This story, while very sad (the dismembering of a person, shooting of an animal - never funny) does have some humor in a sick way. First of all, who has a chimp as a pet? A little monkey, maybe but to own a full size friggin chimp you would have to be a whack job to say the least. Also, there is no way a chimp owner could possibly live in a clean house - for sure there are dirty dishes in the sink, you smoke two packs a day and you have giant chimp diapers with chimp shit in them lying around. Don't even get me started on the fact that she named him Travis. Is he a country singer in Wranglers or a chimp?
Even if the owner was channeling "Every Which Way But Loose" it is still very odd. Then your best friend pays a visit to your Chimp-Dung-Taj-Majal sporting a new hairdo and the cujo-ape doesn't recognize her and proceeds to rip her face off ala Montecore/Siegfried and Roy. Giant white tigers weren't meant to be bedazzled and put on stage in Vegas with spot lights and chimps weren't meant to sit on a couch in a trailer watching Judge Judy.