PART II
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:
Evil
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.
