Over Thanksgiving, our 9 month old pup Sally was poisoned.
This morning, I’ve awoken to another poisoned dog, our 2 month old rescue Bobby.
Weak, listless, vomiting foam, bloody diarreah, dialated pupils, drooling, wobbly, drinking water like crazy, no appetite, just like our Sally did.

With the symptoms, the fact that the dogs never met and weren’t fed the same food, and the rampant incursions by coyotes in this area in the past three months, my family has agreed both were poisoned.
Our cats are fine. Our chickens are fine. It’s just the outdoor dogs.

Please, give me some advice on how to prevent this happening again. I’ve several younger siblings who love their outdoor dogs and now have none and I have a tiny indoor dog who goes out to play. The one remaining dog is a valuable therapy pet. I’ll be checking back repeatedly today.

The only way to stop it is to confine the dogs. You already knew this, I’m sure. Sounds like someone is poisoning the Coyotes, and your dogs are getting into it. OR, someone around your place doesn’t like your dogs roaming around.

In Texas, isn’t it true that if the light is yellow when you cross the line that even if it turns red a second later it’s not running a red? How can I dispute this? Do I stand a chance? Can I have it not appear on my record? I’ve never had ANY other tickets or citations and this really irks me. Seems like he was just looking for someone to pull over.
Again. The light was NOT red when I went through it. It was yellow.

Here’s the Texas law, which includes this:

An operator of a vehicle facing only a steady red signal
shall stop at a clearly marked stop line. In the absence of a stop
line, the operator shall stop before entering the crosswalk on the
near side of the intersection.

http://law.onecle.com/texas/transportation/544.007.00.html

So I guess your defense would depend on where the "line" existed.

Submit evidence of assets that meet the standards listed below or obtain a different joint sponsor.
Assets standards must equal the stated difference between the joint sponsor’s household income and 12% (100% if military) of the federal poverty line.

* Assets must equal the difference for applicant’s filing as orphans or a spouse or child of an active duty military member.
* Assets must equal three time the difference for spouse or child of a United States Citizen.
* Assets must equal five times the difference for all others.

Such evidence of assets includes:
* Bank statements covering the last 12 months, or statements from an officer of the bank or other financial institution in which the sponsor has deposits, including deposit/withdrawal history for the last 12 months, or a statement from an officer of the bank or other financial institution in which the sponsor has deposits, including deposit/withdrawal history for the last 12 months, and current balance;
* Evidence of ownership and value of stocks, bonds, and certificates of deposit;
* Evidence of ownership and value/equity of other personal property and dates acquired;
* Evidence of ownership, a recent licences appraisal or county tax assessment and any mortgage/lien or lien release of any real estate.
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what they want now i really didn’t get ? they ask me to find another joint sponsor or they are demanding my friend’s assets proof really i couldn’t get please help me. am very worry because i have to send them back the reply otherwise they gonna cancel my case. please help please

thank you so much in advance
Expanding my Question on answer from Uncle.please answer just this line what they are asking in this line?
* Assets must equal three time the difference for spouse or child of a United States Citizen.

i really appreciate it.

Get an Aila Lawyer to go over the paperwork urgently

PROLOGUE-
“Sorry I’m la-“ a pistol was pointed straight at my face as I entered the crowded class room.
“Stay away from our son!” Mr. Holcomb shielded Daniel from my puzzled gaze.
“What’s going on?” I stared pleadingly at my classmates for answers, only receiving shameful gazes and fallen heads.
“We know what you are, Riley Anne. All of us do, and we want you to leave,” Daniel’s mother clutched her son without looking at me. Daniel’s face was shadowed. Not with his silky chestnut hair, but with grief and despair, as if he had lost a loved one.
“Wha- What do you mean?” my stomach shriveled up to the size of a quarter and my knees buckled. Mrs. Holcomb pulled an old video cassette from her jacket pocket and released Daniel, slowly trudging towards the TV. On the screen, an image flickered. The video of our experiment with the professor in his office flashed across the ancient glass. It looked terrible.
“Who the hell gave you this!?” I slammed my hand on the desk, denting its hard black surface.
“We have a reliable source,” my teacher, Mr. Underwood, pulled the tape from the TV.

Chapter 1 – Party
It rained the whole car ride to aunt Kathryn’s house. Everything about the cold, dark sky reminded me of my Aunt’s unwavering forbidding stares. I didn’t know why Daniel and I had been invited. Perhaps aunt Kathryn needed to perfect her biting wit, or maybe had grown bored insulting the neighbors in muttered undertones behind a mendacious smile and lukewarm tea. If not for Daniel, who slept restlessly in the passenger seat, as if he too felt the oppressive clouds bearing down on him as they drew nearer, I wouldn’t have even considered going. Daniel had been my boyfriend for the longest time. He had been there for me, even if it meant sacrificing something.
The drive form Baltimore to Buda was unbearable. The landscape grew darker as we approached my aunt’s house. Passing over the Hays county line, a cold sensation trickled down my spine, as if I were pursuing death itself.
“Whoa!” Daniel jerked forward in his seat, slapping his forehand on the window of my Xterra.
“We just passed the county line,” I warned him, glancing at a six car pile-up on the opposite road.
“Oh,” Daniel whispered hesitantly, rubbing his slightly bruised hand, “How much longer?”
“About ten minuets so get ready,” I took the exit leading through a maze of trees, fading the atmosphere to pitch black aside from the faint glow from my headlights.

“This is her house?” Daniel stared in disbelief at the un-kept lawn.
“It’s farther back, you dummy,” I giggled faintly at his assumption. The last giggle I would probably have for an eternity, or at least a week. Suddenly in the blackness of the lawn, a two dim porch lights flickered in the darkness. The silhouette of a petite figure leaped out one of the mahogany front doors. Racing towards us was my aunt Kathryn’s daughter, Helen. I always loved to see Helen, especially when she visited without Aunt Kathryn. It was usually her that kept me from a spiraling depression during visits. Her blonde, curly hair bounced playfully in my face as she constricted me with her thin arms.
“Riley Anne! I’ve missed you so much! Come on! Come inside!” Helen pulled her baby blue night robe from the clutch of a dead rosebush inside the wrought iron gate, “Here, Daniel, let me help you.” Helen elevated our two massive suite cases in each arm, trudging up the wet grey stones. Auth Kathryn’s house was far too large for her pigmy self. There was an unoccupied second floor; the only exception was the bedroom. Below was a formal dining room gathering dust for twenty years connected to a kitchen the size of a small restaurant only used by Helen and the butler, Herbert. Finally there was a formal living room and a stunning tea room, commonly inhabited by aunt Kathryn herself.
“Allow me?” Herbert waited directly inside of the doors, prepared for anything we threw at him.
“Yeah, Herb. Take these to the two closest guest rooms, please,” our suit cases hit the tile with a massive THUMP! echoing endlessly through the vacant halls.

very cool!

One thing with the prologue though…it ends very abruptly on a not so exciting line…the rest was great but make the last line the best of all

PROLOGUE-
“Sorry I’m la-“ a pistol was pointed straight at my face as I entered the crowded class room.
“Stay away from our son!” Mr. Holcomb shielded Daniel from my puzzled gaze.
“What’s going on?” I stared pleadingly at my classmates for answers, only receiving shameful gazes and fallen heads.
“We know what you are, Riley Anne. All of us do, and we want you to leave,” Daniel’s mother clutched her son without looking at me.
“Wha- What do you mean?” my stomach shriveled up to the size of a quarter and my knees buckled. Mrs. Holcomb pulled an old video cassette from her jacket pocket and released Daniel, slowly trudging towards the TV. On the screen, an image flickered. The video of our experiment with the professor in his office flashed across the ancient glass. It looked terrible.
“Who the hell gave you this!?” I slammed my hand on the desk, denting its hard black surface. Lucas slithered out of my bag and hovered silently, only inches from my head.
“We have a reliable source,” my teacher, Mr. Underwood, pulled the tape from the TV.

Chapter 1 – Party
It rained the whole car ride to Aunt Kathryn’s house. Everything about the cold, dark sky reminded me of my Aunt’s unwavering forbidding stares. I didn’t know why Daniel and I had been invited. Perhaps Aunt Kathryn needed to perfect her biting wit or had grown bored insulting the neighbors in muttered undertones behind a mendacious smile and lukewarm tea. If not for Daniel, who slept restlessly in the passenger seat as if he too felt the oppressive clouds bearing down on him as they drew nearer, I wouldn’t have even considered going.
The drive form Baltimore to Buda was unbearable. The landscape grew darker as we approached my Aunt’s house. Passing over the Hays county line, a cold sensation trickled down my spine, as if I were pursuing death itself.
“Whoa!” Daniel jerked forward in his seat, slapping his forehand on the window of my Xterra.
“We just passed the county line,” I warned him, glancing at a six car pile-up on the opposite road.
“Oh,” Daniel whispered hesitantly, rubbing his slightly bruised hand, “How much longer?”
“About ten minuets so get ready,” I took the exit leading through a maze of trees, fading the atmosphere to pitch black aside from the faint glow from my headlights.

“This is her house?” Daniel stared in disbelief at the un-kept lawn.
“It’s farther back, you dummy,” I giggled faintly at his assumption. The last giggle I would probably have for an eternity, or at least a week. Suddenly in the blackness of the lawn, a two dim porch lights flickered in the darkness. The silhouette of a petite figure leaped out one of the mahogany front doors. Racing towards us was my Aunt Kathryn’s daughter, Helen. I always loved to see Helen, especially when she visited without Aunt Kathryn. It was usually her that kept me from a spiraling depression during visits. Her blonde, curly hair bounced playfully in my face as she constricted me with her thin arms.
“Riley Anne! I’ve missed you so much! Come on! Come inside!” Helen pulled her baby blue night robe from the clutch of a dead rosebush inside the wrought iron gate, “Here, Daniel, let me help you.” Helen elevated our two massive suite cases in each arm, trudging up the wet grey stones. Auth Kathryn’s house was far too big for her small self. There was an unoccupied second floor; the only exception was the bedroom. Below was a formal dining room gathering dust for twenty years connected to a kitchen the size of a small restaurant only used by Helen and the butler, Herbert. Finally there was a formal living room and a stunning tea room, inhabited by the small Aunt Kathryn herself.
“Allow me?” Herbert waited directly inside of the doors, prepared for anything we threw at him.
“Yeah, Herb. Take these to the two closest guest rooms, please,” our suit cases hit the tile with a massive THUMP!
and yes i wrote it

I will say it I’m a little jealous. that was really good. you have a way with words the story went fluidly no gaps in between (besides the prologue and chapt. 1)
My only advice for you would be to not cut to the chase so quickly and explain the characters more. Overall very good.

It rained the whole car ride to her Aunt Kathryn’s house. Everything about the cold, dark sky reminded me of my Aunt’s unwavering forbidding stares. I didn’t know why Daniel and I had been invited. Perhaps Aunt Kathryn needed to perfect her biting wit or had grown bored insulting the neighbors in muttered undertones behind a false smile and lukewarm tea. If not for Daniel, who slept restlessly in the passenger seat as if he too felt the oppressive clouds bearing down on him as they drew nearer, I wouldn’t have even considered going.
The drive form Baltimore to Buda was unbearable. The landscape grew darker as we approached my Aunt’s house. Passing over the Hays county line, a cold sensation trickled down my spine, as if I were pursuing death itself.
“Woah!” Daniel jerked forward in his seat, slapping his forehand on the window of my Xterra. He must have felt it too.
“We just passed the county line,” I warned him, glancing at a six car pile-up on the opposite road.
“Oh,” Daniel whispered slowly, rubbing his slightly bruised hand, “How much longer?”
“About ten minuets so get ready,” I took the exit leading through a maze of trees, fading the atmosphere to pitch black aside from the faint glow from my headlights.

“This is her house?” Daniel stared in disbelief at the un-kept lawn.
“It’s farther back, you dummy,” I giggled faintly at his assumption. The last giggle I would probably have for an eternity, or at least a week. Suddenly in the blackness of the lawn, a single porch light flickered in the darkness. A small figure leaped out of the front door. Racing towards us was my Aunt Kathryn’s daughter, Helen. I always loved to see Helen, especially when she visited without Aunt Kathryn. It was usually her that kept me from a spiraling depression during visits. Her blonde curly hair bounced playfully in my face as she constricted me with her stick-thin arms.
“Riley Anne! I’ve missed you so much! Come on! Come inside!” Helen pulled her baby blue night robe from the clutch of a rosebush inside the gate, “Here, Daniel, let me help you. Mother is asleep. Are you hungry? Or just tired? Come inside.” Helen carried several of our bags inside of the narrow doorframe.

Are there any changes that need to be made? How should i describe her house? This isn’t the whole chapter just a small chunk.

Riley Anne is one person BTW
yeah i meant to change the first senctence lol didnt mean to. sorry!

Yes it’s very well-written. You have a good, professional style, better than some published authors! Can’t really tell where the plot is going from this excerpt but it seems like it’s going to be good. The only changes that need to be made are purely proof-reading stuff – your first sentence is in third person while the rest is in first,Aside from that, a few typing errors, nothing more.

Very good so far, keep it up!