Pamela santiago
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It has now been one month since Lucy's collar slipped over her head. One month since she was loose in my yard for a few seconds. One month since nobody got hurt. One month since nothing happened. It has also been one month since the police were called. One month since animal control issued me a court summons. One month since they took my dog, the dog I bonded with in war ten years ago. One month since my world turned into a living hell. It has been one month since nothing happened. And it has been one month since everything happened, in response to nothing. She has spent one month in jail. Over nothing. Away from everything. One month away from her fields. Away from Lex. Away from the kids. Away from @Herb_Minstrel and me. Let her come home. It's been long enough. It's time. It's damn time. #SaveLucy I have nothing more to say. @LoneStarChica @catturd2
I hate the spotlight. The stage is a scary place. I just want a quiet life. But this cause is worth it. Lucy is worth it. This is not just about Lucy. What has happened to me and Lucy will happen again. It will repeat, over and over. In Kalamazoo, Michigan. In Walla Walla, Washington. In Schenectady, New York. To Joe and Buddy. To Mike and Sadie. To Jane and Teddy. It will happen to them, but nobody will know. They will love their dogs no less than I love Lucy, but nobody will hear their story. It will not steal the spotlight the way Lucy's story has. They will cry out for justice, but it will be in vain. Few will listen. Few, but the Lord above will. God put Lucy and me in the spotlight to be their voice. To advocate for Joe, Mike, and Jane. To advocate for Buddy, Sadie, and Teddy. To push for change. Lord, let me live up to the responsibility you have placed on my shoulders. This crap needs to never happen again. Never, never, never, never, never. #SaveLucy @Herb_Minstrel @LoneStarChica @catturd2
TRANS TERROR: San Diego mosque shooting suspects identified as 17-year-old Cain Clark & 18-year-old Caleb Vazquez, identified as a transgender couple by classmates. 3 men dead including a security guard. Drive-by media will bury the shooters' identities & ideology.
It has now been one month since Lucy's collar slipped over her head. One month since she was loose in my yard for a few seconds. One month since nobody got hurt. One month since nothing happened. It has also been one month since the police were called. One month since animal control issued me a court summons. One month since they took my dog, the dog I bonded with in war ten years ago. One month since my world turned into a living hell. It has been one month since nothing happened. And it has been one month since everything happened, in response to nothing. She has spent one month in jail. Over nothing. Away from everything. One month away from her fields. Away from Lex. Away from the kids. Away from @Herb_Minstrel and me. Let her come home. It's been long enough. It's time. It's damn time. #SaveLucy I have nothing more to say. @LoneStarChica @catturd2
I hate the spotlight. The stage is a scary place. I just want a quiet life. But this cause is worth it. Lucy is worth it. This is not just about Lucy. What has happened to me and Lucy will happen again. It will repeat, over and over. In Kalamazoo, Michigan. In Walla Walla, Washington. In Schenectady, New York. To Joe and Buddy. To Mike and Sadie. To Jane and Teddy. It will happen to them, but nobody will know. They will love their dogs no less than I love Lucy, but nobody will hear their story. It will not steal the spotlight the way Lucy's story has. They will cry out for justice, but it will be in vain. Few will listen. Few, but the Lord above will. God put Lucy and me in the spotlight to be their voice. To advocate for Joe, Mike, and Jane. To advocate for Buddy, Sadie, and Teddy. To push for change. Lord, let me live up to the responsibility you have placed on my shoulders. This crap needs to never happen again. Never, never, never, never, never. #SaveLucy @Herb_Minstrel @LoneStarChica @catturd2
I was saddened to learn that James Robison passed away yesterday. I knew James for many years. He was a powerful preacher and a great encourager. I will miss him, but I’ll see him again one day in Heaven. christianpost.com/news/televange…
After I separated from the military, I continued to deploy as a contractor. Many don't realize that we often claim to have no boots on the ground in a given theater because we have no uniformed troops there. But we do. Their uniform is 5.11 cargo pants and black zip-up fleeces. I know. I was one of them. I didn't ask to stop deploying. I was forced into it. I got a bad neurological report. Spinocerebellar ataxia, type 14. Never heard of it, right? It's one of the rare ones. I think of it like a slow progressing ALS. It's characterized by a steadily deteriorating sense of balance and coordination. It makes things that used to be easy, difficult. It makes things that used to be difficult, impossible. It's not going to shorten my life, God willing, but it will make my later years look different than I had hoped. I obviously couldn't keep deploying. I did my final tour - one last hurrah to the same desert where I had earlier met Lucy. It was a much safer place this time. I made a point to stop by our old camp and visit the spot where I had once played with my dog when she was a sad faced pup in the desert. What I didn't know is that a short time later, I'd be out of a job, a casualty of Biden's vaccine mandate. As someone rendered non-deployable, nobody went to bat for me. In those uncertain times, they wanted to retain the people they could use as boots on the ground. So I was shown the door. It felt like Uncle Sam had spat in my face. At the same time, @Herb_Minstrel's music school closed on orders of the Virginia Health Department prohibiting in-person music lessons. In the blink of an eye, our family's source of income had disappeared. But Lucy remained a source of comfort. When I deployed, I felt better leaving my wife and kids knowing she was home to protect them. When I had to stop traveling, she kept my experiences alive; a living, breathing link to the past. D.C. once took away my livelihood. Richmond took away my wife's. Now, the county is trying to take away our dog. We can't let them. #SaveLucy
In the wake of our press release, some of our neighbors have come out of the woodwork to tell “their side” of the story. The anger raging in me is real right now—so forgive this long post—but I am done with the lies, gossip, and half-truths that keep getting spread around as fact. Fact: Our neighbors had an issue with us since the day we moved in — long before Lucy was ever involved. After moving in, I went over to introduce myself and was met with obvious coldness. It’s always baffled me. For well over a year BEFORE the incident with Lucy, we dealt with constant complaints, repeated police visits (well over a dozen!), complaints about dogs barking (from houses football fields away!), specious animal welfare checks, and multiple court appearances over complaints that never held up. Every single time these matters reached court, the rulings overwhelmingly fell in our favor. Every time. We have fought tooth and nail simply for the right to live peacefully on our own property and maintain our homestead beside an elitist neighborhood that has made it abundantly clear they do not want us here. The situation with Lucy simply became the opportunity certain individuals had been waiting for to finally try to push our family out for good. For two years these neighbors have used the authorities and legal system to intimidate and abuse us. I have dozens of messages and documented interactions showing the hostility our family has faced from the beginning — being told to leave, move elsewhere, and being treated as though we do not belong here. I have proof of gossip chains where deliberate, blatant lies have been spread as fact about us. The fearmongering got so out of control that even our mail delivery was affected. We had to make daily trips to the post office because our delivery driver became afraid to come to our house due to rumors that we had “multiple dangerous dogs.” Furthermore, the amount of surveillance and stalking required so that people who live miles away with zero view of our property know about the happenings of our homestead is unsettling at the least! They have even shared screenshots from my personal social media accounts with each other while spreading more lies and rumors. Half of these people involved we’ve never even met! All of which I have physical proof of. None of that has anything to do with Lucy! People can say whatever they want online, but I invite anyone to come see our little farm and our animals for themselves. Our animals are healthy, loved, and well cared for. I have devoted my entire life to creating a healthy and peaceful environment and life for my family, and anyone who has actually visited our property or knows us personally knows that. Our fencing is secure (my husband has seen to that), and it has been well over a year since any thing has been able to enter or exit our animal fields. Facts: We are not perfect people, and we don’t pretend to be. But we are good people. We work hard, and have cooperated every step of the way — even voluntarily accepting restrictions and labels on our elderly dog in hopes that it would finally satisfy the complaints and allow us peace. Instead, those concessions became weapons used against us, and our neighbors have never offered an ounce of grace. Ever. A month ago Lucy slipped out of her collar for mere seconds on our own property. A neighbor happened to see it, calls were immediately made, and suddenly we found ourselves fighting not only for our dog’s life, but against serious legal consequences and public character assassination. Despite the rumors, despite the harassment, and despite the attempts to paint us as irresponsible or dangerous, the actual legal record speaks for itself. So yes — if people want “both sides,” then they deserve to hear this side too. Because for far too long, our family has stayed silent while our names and character have been publicly dragged through the mud and torn apart for years. And I’m over it. #savelucy
🔥WOW… “ JOHN THUNE MAY NOT BE LONG FOR SENATE MAJORITY POSITION” … TEXAS RINOS ARE AN INVASIVE SPECIES AND THEY HAVE TO HAVE TO GO” - Jack Posobiec Historic events and seismic shifts happening here folks. @JackPosobiec discussing RINO hunting season being declared last year and it all coming to fruition with Paxton getting President Trump’s endorsement over sitting RINO Cornyn. This is just getting started and the Swamp monsters KNOW the entire calculus just changed.
Took Lucy treats. Couldn't see her. One of the ladies took a video of her. She sent it to me along with the following message: "Praying for a positive outcome soon for Lucy! 🙏" These people are heroes. God bless them. But I want my dog back. #SaveLucy @Herb_Minstrel
This post is getting a lot of new eyes on the case of Lucy, the dog I brought back from a war zone ten years ago. I would love to take the time to answer everyone's questions. Truly. I am so grateful for your time and attention to the plight of my dog. But I don't have time. Not today. I've got four kids I'm taking care of by myself, while my wife, @Herb_Minstrel, is out for a hike this weekend. I'm also trying to run a business. So I thought it might help to post the full backstory here. I appreciate you all. God bless each of you. x.com/jonesbrendanm/…
