Ice Cream and Dog Attacks
I got out of the house today. We went to the mall, ate Chinese in the Food Court, then hopped over to Coldstone Creamery for some great ice cream.
When we got home, Gail took the doggies out. A lady who was visiting our next door neighbor crossed through the yard to get back to her place. That’s when, out of nowhere, my dumbass hillbilly neighbor’s pit bull — for the fourth time — came charging out of nowhere and attacked Raven.
Gail managed to get them separated with only a bite puncture to Raven’s foot — again.
I told the idiot hillbilly the last time this happened that the cops would be involved if it happened again. So this time, within a half hour, we had a Howard County Sheriff’s Officer in our yard, showed him pictures of Raven’s injury, told them how this was the fourth time this asshole pit bull had attacked our leashed dog, how a dog this asshole previously owned actually killed our 11-year old German shepherd back in 2004.
I don’t care who loves that dog. I don’t care if it’s the sweetest pup in the world. It has attacked and bitten Raven four times while she was on a leash in her yard. It dies this time.
Wait and see if it doesn’t.