My dog Ozzy was suprised to learn how much money is made by poachers selling the body parts of game animals to black marketers from Asia. At first he said it ain't right. Then I saw the mental wheels spinning, the sawdust burning, and dollar signs rolling in his eyes. He began asking me what we could poach here in Georgia. So much for not being right.
What would motivate him to suddenly change his mind? The root of all evil... money. Ozzy could picture that air-conditioned dog house, the endless supply of Milkbones, and weekly pampering at the local pet groomer. Yes, the list of worldly posessions was growing as fast as the list of poached animals, until I told him that some Asian folks are known to eat dogs. Ozzy's little face got serious again... then he said, "it ain't right".
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