Originally Posted by
11B10
For 20 years, I've lived in a very quiet neighborhood - until about 2 years ago, when a group of people moved into a rental house two doors down from us. Since they've moved in, we've had every kind of antisocial behavior you can think of that would emanate from basically teenagers left to their own devices - with a Mother who is trying desperately to relive her youth. We had young people handcuffed on our front sidewalk last summer, we've had what we believe is drug activity, plus the type of street stuff you'd associate with inner city, like tuff guys "boxing" in the middle of the street, absolutely terrible car stunts, etc. OK, yesterday one of the frequent visitors to this address brought his dog, a pit and somethingelsehuge mix, which was sitting in the backseat of his suv, open window. Another neighbor was walking her maybe 20 lb. little dog (ld)when big dog (bd) jumps through the open window and, as ld attempts to flee, bd grabs him by the gut and begins twisting the ld so violently I think he could rip him in half. I'm across the street, just began mowing my lawn, 15 yards away. I have my H&K P30SK aiwb, spare mag at 11:00, Griptilian rf pocket, as always. I realize none of the dozen or so morons, including the mother, are gonna be able to separate the two. The mother, who's literally strolling around in the street, talking on her phone, apparently did call 911. The rest are alternating between screaming at the dog and running around in circles. I retrieve a youth baseball-sized aluminum bat from my front closet (has been used in the past to whack a couple ground hogs who invaded our yard and cornered our dog) thinking maybe I can either pry them apart or apply it liberally to the skull of the biter. By the time I come back out, bd has released ld and two LEO are just arriving. I take the ld and his owner to a grassy spot and we begin checking him out. He has a nasty puncture wound that is leaking more than bleeding and, he seems to be settling well. We are both petting him and talking to him. His breathing and heart rate are leveling off and I'm once again thinking good things for him. I have a 2-1/2 year old granddaughter living 1/2 block away and I know my approach woulda been a bit different if the biter had gone after her. I hate the idea of shooting dogs, but.....can you say contact shots? I had two phone conversations with one of the officers. I told him how good their response time was, but, was not pleased with his responses to my questions. He 'wasn't sure' where the dog was/went - he 'thinks' the owner took him...somewhere. I was only listening until he said: "You know, I walked right up to the (biter) and petted him." I said: "My experience was that I saw an approximately 85 lb. dog attempting to tear a 20 lb. dog in half. I have a granddaughter 1/2 block away - she plays outside all the time. I want to know where that dog is."