What follows happened today.
I was standing at the kitchen sink pouring myself a glass of tea and looking out of the window that looks into the neighbors back yard. I could hear screaming and the sounds of a dog fight. This is not an unusual occurrence unfortunately. The neighbors are the most irresponsible , insane , pet owners you would not want to meet. Their pet of choice are pit bulls.
Over the years I have watched these dogs fight each other to the death. I have called the police and animal control and been told no crime has been committed so there was nothing they could do. Needless to say the neighbors and I are on less than speaking terms.
When I looked out the window I saw there seventy eight year old maid in a panic
screaming ,” Get the dog! Get the dog!”
She was talking to the owner of the dog who was bent over and bouncing around shouting NO! At first glance I thought they had another dog in the back yard and I just shook my head. The pit bull was dragging it around , lurching with all of its weight and shaking its head. That’s when I saw the hands and feet.
This was not a dog! This animal had a child and when it shook it I could see the arms and legs flailing in the air! I was out the door and across the yard without thinking. They keep their gate locked but I hit it running full speed and God and my six foot three hundred pounds opened the gate.
What I saw I’m still trying to process. I have seen a lot of gore in my life but never , never , involving such a small child. The child was laying on his back. His little legs had bite marks and torn flesh from the knees down. The dog had the child’s head in its mouth and was shaking , growling , and trying to drag the young boy away.
The entire time the owner had been standing there afraid of his own animals and shouting no. I reached down and grabbed his collar and pulled him straight up and the dog tried to turn on me but I pushed him down to the ground and started twisting his collar trying to choke him down.
The little boy could not have been more then three or four years old. He was screaming and the owner just stood there and started making a phone call while I’m fighting with this full grown bull dog. I screamed for him to take the child inside because I didn’t know how long I could keep this dog down.
Finally he picked the little boy up and took him inside and it was me , the dog and the grandmother who was on the ground covered in blood. I told her to get up and go in and it took awhile for her to get up but this brave lady finally made it.
That left me and the dog and I guess we had each other because I couldn’t let it go knowing it was going to turn on me. The only thing I could think was to keep choking it. I twisted the collar as hard as I could and could hear the dog choking. Very soon the dog became docile going limp and sitting at my feet. I turned the dog loose and he went one way and I went the other.
Apparently I had damaged the gate and it didn’t secure properly because my mother , looking out the same kitchen window , told me the dogs were out and in our yard. I told her to STAY INSIDE. I went out the front door and walked up to see if I could see them and I did. They had circled another child that lives across the street and was trying to knock him down.
To make matters worse the boys sister was on roller skates. I grabbed a board and was screaming at the little boy to stand still! Don’t run! Don’t move! I got to him and chased the dog away this time armed with a board.
I got the brother and sister on either side of me and walked them home. The problem there was that the dogs had gone to their house trying to get in the backyard to get at their dog. I took the board and slammed it down on the side of a boat that was sitting there and the dogs shot straight past me in to my front yard where as , you guessed it , my eighty-five year old mother stood in the driveway.
They circled her. I ran across the street screaming and swinging what was left of my board because it had broken in half when I hit the boat. The dogs ran off and back into there own yard.
Sirens wailing and lights flashing the police came , animal control came , the ambulance came. I will have to go down to the Detectives Bureau and give them a statement and answer questions. It’s midnight now and all I can see is a child maybe two and half feet tall with his face covered in blood. His eye was gone. His scalp laying on the ground beside him. Arms outstretched and wide screaming wanting me to pick him up. But I could not let go of the dog.
Please…please….To what ever God you may worship…pray for this child whose life changed today. And if you don’t mind , squeeze one in for me.