...on a story I worked on today with Nikita Stewart (my "contributed reporting" byline is at the end of the article) --
When I rang Mr. Gonzalez-Mugaburu's doorbell, the sound of barking dogs interrupted the quiet. I could see their silhouettes through the door's oval-shaped window. One was aggressively pawing at the door, as if trying to escape.
I felt sad and disgusted when I heard the charges against Mr. Gonzalez-Mugaburu; but it wasn't until I was standing at his door, listening to dogs barking in desperation, that it fully hit me. These dogs were the only beings left in a house disguised as a home. And all I could do was stare at them.
The beige-colored house on the corner of a street that eventually curves and comes to a dead end, Mr. Gonzalez-Mugaburu's residence looks like a stereotypical suburban home. There are garden ornaments decorating the front and back yards. There are two antique cars on the front lawn -- a teal-colored Plymouth with the license plate "56HOTTIE," and a cream-colored MG-TD.
The neighborhood is quiet and its residents know each other's names and cars. Some walk their dogs without leashes. No one I interviewed suspected a thing.
Mr. Gonzalez-Mugaburu is innocent until proven guilty. The thought that he could be guilty of the despicable charges brought against him is horrifying.
(FYI -- I checked in with the District Attorney's office earlier tonight. Mr. Gonzalez Mugaburu's dogs are being cared for, and police are making arrangements to move them to a safer place.)
Read the article here.
When I rang Mr. Gonzalez-Mugaburu's doorbell, the sound of barking dogs interrupted the quiet. I could see their silhouettes through the door's oval-shaped window. One was aggressively pawing at the door, as if trying to escape.
I felt sad and disgusted when I heard the charges against Mr. Gonzalez-Mugaburu; but it wasn't until I was standing at his door, listening to dogs barking in desperation, that it fully hit me. These dogs were the only beings left in a house disguised as a home. And all I could do was stare at them.
The beige-colored house on the corner of a street that eventually curves and comes to a dead end, Mr. Gonzalez-Mugaburu's residence looks like a stereotypical suburban home. There are garden ornaments decorating the front and back yards. There are two antique cars on the front lawn -- a teal-colored Plymouth with the license plate "56HOTTIE," and a cream-colored MG-TD.
The neighborhood is quiet and its residents know each other's names and cars. Some walk their dogs without leashes. No one I interviewed suspected a thing.
Mr. Gonzalez-Mugaburu is innocent until proven guilty. The thought that he could be guilty of the despicable charges brought against him is horrifying.
(FYI -- I checked in with the District Attorney's office earlier tonight. Mr. Gonzalez Mugaburu's dogs are being cared for, and police are making arrangements to move them to a safer place.)
Read the article here.
