Eight Months Pregnant, My Husband Fed Me to Tibetan Mastiffs

After my baby bump started showing, Maxwell Farley's secretary put me on a weight-loss program.

It required me to run sixty miles a day while a pack of Tibetan Mastiffs chased and snapped at my heels.

I ran until I nearly lost the baby's heartbeat, then begged her to call the dogs off.

She just reclined in her rocking chair, smiling sweetly. “Mrs. Farley, you've gotten fat as a pig since the pregnancy. It's honestly an eyesore. I'm doing this for your own good.”

Out of options, I grabbed a flowerpot and smashed it over the lunging dog's head just to stay alive.