This is my great fear. I have a friendly, gentle-natured four-year old Labrador, much loved by everyone in the neighbourhood. Every time I take him for a walk now it’s like running an obstacle course through the local streets and parks that have suddenly become pit-infested over the space of less than half a year. I understand there are two young women running some half-assed local rescue, who are importing these accursed creatures from US shelters. Am I a terrible person for dreaming of shoving them both into a room filled with all the pits they’ve imported and bolting the door behind them?
RIP Lady! I'm sorry she suffered so much and for the family losing their cherished pet this way. What good do pit bulls ever bring to civilization? Do they ever improve a neighborhood??? NO!!!
No anon, it does not make you a horrible person, it means you're sane and have a brain.
My girl basset hound died last August with cancer at 13 years old. My boy basset is 14 and is blind and can hardly walk. He is in the family room with us all the time. Sometimes he makes it to the kitchen to eat and to the living room to lay in the morning sun. But other times he just can't get off his bed. It's not a pretty or pleasant site. So for the last almost 7 years I kept them both from getting eaten alive by the 4 + pits next door. If I had a dollar for every time those dispicable monsters lunged and growled at us as I tried to take them in our backyard to pee, I'd be rich! I am worn and frazzled because of the stress of that plus the barking all night long and all day long. I don't know the world I am living in any more. When Jake dies probably within this year, I hope to find a way to escape this misery. But when you own your humble home and that's all you own and you know you can't sell it because there's pit breeders next door, it's a depressing situation I have. I'm sorry you lost your life in such a way, Lady. Anonymous 12:54am Bear Spray, Gun, and a sharp appropriate knife!!!
I left the comment above then got up to cook a little supper. Then I saw my bowl full of coffee grounds and tea bags and I decided to step outside my back door and put it on the little pile of dirt where I compost. I flipped the light on and walked 10 steps to my spot without making much noise at all and those XXL pits went crazy barking and lunging at me. I turned and got back inside. I would have enjoyed looking up at the stars and feeling the breeze of the night and maybe sat down in my chair for a few minutes on the patio. But then I would have to endure the monsters!!! I come back in and keep my tv on loudly all night long. I would really like to know who else lives like this in Decatur Al ?
Decatur, I think of you often way up here in Vancouver. I posted the first comment here. I can't imagine how you've dealt with the stress. I expect your blog is part of it and I'm indebted to you for the work you do here, but no one should have to live with the situation you're in. Like you, I wonder how the hell we got to this. Be safe.
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