posted on Jan, 2 2007 @ 12:52 PM
This subject hits very close to home for me. Very
I had a pit bull for many yrs, Meeka, my best friend. She was a very smart dog and listened very well. I understood the importance of proper training
when it comes to a little girl with a big dog. I could say 'Meeka, to your room baby' and off she'd go.
I honestly do believe she understood english as well as any of us. She was amazing. I made sure she was properly socialized with both animals and
humans and all was well.
She got the job done: Mess with mama and I will eat you, but in reality... she wouldnt hurt a fly. Worked for me because my temper prevents me from
I married, began having children, life goes on. Still same ol meeka (about 6 by the time it all hit the fan). Family dog. My best friend.
Then one day, like any other day, I walked in the house and sit my baby down on his feet in the kitchen. He waddles over to Meeka and she transforms
in an instant and viciously bites my babies face. Very badly.
I cared for my child, hurting so badly in so many ways and then had to come home to face Meeka, my best friend. The one that maimed my child. I spent
many days as my child healed thinking about what I had to do. What was right.
And it killed me.
I came home with my baby (2 yrs old) and put Meeka in 'her room'. I walked into the kitchen, called animal control, told them what happened and
asked for them to please come get her. Not to put her up for adoption but to put her under.
I went to spend my (shew cant type for the tears hehe) last few minutes with my 'best friend' and told her she was going to a place called rainbow
bridge where bunches of other animals will be and tons of warm sunshine and yummy food.
And there she sat, the puppy I raised, that precious look in her eyes that I yearned for when I was away from home too long. Her big ol wet nose. We
played shaking hands and me just holding her. She hated when I cried so I tried to hide it... she knew.
They wouldnt come inside to get her. I had to take that thing they use and put it around her neck. I had to take her to the truck and put her in the
cage. It sucked man.
Er, now I need a nerve pill shew, that was more than I bargained for.
Although verbose, it is, because of my personal experience that... yes, the breed should be banned.
This coming from a self-educated, southern born and breed redneck.