A rural nightmare while Otis dishes out the arrogance

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I’m from a small village in South Shropshire where I have lived all my life. My partner and I love going for long walks with our three dogs and appreciate the beauty of the countryside. About seven years ago, ‘Otis’ Ferry moved into the old ‘Gamekeeper’s’ Cottage on the outskirts of the village. After dusk on Friday, March 3rd 2006, we took our dogs for a long walk through the local [picapp align=”right” wrap=”true” link=”term=Otis+ferry&iid=2906493″ src=”d/b/a/8/Otis_Ferry_Is_3a89.jpg?adImageId=12960122&imageId=2906493″ width=”135″ height=”170″ /]lanes and when we were about eighty yards past the entrance of Mr. Ferry’s lengthy driveway, we heard the most horrific cries of a dog resounding from his property.

We ran back towards the end of the driveway where we witnessed Mr. Ferry, clearly lit up by his bright security light, repeatedly beating a dog with what was either a wooden or metal pole about five feet in length until the…

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