I met Aundaray Guess while out for a stroll in Hamilton Heights. He was walking a trio of beagles, and one of them reminded me of my precious chilhood companion, Peyronie. I had to say hello.
I was so excited to learn that he was involved in a beagle rescue (at least, that's what he told me). He invited me to come meet them at his home to see them, so we exchanged numbers.
He texted me that afternoon, and we scheduled a visit for the next day. I cannot describe the horrors I saw upon entering. The stench hit me first: a horrific waft of feces, unexpressed anal glands, stale urine, and pure misery. And then I saw it. My GOD. This was no rescue! I couldn't believe my eyes - it was appalling.
Tiny crates cramped full of poor, sweet beagles were stacked floor to ceiling like the Leaning Tower of PETA; not a food or water bowl in sight, just mounds and mounds of dog poop. Some of it had been there so long it was starting to mold.
Apparently not registering the shock on my face, he gestured grandly, puffed out his chest, and asked "well? Aren't they just darling?" My. GOD. I was choking back tears and wondering if he would chase me if I sprinted for safety. "The adoption fee is typically $2,500, as that covers food, board, and veterinary care while they are with us, but I was so moved by your story about Peyronie, I'd like to offer you a discounted fee of $2,000. That is, provided you pass a home inspection." I think my soul left my body. Was this real? Was I in The Upside Down? Please tell me this was all a horrible dream! But it wasn't.
I stammered something about needing to think about it, and fled, bawling my entire way home. That's when the harrassing texts started. At first, he was insistent about me "adopting" one of the poor dogs at my "discounted fee" because "they go fast, trust me." By the next evening, I worked up the courage to tell him that what he is doing is wrong and that I would be contacting animal control.
At that point, he came unglued. "DON'T YOU KNOW WHO I AM? I WORK FOR ONE OF THE BIGGEST NONPROFITS IN THE WORLD, AND I AM A RENOWNED JOURNALIST FOR THE HUFFINGTON POST. DON'T EVEN GET ME STARTED ON MY BLOG. I COULD END YOU WITH JUST A FEW KEYBOARD STROKES." I blocked him immediately, and tried to block out what I had seen, but to this day I am haunted by it.
After the text exchange, he found my work email and started harrassing me there as well, even calling my office demanding to speak with me. Blocked, blocked, and blocked again. I consider myself fortunate that he wasn't able to find my home address.
He is truly terrifying, and honest to goodness downright evil. PLEASE, please by all means DO NOT "adopt" from this man!!!!! He is cruel, abusive, and has no problem engaging in harrassment and stalking. STAY AWAY AT ALL COSTS.
Aundaray Guess Reviews
I met Aundaray Guess while out for a stroll in Hamilton Heights. He was walking a trio of beagles, and one of them reminded me of my precious chilhood companion, Peyronie. I had to say hello.
I was so excited to learn that he was involved in a beagle rescue (at least, that's what he told me). He invited me to come meet them at his home to see them, so we exchanged numbers.
He texted me that afternoon, and we scheduled a visit for the next day. I cannot describe the horrors I saw upon entering. The stench hit me first: a horrific waft of feces, unexpressed anal glands, stale urine, and pure misery. And then I saw it. My GOD. This was no rescue! I couldn't believe my eyes - it was appalling.
Tiny crates cramped full of poor, sweet beagles were stacked floor to ceiling like the Leaning Tower of PETA; not a food or water bowl in sight, just mounds and mounds of dog poop. Some of it had been there so long it was starting to mold.
Apparently not registering the shock on my face, he gestured grandly, puffed out his chest, and asked "well? Aren't they just darling?" My. GOD. I was choking back tears and wondering if he would chase me if I sprinted for safety. "The adoption fee is typically $2,500, as that covers food, board, and veterinary care while they are with us, but I was so moved by your story about Peyronie, I'd like to offer you a discounted fee of $2,000. That is, provided you pass a home inspection." I think my soul left my body. Was this real? Was I in The Upside Down? Please tell me this was all a horrible dream! But it wasn't.
I stammered something about needing to think about it, and fled, bawling my entire way home. That's when the harrassing texts started. At first, he was insistent about me "adopting" one of the poor dogs at my "discounted fee" because "they go fast, trust me." By the next evening, I worked up the courage to tell him that what he is doing is wrong and that I would be contacting animal control.
At that point, he came unglued. "DON'T YOU KNOW WHO I AM? I WORK FOR ONE OF THE BIGGEST NONPROFITS IN THE WORLD, AND I AM A RENOWNED JOURNALIST FOR THE HUFFINGTON POST. DON'T EVEN GET ME STARTED ON MY BLOG. I COULD END YOU WITH JUST A FEW KEYBOARD STROKES." I blocked him immediately, and tried to block out what I had seen, but to this day I am haunted by it.
After the text exchange, he found my work email and started harrassing me there as well, even calling my office demanding to speak with me. Blocked, blocked, and blocked again. I consider myself fortunate that he wasn't able to find my home address.
He is truly terrifying, and honest to goodness downright evil. PLEASE, please by all means DO NOT "adopt" from this man!!!!! He is cruel, abusive, and has no problem engaging in harrassment and stalking. STAY AWAY AT ALL COSTS.