It was Christmas and we spent it in San Antonio, Texas. Calvin took us downtown for a boat ride on the river walk.

    Mrs. Rat said, Ms Kelly I will tell you a secret. What secret? I asked.

    Now Ms Kelly you can't tell anyone, promise?

    I promise.

    Mrs. Rat whispered to me. There is an old house in the back of the property almost covered by bushes. That is where I get my food. There are a lot of mean ugly dogs in small cages down in the basement.

    Do you mean they are all locked in cages? How do they get anything to eat since no one lives there?

    There are three men that come in every day to feed them.

    Sometimes they will take some of them out and when they return they are all cut up and bleeding and hurting so bad they are crying. Mrs. Rat explained pitifully.

    What kind of dogs are they and how do they get cut up? I asked.