Someone gave my boss a Boo doll a few weeks back.

On Nov. 14, this happened:

With my Boss’ response:

“I don’t know who you are. I don’t know what you want. If you are looking for ransom, I can tell you I don’t have money. But what I do have are a very particular set of skills; skills I have acquired over a very long career. Skills that make me a nightmare for people like you. If you let my Boo go now, that’ll be the end of it. I will not look for you, I will not pursue you. But if you don’t, I will look for you, I will find you, and I will kill you.”





Today this happened:

His response: “Someone has a deathwish.”

I will report more as this saga unfolds.

Whoever is doing this is cruel, yet amazing:

And here is a man on a desperate chase for his dog:

November 20:

The demands weren’t exactly met:

The request were for specific items, and clearly they weren’t met. Here’s Boo’s innards.

CSI Style investigation:

Waiting for this to end with a fist fight on top of a moving train.