Pit Chihuahuas must be banned!
Posted on 05/20/2010 2:50:46 PM PDT by La Enchiladita
LAKE FOREST -- A woman in Lake Forest shot her neighbor's dog after the animal attacked her 6-year-old daughter, authorities said.
The attack happened just after 10:30 a.m. Wednesday ...
A 14-year-old boy heard screams and saw a brown and white boxer grab his 6-year-old sister's shoulder while she was playing on the driveway with her 3-year-old sister.
The boy ran to the driveway and tried to pull his sister away from the animal, but the dog then bit the girl seven times on the leg, head, shoulder and face, authorities said.
The girl's mother, Jennifer Cooper, was on the porch with her 1-year-old child and saw the dog bite her daughter. She said she tried to get the children in the house and scare the dog away.
She told police the dog tried to lunge at the youngest child, and she then went inside the home, got a Glock pistol and shot the dog in the throat.
"It could have been much worse," Cooper told KTLA. "I could be at the E.R. right now with a child that's been severely mauled or even dead."
(Excerpt) Read more at ktla.com ...
should’a shot the dog in the head or in the chest, double tap.
“A Dog’s Gotta Know His Limitations”
The “top 10 list” will evolve commensurately as soon as “breed bans” are allowed to become reality.
Eventually, Cock-A-Poos and Chinese Cresteds will be “dangerous”.
“Process of elimination”, ya know.
Bad Dog! LOL
It says she shot it in the throat. I don’t know why she wouldn’t have just shot it in the head, unless maybe it still had her kid in it’s mouth?
Either way, I can’t believe they’re trying to save it. Surely they’re not going to release it to the owner if it pulls through...
Good! Still, it's kind of amazing.
Interestingly, she had already wrestled her child away from the dog, hustled all 3 of her kids into the house, then went to a lock-box to get her Glock. She told the police and the news people, she was fearful for the other children and people on the street so went back out and shot it. Saw the interview, she's one together Mom. Lives just a few miles from me.
I was very impressed, watching the interviews of her and proud that such a woman lives in this country.
Okay, do an investigation and get back to us.
The list of dogs who can (and will) bite, given the right circumstances and/or provocation is endless.
Many of our mixed breed and pure bred dogs have a very strong prey drive, and will chase and bite a running, screaming child. It is their nature. Many dog will defensively bite if poked or teased by a child.
Their teeth are their only means of defense, or procuring dinner. Intelligent owners do not let any dog run loose, do not let any dog, even the smallest, play with unsupervised children, who love to poke, pull, or smack dogs.
Have we bred a nation of idiots? I think so. Even my daughter’s little 9 lb. Bichone Frise gets a charge out of chasing off the mailman, the UPS driver, or the local kids getting on the school bus from the safety of the top of living room couch.
Every time she tries to scare them off by her yaps, they do leave, reinforcing her sense of superior “scary skills”. We wouldn’t leave her alone, outside, or even in the living room with a 6 year old.
One poke with a stick in the ear/eye, and we would be getting the six year old stitches. All dogs bite, the little ones only need a few stitches, the big ones can be life threatening under the right circumstances, and that means labs and goldens, for you idiots out there that do not understand canine instincts.
I have Belgian Malinois, a herding breed that are smart, defensive, and not considered aggressive unless specifically trained. But, I would never let them alone with my grandchildren, not because I don’t trust the dogs. I don’t trust the grandchildren, and they are well-behaved, intelligent children.
But, dog smart? No children are, unless they have grown up training and handling dogs, and then I will submit that they should be at least 12 years old.
Pit Chihuahuas must be banned!
Nope. Orange county, too far from the craphole of LA.
The local prosecutor and police brass won't get anywhere near this, it's public relations suicide. ASPCA/ALF wackos won't either for the same reason.
She’s gorgeous!
I love all dogs, because they are what they are. Amazing domesticated animals, that still have all the primitive instincts, which can be triggered by a variety of stimuli.
Ever had to chase down a little dacshie hot on the track of a squirrel? Not even a double train semi will deter them. A mixed breed with sight-hounds in the genes? Good luck! No recall/treat/or whistle is as rewarding as chasing the white-tail deer if my guys catch them near the garden. If I keep them in the kitchen, they tremble and drool till the white butts are out of sight, then the sniffing begins with the next trip out.
But, that isn’t how most people see them. Fools think all dogs ought to be like Lassie, or Rin-Tin-Tin. Not how “it goes”, friends. These are domesticated versions of wild animals, and need to be respected as such, even the cutest little ones.
I moved to Yokosuka, Japan when I was eight years old...there were packs of wild dogs living in the tunnels there that the Japanese had burrowed out in WWII, composed of dogs who had gone feral when their owners rotated back to the states and left them behind.
The caves were all supposed to be boarded up, but they weren’t. (I know this, because my older brother and I found several and went exploring in them...nine year olds will do that.) In one, we were pretty far in, and had a handheld spotlight connected to a cigarette lighter connecter to a big battery you hung on your shoulder. It was really bright, but I dropped it and it went out. Let me tell you...that was the blackest of the black. I picked the light up and it wouldn’t come on, and I assure you, my heart rate immediately began to increase. Even a dummy like me knew this wasn’t a good thing. No backup light...no matches, no nothing. And we were pretty far into that tunnel through multiple twists and turns. The two of eventually figured out that the cigarette lighter connecter had pulled out of the battery, so we plugged it in and found our way out. But that scared the crap out of both of us, and we never went back in one of those again. (At least I didn’t, but I doubt my brother did, either)
One day, I was riding my younger brother’s bike (a little POS Stingray with a standard coaster brake) through a remote part of the base, mostly composed of vegetation covered lumpy high hills honeycombed with caves. Coming out maybe 100 yards at the most from the hills on both sides was chain link and barbed wire. Inside the chain link fences were military hardware of all kinds. Anchor chains, gun barrels for everything up to 16” guns, shells and bombs piled up, landing craft, weird gray things with wires coming out of them (probably motors or generators) and so on.
So I am pedaling down this deserted road between these vast expanses of chain link fence (it seemed vast to a nine year old) and all of a sudden, a pack of dogs comes running down one of the hills after me. I had never seen a group of dogs like this. It seemed like a hundred dogs, but in retrospect, I don’t think it was more than fifteen or twenty.
But still.
So I began to pedal for all I was worth, standing on the pedals and pushing each pedal with as much force as I could muster. I looked back, and they weren’t gaining on me.
They were nearly on top of me.
At that point...the chain came off the sprockets. It was an annoying problem, and even though we operated constantly on that bike, the chain annoyingly continued to come off when you really put the pedals to the metal. I don’t think “annyoing” was the word that appeared in my head when that chain came off.
And then the dogs were all around me, snapping at my legs. I hoisted my legs up on the handlebars, and the dogs began leaping and snapping at me. To make matters worse, I was rapidly losing speed, and the bike began to meander from side to side. Probably another five seconds, and I was going to run out of forward speed, and the momentum that would keep me upright.
Out of the blue, and with no precognition, I suddenly veered to one of those chain link fences and grabbed onto it as I came up next to it. The bike kept going as I scrambled to dig my toes in and climb, which I did before the dogs figured out what I was doing. I climbed as fast as I could to the top of the barbed wire and swung one leg over.
To this day, I am not sure why I didn’t just climb down the other side and stand there, but I think that perhaps I thought I would really be breaking regulations if I was found standing inside the barbed wire fence by the Shore Patrol. So, I swung my legs under the bottom strand of the barbed wire, and rested my armpits on the top strand.
The dogs leaped, barked and milled around for an eternity, but I think it must have been only about 15 minutes. Eventually, they figured I wasn’t coming down, and all ran off and disappeared into the hill. I waited another half hour or so, then came down. I put that chain back on the sprocket pretty quick, but I think it took twice as long because I only spent a quarter of the time actually doing it, and the rest of the time looking all around me expecting them to run back down and have at me.
A year or so before that when I was back in the states, a friend of mine and I used to taunt another friend’s dog (a BIG Wiemaraner) by running through his back yard and leaping over the fence on the other side of the yard. The two of us would go to opposite sides of the yard, and whichever one of us was left alone, we had to jump and run. Invariably, the dog would see what was going on, and run at top speed after the one running through the yard, just missing our legs as we clambered up the fence and disappeared over the side. He would then see our faces appear to look back over at him, and he would leap snapping at us. Our hearts were pounding, and we would laugh, then climb back up on the fence and tightrope walk the length of the fence with our arms extended in both directions. The dog would leap and snap at us, and when we lost our balance, we always made sure to bail out to the OUTSIDE of the fence. Occasionally, if our other friend was home, he would open the bathroom window and encourage us to run over and jump in the open window. That was really challenging because you had to time it and leap for the window, while you could just hit the fence and climb.
On one of these bathroom jumping sessions, the dog caught me. I didn’t time the leap right, and was trying to use my sneaker to get a purchase on the side of the house, and he grabbed my pants around the ankle and dragged me into the yard. He shredded my pants and ripped my sneaker off, which I had to go back in the yard to reclaim. I had several wounds from his teeth, but they were furrows, not puncture wounds. When he grabbed my pants leg and began to shake and snarl, I remember looking into those green eyes below the gray head with the bump on it. And that dog looked seriously like a wild animal. His green eyes looked fierce and crazy, and that scared the beejesus out of me. I think my other friend jumped in the yard and the dog ran after him, so I was able to jump in the window. I wasn’t really hurt, just scratched up.
But when those dogs came running out of the jungle after me, there was something completely frightening about a whole group of them. When that Weimaraner grabbed me, I remember laughing hysterically while the kid who owned the dog was trying to help me in the window. When that pack ran after me, I was scared shitless.
That's her con!
A "hard-contact" shot to the thorax with even a small caliber gun would have taken this dog out.
That’s weird Boxers are usually great dogs,,,I have heard some gang bang types have been breeding boxers with pits cuz they’re bigger,,,makes me ill.
WTF? The dog is in critical condition? That’s why you have 10+ round magazines for krisesakes. Keep pullin the trigger until the f*cker quits moving or you’re out of ammo. Good God!
Our local dog park has many pit-boxer mixes. It's becoming a popular mix. My third boxer will attack the window if a delivery man approaches, and start licking him if he enters. Most boxers are people lovers to the extent that the best punishment is to temporarily ignore them.
Mom did the best she could and it was good enough to save her children. The goobermint is the one trying to *save* the dog.
Mom saves children; goobermint advocates for killer dog: a metaphor perhaps for our current national scene.
Her neighbor is a great friend of ours! Tom is NRA and AVID gun rights. We’ve gone shooting together. He’s very cool. It was no surprise he said that. I LOL’d.
Intense story there. Glad you made it!
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