Perhaps not all publicity is good publicity

Huntley previously was pretty much “out in the sticks.” A farming community. I think they had a cow statue that was in the road of road expansion or something. Then Del Webb built a huge retirement community there, and an outlet mall right off the expressway followed.

Huntley is a fairly nondescript Chicago exurb. I have a cousin who lives out there; she’s in education and husband is in business sales. There’s farming, of course, but it’s been growing with subdivisions full of upper middle class folks who wanted cheap land and the vibes of being in the “country” but close enough to the city/suburbs to not be missing out on anything.

According to the village of Huntley’s website, it’s located in the Chicago suburban Golden Corridor and has much to offer, including a monthly Village Journal which doubtfully will feature the dog story in next month’s edition.

Naw, that dog won’t Huntley

AFAIK, there were laws against bestiality before there were what we’d call “regular animal abuse laws”. Heck, it’s in Leviticus. And we all can think of a truckload of Ancient Greek myths about being very friendly to various creatures. So yeah, it’s been going on for a while all over.

I read that last word quickly as statute & was thinking they called out one animal as specifically being illegal?


Every so often a story like this makes the news, were two people are arrested for extremely inappropriate acts & I often wonder how two people are arrested. I can assure you that if I wanted to do something that deviant (I do not), I can’t imagine asking if someone wanted to join me, “Hey, Joe, wanna get it one with a ___ with me?” because I know if anyone ever asked me that, at the very least, it would be the end of any friendship/relationship.

You just gotta approach the topic carefully.

I’ve heard of ruff sex, but this is ridiculous

Hey, in this day and age it’s a lot easier for people with, uh, very specific common interests to find one another… but even in the “old days” they would now and then.

Just that it IS the kind of thing you would generally never hear about.

And when you’re both sitting around idly in a haze of alcohol/opiates/meth/online brainrot, some things become thinkable.

I was mistaken. The cow statue is in Harvard - which is slightly NW of Huntley.

There is also a Hampshire in the same general area. A lot of H-towns to confuse.

I just want to know how a conversation starts that ends up with, “Wait, let me get a video of this!”

And who would name their son “Efin.”

If ever there was a guy who you look at and think “Yeah, that guy probably f**ks dogs”, it’s that guy in the mugshot.

Some very thoughtless people whose surname was Kidd?

A Labrador Receiver.

Ouch!

“Pinscher? I hardly know ’er!”

… Golden !

pinch-HIM! … not her

THE Del Webb?