Sucker holes agin
Enough holes in the cloud cover to buoy us up for a walk; fortunately I got my mother inside before a frightening incident. I took some garbage out to the can, and just down the block was a large fawn and white dog that happened to be a pit bull. It spotted me and came running towards me, so I scuttled up the driveway, vaulted over the porch railing and got into the house as it reached the front door behind me. It hung around on our side deck, peering in the window, causing our cat to get very fierce, puffing himself up to twice his normal size; he actually went over to the store door, put his paws up and screamed loudly at the dog, who looked at him steadily. It wouldn't leave, interfering with my plans to go running. Animal Control wasn't answering, so I called 911, where a very nice lady told me she'd get hold of them. Not too long afterwards, two very nice young women from Animal Control showed up, and searched our yeard. It had left, but they said they'd cruise around and see if they could find it. I decided to go running anyway, but was still pretty shaky.
I did feel sorry for the poor thing at one point, but it was impossible to tell what kind of temperament it possessed. Stupid owners, not securing their dog.
I did feel sorry for the poor thing at one point, but it was impossible to tell what kind of temperament it possessed. Stupid owners, not securing their dog.
posted by isabelita at 12:55 PM
4 Comments:
These days, it's hard to know whether a pit bull will be the sweethearts they once were or the demons you hear about so often in dog attack situations. Best to get of their way, like you did, than hope for the best. People should keep their dogs in check, even the tiny little chihuahuas that can do a mean job on ankles.
So when exactly were pit bulls ever sweethearts? I'm interested in this historical time...
Yeah, in fact, the worst bit I ever had from a dog was inflicted by some crappy little mongrel that used to live across the street.
Pit bulls, in my experience, have naturally sweet dispositions. During my childhood, we had three pit bulls as pets and they were utterly docile and friendly around people; never a worry about attacking anyone. People who have in-bred them for fighting, abused them, and trained them to be mean are the guilty ones, not the poor dogs. Granted, the poor dogs that have been subject to those kinds of abuse are no longer trustworthy, but the abusers should be attached to the euthanasiast's needle, along with the abused dogs.
My first landlady in L.A. had a portly pit bull named Skip. He was the dumbest and sweetest dog ever. All he wanted was petting. And food.
But if a pit bull showed up unbidden on my porch, I'd call Animal Control, too.
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