A friend of mine had his small dog crippled by a pit bull. He was walking his dog on a leash in the park and an unleased pit bull ran up and latched onto the small dog’s hind quarters and almost killed the poor thing.
The police said there was nothing they can do... a fact that infuriates me beyond words.
If I regularly walked a dog I would carry bear spray. I’m not talking about plain old pepper spray, I’m talking about $60-a-can bear spray. And if a pit bull attacked my dog I wouldn’t stop spraying the SOB until the can was empty.
My God, you’d think they’d tag it as “destruction of property”.
Oh wait, that’s right, they really don’t care about property anymore, anyway. Hence innocent dogs suffering. The only thing that ever counts with these undermining commies is maybe if some human is killed. Beatings, robberies, thefts, graffitti; none of it is important enough to prosecute for lib commies.
Have a second can on hand for the owner!
I carry a .40 when I walk my dog.
He’s but 16lbs, half of that testicles. Border Terrier.
He over-pees every marking left by other male dogs and it really angers them.
I will kill any dog that attacks.
Take that to the bank.
Damn a vicious dog. That strikes a special chord with me. I got bit in the ear when I was a little kid. Got zero tolerance for them and don't care to hear BS dog owner stories.
I keep my dog in my pocket. He barks here, bites over there.
A very good friend has a new "rescue" dog (Weimeraner). It bit my fiance (puncture wounds to thigh)completely unprovoked when she was over at his house by invitation discussing some business.
That's once.
Now we don't go over there anymore so there's not a "problem". d:^|
Years ago, I was working doing some repairs on a house in the Detroit Ghetto. The residents were several generations of welfare rats and a drug dealer son. The drug dealer owned a pit bull that he left at home.
He was gone all day. The pit bull got up, walked downstairs and out the back door, ate the legs off a dog walking through the back yard, then went back upstairs and went to sleep. The matriarch welfare rat got all freaked out that the dog was going to eat the small welfare rats in training who were just toddlers. (Sorry, multiple generations living on the taxpayers dollar get my goat)
I offered to use the drug dealers gun that he had left in his room to dispatch the dog, which we proceeded to do.
Bummer.