I had planned to update this thread after I did a few giveaways, but I guess this is as good as a time as any to do an update. Thank you, Nepenthes101, for reviving this old thread.
The real first name of "Jason" is Ron, and my first name is John. I named him Jason because Ron and his pit bull remind me the invincible and very dangerous Jason Voorhees. Also Ron acquired his pit bull in [J]uly 2010 and I was hoping this mess would be over with in [N]ovember 2010. The first letters of the months of [J]uly [A]ugust [S]eptember [O]ctober and [N]ovember spell out [JASON].
My mom moved to our current house (next to Ron's house) sometime in 2005. I moved here in December 2005. Ron has had dogs at least as long as we have lived here. All of his dogs have been very friendly, except for the pit bull (from July 2010). I don't think Ron and his family liked it, but I used to pet his dogs. I petted his dogs several times a week for years. I quit petting his dogs after the pit bull attacked Garth on August 3rd, 2010. I even petted the pit bull until that date. I did not know that the pit bull was dangerous until it was too late.
...fast forward to September 2010. I think Ron had to pay a $150 or $200 fine to the criminal court system for the pit bull attack. Also in September, our landlord (which is a really nice guy) started to put up a new fence so that we would have a complete fence between Ron's and our's properties. At that time, our male Siamese cat somehow went into Ron's yard and was killed by the pit bull. The cat's name was Coco. The only reason our family knows that the pit bull killed Coco is because our other neighbors (the Clarks, which are also really nice people) heard Coco being killed by the pit bull. Shortly after Coco was killed, we replaced Coco with a female cat named Silly.
Here's some photos of Coco the Siamese cat before he was killed:
Coco stretched out, but still alive:
On October 9th, when our fence was still incomplete, the pit bull got in our yard for a second time.
See the gap in the fence covered with a car hood?:
Where did that car hood go? This is probably how the pit bull got in our yard the second time:
Garth in the processing of healing:
A gap in the fence covered with a blue kiddie pool:
A different gap in the fence covered with particle board:
Heeere's pit bull! [a reference to The Shining (1980)]:
Fence falling apart already:
Fence needs more nails:
Pit bull trying to get through fence:
Fence falling apart:
Both of my family's dogs were inside the house and no people or animals were injured. A female from Animal Control came and picked up the pit bull. She tried to directly return the pit bull to Ron's yard, but they were not home. In less than 24 hours, the pit bull was back in its yard. My mom tried to get a police report for the second incident, but the female from Animal Control did not write a report. I believe the female from Animal Control was a friend of Ron's family and basically gave my mom the runaround, which I believe is completely against the law. I also think that Animal Control legally had to hold the pit bull for 10 days, but they chose not do.
Pit bull in my front yard:
Between October 10th and October 17th, our landlord and his helpers finished the fence between Ron's and our's yards. I think Ron may have put up about one-third or one-half of the entire fence. So we had a complete and newish fence (that was already falling apart because the pit bull body slams and chews on the fence) between our yards and we believed that there was no way that the pit bull could get in our yard again.
On October 18th, I slept in until about 7:10pm. This is pretty normal for me because I am frequently nocturnal. I took a shower and I went and got the mail. I then went into the house and my mom put Garth out. I started to look at the mail, and I heard a horrible squeal. I looked outside, and the pit bull was in our front yard, biting Garth. Next to Garth and the pit bull was Mr. Clark, our neighbor. I ran into the front yard. I think Mr. Clark was trying to get the pit bull to open her jaws to release Garth. Eventually, Garth was free and he ran from the front yard, through the side yard, through the back yard, and into the back porch. I yelled to my mom that Garth was going towards the back porch. She went to the back porch and held Garth for quite a while. He had been bitten numerous times and he was bleeding pretty badly, but I was still in the front yard and I didn't know how bad it was.
Let me backtrack a little. When the pit bull went in our front yard, our gates were all locked. Mr. and Mrs. Clark were walking down the street near our house. Mr. Clark saw the attack and he jumped the fence to break up the mauling. I think Mrs. Clark called 911.
Okay, so Garth ran to the back porch. Mr. Clark held onto the pit bull's collar. Apparently this pit bull might be human-friendly and dog-dangerous. Or maybe the pit bull only wants to attack our dogs because the dogs bark at each other so much? Mr. Clark held onto the pit bull's collar for quite a while. As he did that, I went into the house and called 911. After calling 911, I unlocked the gates so that the police would not have to hop the fence. When I was in the house, I saw Garth bleeding in the back porch with my mom putting pressure on his wounds to stop the bleeding. This is apparently a while after the Clarks called 911. Eventually a male police officer came to the scene. The pit bull didn't try to hurt any humans at that time. The Clarks and I told the police officer what happened. We were basically just waiting for Animal Control to show up. The police officer asked me to get a leash so that he could tie the pit bull to the fence. I went inside and grabbed a nylon leash. The police officer tied the pit bull to the fence with my help. The police officer asked me how the pit bull got in our yard, and I told him the truth, which was that I didn't know. I even showed him that we had a brand new fence. One strange thing that I pointed out to him was that someone had opened one of our gates that was locked shut. The police officer showed me how easy it was to compromise our gate. Then the police officer had to leave to go to another call. It took quite a while after the police officer left, but a man from Animal Control finally arrived. I started to tell Animal Control what happened. While this was happening, the pit bull broke the nylon leash and became loose. This is when I started cursing profusely because I knew that Garth and my mom were sitting ducks in the back porch. As I was cursing, I ran through the house and luckily the pit bull didn't know where Garth and my mom were. I ran to the point where the front yard and the side yard meet. I basically blocked the path that led to Garth and my mom. Also, luckily, I had a high-powered flashlight on me. It was dark outside, and every time the pit bull tried to get past me I shined my flashlight into her eyes and she ran in a different direction. Apparently dogs will not run into blinding light. The guy from Animal Control told me repeated to go into the house, and every time he did I told him I couldn't. I was unable to communicate the message that my dog and my mom were sitting ducks.
Eventually the guy from Animal Control captured the pit bull and put her in his vehicle. After that, I told him to follow me. We walked from the front yard, down the side yard, through the backyard, and into the back porch. Garth was lying in a large pool of blood, and he could not stand up. I got on the phone and eventually called an emergency vet. I wrote down the directions to get to the vet. The vet was about 50 miles away from our house. Garth was wearing a halter-leash and I picked him up by the halter and pulled him in the car. Then my Mom and I left to the emergency vet. The Clarks were telling Animal Control what had happened as we left.
We made it to the veterinarian's office without any problems. It took a while before the vets could see Garth, as they had an animal in worse condition than Garth that they had to attend to first. They eventually took care of Garth, and after several hours, we went home. I couldn't sleep at all that night. In the morning, a man from Animal Control came to our home to talk to me. I was really tired and I don't think I answered his questions very well.
Blood in back porch:
Blood in back yard:
Blood in car (most of it went onto sheets):
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