Nightmare | Dinosaur Colorado, 81610

This story involves a corrupt small town marshal who is also a realtor and town manager. This man is no Gene Hackman, no matter how much he believes he is.

I moved to Dinosaur, Colorado with my husband and my beloved little rescue dog in January, 2023. Six months later, I had filed for divorce my dog was dead and I was illegally evicted which has never happened before.

The marshal's best-buddy is a cowardly landlord who clearly has serious cash-flow problems. This landlord resembles "my pillow guy". I am certain their bro-mance continues today.

Then there were the methamphetamine dealers with a dangerous and deadly Pitbull Terrier. [for the record, I know a Pitbull Terrier that is a family dog and the most loving 'couch hippo' ever]

When these monsters moved in, they had established a compound complete with a vagetable garden, prison yard bright lighting and cameras, within three days. They had a front of a 'tattoo business'. They also had two adult children and a toddler, their oldest living in a camper in the back yard. These human rodents are reminiscent of the infamous Manson's. The husband/father introduced himself as a proud felon and made prison his home for years. When this attack happened, their 18 year old daughter stood on their porch, watching with absolutely no emotion. None.

There was a shared yard between the homes with no separation in the entryway. The Pitbull was never restrained and had full control of 'her yard'. The parking was shared, but I only used the garage for my little blue Jetta. I enthusiastically offered them full access to the shared parking for their "tattoo business".

I made friends with them because I lived alone and I was terrified of them. The last thing I was going to do is complain to the common cowardly landlord about anything because I'm not daft.

The cowardly landlord bought these two rental houses using the marshal/realtor in the first place as rumor has it from the guy that is My Pillow Guy's handyman and town crier.

Once this landlord realized that the people he rented to in desparation were meth dealers, he needed a reason to evict them without admitting any knowledge of that detail. He found that reason with the help of his buddy when he was wearing his 'marshal hat'. They decided to claim that I complained about the multiple trucks, cars including a midlife-crisis yellow Corvette in the parking 'lot'. They used that complaint to come up with a town parking ordinance violation. The marshal and landlord included my name in the eviction papers that they refused to show me. They terrorized me for days. I had no idea about this for a week as their anger grew into hate for me as I was the reason they were losing their homestead. I felt the tension when I entered the common yard to get to my car, in and out.

The vile hate for me finally exploded 5 days after they were served. The 300+ pound wife/mother started screaming at me. She was high and had a bottomless glass of hard alcohol going. She blamed me for everything, calling me selfish along with every bit of hateful profanity which was the adjective base of her vocabulary.

I went back inside to avoid her for an hour or so. Then, I decided to bite the bullet and show them I wasn't afraid about an hour later. I will regret that decision until the day I die.

This huge gluttonous woman had continued her multifaceted high and she waddled from her porch to my entry walkway. She argued her claims and got more aggressive as I tried to defend myself.

Their Pitbull Terrier was still young and trainable. She [their dog] had met my dog, Opie through the fence. She got into my house twice when I was in the garden and thankfully got along with Opie just fine. This was a happy yet calm atmosphere. Anyone who has ever been in contact with any animal would know that household pets react to their owners mood. This photo shows the place where my best friend was attacked.

Common entry deadly dog attack

Their dog sensed the anger and turned to my dog and bit into him. No matter how I screamed she was in it for blood. The husband/proud felon was also high as a kite and yelled "good girll!!" and "finish him off". He also forbade his huge wife from helping my dog, which she actually did, but too late. She helped carry my bleeding dog to my couch and contiunued yelling at me. She finally left when I ignored her to tend to my bleeding wingman.

Then she came back. When I wouldn't open the door she promised "much worse" which I took seriously considering her intoxicated state and my pathetic excuse of a front door. She continued her verbal attack and pushed me. She wouldn't listen to reason. Eventually, I got her to leave.

Then came the husband/felon. He was on his Honda-Davidson as my husband, an actual Harley Davidson owner and lifelong rider calls it. He pulled up to my front window and threatened me. I wrote it down as he yelled it.

Threat from proud felon neighbor

At that point my dog was alive but listless. I kept him stoned with marijuana for pain all night.

In the morning, I went to the marshal to report the unreal attack. My cowardly landlord arrived a few minutes after me but the marshal gave me the index finger wait signal as he ushered my landlord into his office before me.

The marshal/realtor didn't file a report at all.

There is more to the story, but my dog didn't make it. After learning of my dog's death, the marshal told me he needed a death report from the vet to make a report of the entire attack. Somehow the attack on me meant nothing in the eyes of the law, nor my wellbeing. This "promise of harm" is punishable by up to three years in prison. They didn't even get a citation.

After my dog died, I checked myself into a mental health facility immediately for acute death grief for a week. I told the police that I already envisioned sailing off HWY 40 around mile marker 55 at a very high speed if they didn'tmake that happen. The thought of going home to an empty house and those people next door was more than I could bear.

While I was gone, this landlord [my pillow guy lookalike] helped himself into my rented yard space and mowed the lawn. I found other signs around the house that indicated he walked in through the back door and helped himself to a bottle of water. I asked the court to issue a protection order with proof and was denied because I didn't catch him on camera in the act.

I refused to pay the following month's rent because my pillow guy was completely responsible for my terror and the death of my dog. That was how they managed to evict me. There is a federal law that allows any disabled person a two-week period and the option for mediation before eviction. I was surprised with a 48 hour notice because I didn't know and was never advised that there is a loophole in Colorado's disabled mandate for landlords with five or fewer rental properties. My pillow guy was so impressed with himself to surprise me with this.

I talked to https://openheartadvocates.org/ for help a week prior to this because I knew I was absolutely helpless with nowhere to go and no help to move at all. Or the funds. They promised help with housing and a "team of volunteers" to help me move. Once Moffat County Advocates realized who I was and the underlying corruption, they gave me this response and never replied to me again;

I ended up losing everything, brutally. The police wouldn't help because they didn't have an assult complaint, much less a report. They directed me to the corrupt marshal/realtor.

The court clerks were heartless witches and didn't file my motions in the 24 hour timeframe that is promised by that Federal Court office. I was literally a laughing stock. I was denied the 'trial by jury' that I formally requested. Actually, it was never mentioned, it just never happened.

Today, I can say I have forgiven all of these people because they are too dumb to know any better. I also have prayed for the Lord's most severe wrath for each and every one of them in the end. "Advocates" in particular.

I hope I am able to warn others of the pure random evil that can turn your life upside down without a trace. I lived in Colorado for 30 years and suddnely, I do not. I will never be the same.

And the Gene Hackman wannabe marshal and realtor got his listing[s].

Opie | Rest in Peace

Place of deadly Pitbull Terrier attack