who would steal insulin from the med cart and euthanize barn cats with it. That is according to my vet friend not a humane way to euthanize an animal.
What a cunt.
What an absolute cunt.
Someone didn't understand the message of House of Cards
damn, wonder what she does to people who marginally slight her in office.
It’s a shame, because she was white and attractive, so she met the republican criteria for a female candidate. Unfortunately she forgot the secret criteria of being quiet and repeating what the man says.
I saw this last night scrolling through YouTube and only read the top line... "shot and killed" WHAT?!? .. then read the second line. Still, WTF?!
Fully grown Dog abortion is A-OK!
So how deep is this gravel pit? I assume she had to wack the dog with a 2x4 or a framing hammer? Or maybe she tied him up and ran him over... that's a very hard decision. There are harder ways. Like a small hatchet with a dull edge...you know like the French realty, lots of bone crackling and a big bloody mess? No thanks!
No thanks a lot! I'm vegan. We believe in reducing and eliminating animal torture.
Sounds like the perfect sidekick for a petulant forked tongue fake tanned false god
I want to chime in that she did the responsible thing, here. Don't let that emotional animal part of your brain think "how dare she harm the puppers" when she clearly couldn't control, contain, or responsibly own this animal. Putting it in the pound would have solved nothing. She did the right thing and I have no idea why we're even discussing it.
Every single action leading up to that point, though, that was on her.