Our neighbors have a very mean pit bull. It attacked my dad this morning. Like... attacked! 0_o I'm not about to go all bitchy on pits. I love 'em, in fact! This is the first mean pit bull I've ever met in my life.
So yeah... his owner keeps him chained to a tree during the day, and locked in a kennel all night. Well the dog broke out of his kennel last night, and went after my dad this morning.
Not only is this treatment cruel to the animal, keeping it chained like that... but that dog is dangerous. Seriously. They need to get rid of it, or something. They obviously can't take care of the poor thing.
And now I'm afraid to walk to the bus stop at pitch-black six in the morning.
But, yeah. The dog belongs to the teenager of the house over there. And that boy has never struck me as being very bright. That dog went after a guy who was jogging down the street a few months ago, and when the jogger went to the kid about it, after beating the dog back with a stick, the kid just simply apologized, and went on like "well I just unchained him for a little bit... I only went inside for a second" and so on. Yeah, a lot of good that did, right? Face it kiddo. You can't control your damn dog. What do you do about it?
If my mom doesn't call animal control first, I will. I definatly don't want to see my dad shoot it, which he said he will if this happens again.
I don't like this at all. I hate to have any bitter feelings toward any animal. I love them too much. =[
Ophrysia · Tue Mar 27, 2007 @ 02:55am · 0 Comments |