Man Accused Of Dumping Puppies In A Dumpster Arrested

There are terrible people everywhere. Some are terrible drivers. Some cut in line. But there is a special place in hell for someone that would put several puppies in a dumpster, in a bag filled with a cleaning chemical. That is another level of terrible. Sadly, that story happened, but thankfully, the police may have their man.

39 year old Michael Grindrod is facing a boatload of charges for what the Las Vegas Metropolitan Police department says he did. According to the police, he worked and lived at the apartment complex near Jones and Charleston but got laid off and was getting evicted.

According to a witness that police interviewed, he was trying to get rid of the pups and purposely placed the dogs in a trash bag with chemicals to essentially take them out. (Editor's note: just because your life isn't going according to plan doesn't mean other lives need to be taken out)

Grindrod allegedly put five of nine puppies in the dumpster but thankfully were rescued. Sadly one of the pups had to be put down due to blood in its chest. But the other dogs seem to be OK. Only time will tell if the chemical concoction caused any long term health issues.

Grindrod will have his day in court for allegedly dumping puppies in a dumpster (and for a stolen vehicle charge he was picked up on) and we'll keep an eye out.

There are a lot of big hearts in the animal community in Las Vegas, and there are also a few too many monsters. Even back to the economic downturn when foreclosed upon people were leaving their pups in vacant homes (which in turn created a non-profit called Foreclosed Upon Pets), the track record in the valley has not been great. Here's hoping we can get it under control. Enough is enough.

Driving in Las Vegas is an adventure. By adventure we mean arguably the worst thing since paper cuts and bleu cheese. Yes, drivers in the valley leave a lot to be desired and today we take them on.

As a driver on Blue Diamond Road nearly every day, I have been witness to, and involved in everything. I was hit by a tractor trailer that decided to plow through me when a light turned green. Oh, and I had a motorcyclist chase me because I had the gall to drive in my lane while he split lanes. (I shook him at the 15 ramp at the Silverton).

Just recently I was picking up my kid from daycare in Southern Highlands. The one lane road I was on has a speed limit of 35 miles per hour. So, as is customary, I drive 40. Please don't arrest me - but we all know there's a little wiggle room. A guy in a big RAM truck who looks like he has never used the flatbed once in his life starts riding my ass. I see in the rear view he does the "hand brush", as to tell me to go faster and risk getting a ticket so this stranger can get to his Napoleon Complex Anonymous meeting faster.

I waved at him. This caused him rage. He flipped me off. I threw a thumbs up. He then... took the next right into his subdivision. The amount of vitriol he had for the fact I wasn't going fast enough over the speed limit to delay him by approximately four seconds! It's hysterical.

We've all seen the drivers we can't stand. Multiple times. I tried to list a bunch of them here, but let me know if I missed anything!

Otherwise known as the "I have double immunity no erasies" driver who thinks just because they have a plate that insinuates they are the child of a Metro employee, they are free to do anything they want. Nope.

Sure, it's not legal in Nevada. But that doesn't stop motorcyclists from cutting between cars, driving over the Botts' dots and nearly clipping your mirror.

God didn't give him much to work with. So he bought a muscle car or lifted truck and he takes out his pain on the road, cutting you off, flipping the bird and rolling coal whenever possible.

Sure, you have your directional on. Sure, there's enough room for you to merge. But Marge, in her large SUV, will have none of it. She accelerates, beeps her horn at you for daring to share a lane with her, and it becomes uncomfortable for everyone.

Yes. The left lane is a lane. It's called the passing lane. Not the drive 3 under the limit and listen to CCR whilst whistling and tapping your steering wheel lane. Move over.

Honey, your makeup isn't going to help you if you crash that car. Put the mascara away, flip up the visor, and drive.

There is a device in the car that will inform people behind you that you intend to turn. But why use that when you can rely on telepathy.

You took a left about 9 miles ago. Your blinker is still on. The person behind you flashes their beams at you but you pay no mind. You drive blissfully unaware of your surroundings. This is also "The Drive Without Your Lights On Driver".

Wait... does... does anyone see this guy? He's got no plate? Metro are you... why aren't you pulling him over?! HE JUST CUT THAT LADY OFF?! How are you allowed to drive without plates in Vegas?!

They came here for lower taxes, less traffic and cheaper homes, like many of us did. But they came after us, and now our traffic is worse, homes are unaffordable and... well at least the taxes aren't there. Yet.