It was Moose’s bad fortune to be captured by someone who was more than, say, a garden-variety impulsive nitwit who “found” a cool dog that she liked and coveted for herself. Or a common schemer who thought she could hold the dog and return him for a cash “reward” (ransom). Or an immature attention-seeker who thought she could hide him for a few days and then be an admired hero, lavished with praise, when she gave him back to his grateful family.
Moose fell into the hands of a far more malevolent and dangerous individual. Moose fell into the hands of JACQUELINE LOCKARD. There is a lot of say about Lockard, but first, let’s solve the mystery of Moose’s disappearance, and tell the story of the lost dog finally came home.
Because after six long weeks of desperate searching, the Workmans found Moose. They took him to the vet and then brought him back to his house. They went to the back yard with him, where they had all spent so much happy time together as a family. Moose was finally home, and he was home for good. He was never going to jump the fence again. They were going to keep him close. From now on, his owners would know where he was at all times.
Moose would never leave the safety of his backyard because that is where his body is buried. His family dug his grave with their own hands and put him in the ground.
The Workmans had taken him to the vet before bringing him home because they wanted, naturally, to know the cause of death. Because he was dead when he was finally “returned” to them.
The cause of death is Jacqueline Lockard, but I expect that is not what the vet recorded in the paperwork.
Technically, Moose died because he was baked alive in Lockard’s car on a hot summer day.
This is what happened to Moose: After he escaped from his yard, he ran over Jackie Lockard’s house , presumably to play with Lockard’s two dogs (one of which, incidentally, was a black Labrador).
Lockard snatched Moose and hid him in her house. She must have done it fast, too, because the Workmans personally approached her minutes afterward as she sat on her porch with her dogs. From a distance, they thought her Lab might be Moose.
Lockard denied seeing Moose. She lied. Moose? What Moose? No Moose around here!
The very next day, Lockard changed his name to “Cocoa” and sold him to a couple in Philadelphia for $100 on the condition that they pay her for her services as a “professional dog trainer.”
Lockard made no effort to recover Moose, despite the fact that she knew his family was desperately searching for him and wanted him back. She witnessed this shitshow of pain and drama first-hand and did nothing. Well, wait, that’s not true—she lied. She lied for hours. She lied to Sissy Workman’s face, because Workman came over to question her about Moose on multiple occasions. Workman “suspected (Lockard)from the beginning.”
On July 11, Lockard picked up Moose from the couple she’d sold him to. Her reasons for doing this are still unclear. According to this article Lockard told the police that she picked up Moose and brought him back to her house in order to give him the training lessons she’d been paid for.
But by July 10, local media reported that the “Fund to Bring Moose Home” reward was over $1000 and the sum was growing.
On her blog, Lockard claims that she took Moose back in order to return him to his rightful owners, the Workmans…and the reward money had nothing to do with her decision. No, she was going to return Moose because that was the right thing to do! (But Lockard…didn’t you tell police that you brought Moose back for training lessons?)
Lockard writes: . “At no point did I mention the reward money in returning him. If I had felt strongly about the reward money I could have returned him before and collected it.”
I think it is safe to say that IF Lockard did not ask for the reward money (and I wouldn’t be surprised if she did) it was BECAUSE SHE KILLED MOOSE AND “RETURNED” A FUCKING DEAD DOG, and even this stupid, evil bitch knew better than to say “Here’s your dead dog! When do I get the reward? Is it going to be cash or personal check?”
(It is the personal opinion of the author that if she had not killed Moose through her own insensitivity and idiocy, she would have returned him and asked for the money. She would also keep the money she took for the “training lessons” from the Philadelphia couple. As we will see, her professional reputation is not exactly sterling. No award plaques from the local Small-Business Association are anticipated, if you get my drift. Her clients have many words to describe her business acumen and professional talents. None of those words are complimentary.)
In any event, Lockard brought Moose back home with her on July 11. On July 13, Lockard called Sissy Workman on the telephone and told her that she had Moose. At first, Workman was skeptical, as she had received cruel prank calls about Moose’s whereabouts before. However, she agreed to meet Lockard either at Lockard’s house or someplace very close by (Sissy’s account, posted online, is unclear about that detail).
I am sure you can imagine how Sissy Workman felt when Lockman opened the trunk of her car to reveal Moose’s dead body. Workman describes it thusly:
“ Jess and I pull up and the person that gets out is the person we suspected from the beginning. Now mind you thats were she lives. the night he went missing she was on her porch with her two dogs and one was a lab. So when she opened the back of her car hatch I saw his hair-his shape-his color and I knew it was him...he looked like he just was asleep. Laying down asleep.”
Lockman told Workman that she found Moose’s body while she was out jogging…his body was underneath an Army tank exhibit at the American Legion Memorial a few blocks away. She just “found” him there.
Even in her state of shock and grief, Workman knew that the story had to be bullshit. You don’t have to be fuckin Matlock to figure it out, either. As she notes in her account, the story simply didn’t make sense:
“He did not die under the tank, he was not outside at all. That is only 2 blocks from my house, he would have came home. How do you jog…find a dead dog…go home change into jeans and work shoes go back get the dog, put him in your car and call me… And you were not sweating at all,,hair all down. He did not have a collar on for awhile, his nails were not worn down, his pads were not worn as if he was walking. We took him to the Mt Laurel Animal Hosp to be checked out and the suspicion is he was left in the car in the heat.”
Eventually, the Workmans would want justice for Moose. But after they got his body back, they just wanted to bring him home. Where he belonged.
"His ears were soft and I got to say I was sorry for not finding him, for not protecting him from bad people. You would think if you were going to take a beautiful dog like MOOSE you would take care of him. At least that’s what I thought, what I tried to believe in my heart. In my heart I think she had something to do with his death......He is now burried in the yard with Spike our black lab and Milo our chocolate lab that both lived to the ripe old age of 13. RIP Love you always and I am so sorry.”
You would think if you were going to take a beautiful dog like Moose, you would take care of him.
Well, yes, Sissy Workman would think that. I would think that, too. Most of the people reading this probably think the same way. You know...in our hearts.
The person who caused all this pointless pain and suffering killed Moose because she, shall we say, lacks Sissy Workman’s perspective. Psychology is not my field, but I am sure the reader will agree that you do not need to be Dr. Sigmund Freud in order to deduct that something is very wrong with Jacqueline Lockard’s capacity for empathy. With her heart, if you will.
The dogs that she tortured and killed (Moose was not her only canine victim) would not disagree. It’s all speculation, of course, but if I was one of her victims, and knew her in that intimate, terrible way a victim knows the person upon whom their life—or death—depends, I would have a word to describe Jacqueline Lockard:
Let’s take a closer look at her—if you think you can bear it. Sissy Workman certainly had to. And so, unfortunately, did Moose.