To be torn to pieces by a pack of rabid dogs

Oh, to be torn to pieces by a pack of rabid dogs! One could scarcely name a more fitting and elegant solution to so many challenges of late. And if the dogs in question could be guaranteed to be exceptionally filthy, reeking of sewer or of gutter, assuming either convenience could be arranged, and preferably also scabby, perhaps even furnished with some pus-filled open untreated wounds, if only…