On Monday, Stacey Champion was charged with animal cruelty. Her defense is that they “don’t have a display of what should be shipped and what should not be shipped.” I understand that, I do. I once was banned from a post office on Long Island after I tried to ship my sick grandmother a gallon of chicken soup in an overnight priority mail envelope. There was no sign prohibiting the pouring of soup into an envelope for Nana. I was perplexed. Then I tried to ship Nana to the soup, but they wouldn’t let me do that either. Sometimes I don’t understand the government.
The saddest part? She was sending the puppy to her son and wrote on the box, “This is for your 11th birthday. It’s what you wanted.”
Um, I doubt that her son wanted a dead puppy for his birthday.