This is exactly the sort of mentality that royally pisses me off: People who, either from poor judgment or from deliberately socializing a dog that way, value a vicious dog over humans, even small children.
Back in the late 1980s, we had an incident with a guy out in the country near Mooreland who had a huge and vicious -- think Cujo and you'll get the idea -- Saint Bernard named Rowdy.
Rowdy was a known threat, and whenever I visited with the neighbors down the road from where he lived about a 1/2 mile away, we were strongly advised to never take our bikes anywhere near that house.
Everyone in the area knew about the Rowdy, including the owner, and we all knew about it for several years.
One day, the man (and I use that term loosely) of the house's eight-year-old niece was over visiting with her cousin, when said niece's mom showed up to take her home.
The niece, as is common with youngsters, excitedly trotted out the door and hopped off the porch to greet her mom and get into the car with her...only to have Rowdy immediately pounce on her and tear her throat out.
The owner somehow got Rowdy off of his niece, at least enough so that they were able to get her into the car and go at light speed all the way to New Castle and the ER at the hospital there.
As it turned out, the doctors explained after the emergency surgery they had to do, if the dog had been a mere 1/4" further back, he would have severed her carotid artery, and she wouldn't have survived even one minute.
The little girl is all grown up now, but to this day, she speaks with a permanent whisper because of the damage done to her larynx.
The clincher is that the ******* owner refused to put Rowdy down, ever after the dog had come within an ace of killing his own niece.
My brothers and I were so incensed by this that we actually seriously plotted to make a special trip to where Rowdy was when no one was at home, then when he inevitably would come up and try to attack the car, blow his ass away with a high powered rifle, then drive off.
We never did that, out of fear of getting caught by the law, even though we knew that the rest of the folks in the community there would quietly celebrate such a deed.
The owner was such a pig-headed asshat that he only had Rowdy put down years later, but only when the dog was already on his last legs from age and suffering.
Yeah, I lost all respect for the guy who owned this dog, and I feel the same way about anyone who keeps his penis extension of a vicious dog.
Back in the late 1980s, we had an incident with a guy out in the country near Mooreland who had a huge and vicious -- think Cujo and you'll get the idea -- Saint Bernard named Rowdy.
Rowdy was a known threat, and whenever I visited with the neighbors down the road from where he lived about a 1/2 mile away, we were strongly advised to never take our bikes anywhere near that house.
Everyone in the area knew about the Rowdy, including the owner, and we all knew about it for several years.
One day, the man (and I use that term loosely) of the house's eight-year-old niece was over visiting with her cousin, when said niece's mom showed up to take her home.
The niece, as is common with youngsters, excitedly trotted out the door and hopped off the porch to greet her mom and get into the car with her...only to have Rowdy immediately pounce on her and tear her throat out.
The owner somehow got Rowdy off of his niece, at least enough so that they were able to get her into the car and go at light speed all the way to New Castle and the ER at the hospital there.
As it turned out, the doctors explained after the emergency surgery they had to do, if the dog had been a mere 1/4" further back, he would have severed her carotid artery, and she wouldn't have survived even one minute.
The little girl is all grown up now, but to this day, she speaks with a permanent whisper because of the damage done to her larynx.
The clincher is that the ******* owner refused to put Rowdy down, ever after the dog had come within an ace of killing his own niece.
My brothers and I were so incensed by this that we actually seriously plotted to make a special trip to where Rowdy was when no one was at home, then when he inevitably would come up and try to attack the car, blow his ass away with a high powered rifle, then drive off.
We never did that, out of fear of getting caught by the law, even though we knew that the rest of the folks in the community there would quietly celebrate such a deed.
The owner was such a pig-headed asshat that he only had Rowdy put down years later, but only when the dog was already on his last legs from age and suffering.
Yeah, I lost all respect for the guy who owned this dog, and I feel the same way about anyone who keeps his penis extension of a vicious dog.
