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Brings back bad memories for me—I used to have a little white 5 lb. Llasa/? mix named Prissy, and several other dogs when I lived near downtown Dallas years ago.My Hispanic neighbors were raising German Shepherd mixed dogs for fighting, and that was (still is? Don’t know)a big business back then. They barely fed them, hit them with sticks, etc. to make them mean. As a result, whenever my dogs were outside, the neighbor’s dogs would rush the fence between our yards and desperately try to reach them.

One horrible Sunday my cat had just had seizures (she had developed diabetes but I didn’t know it) and I had just gotten off the phone with the vet (she was fine after that)
when my doorbell rang. I was already severely rattled when I answered it, only to see my neighbor and his teenaged son standing on the porch. The kid was holding something in a bloody white towel, and the neighbor began to apologize profusely, over and over again, saying his dogs had dragged *my* dog under the fence and killed her!!!! I went into shock as I grabbed the towel and opened it up to see Prissy shredded, literally, all over her little body, blood everywhere, you couldn’t even tell she was white colored. :*( :*(

I grabbed her in the towel and screamed some obscenity at the neighbor and he and the kid beat a hasty retreat while I just stood there on the porch crying hysterically. I put my head down on her when suddenly I heard a whimper!! I checked for a pulse, and she had a very weak one—I immediately grabbed my keys and purse and ran to my truck (standard) with her and proceeded to drive frantically, running red lights (fortunately there wasn’t much traffic at that time of day on a Sunday) up north to where the closest emergency animal hospital was. I remember how hard it was to cradle her with my left hand and try to change gears and steer with my right hand, but God was with me and we both got to the hospital safely!

Once there I ran inside and they immediately did triage on her, taking her in the back. Awhile later the vet came out and gave me the odds that even with surgery, her chances of survival were less than 1%—I told him to do whatever he could to save her, no matter the cost! They let me see her (to tell her goodbye because they were pretty sure she wouldn’t survive) and she was in a cage that was being pumped with oxygen, covered with a blue blanket. She was motionless and that scared me for a moment until I called her name. When I did that, her little tail began wagging :*) :*) and I had faith that she would survive after all!

And she did. It cost me over $1500 in vet bills, and she had over 100 stitches. She recovered completely and had no physical problems as a result of the attack (psychological ones though)—I am still angry that the City of Dallas would do NOTHING when I called the police and reported the attack—said dogs attacking dogs didn’t count, and their hands were tied UNTIL the animals actually attacked a HUMAN!! There were all ages of little kids in that neighborhood back then who could have been killed by those dogs, and they wouldn’t do anything UNTIL someone was attacked. That still astounds me to this day, and it’s been almost 20 years ago! (1990)

People need to be more responsible about their pets—they aren’t owners, they are caretakers! Which means, take care of your pets! It’s terrible that families have to go through these kinds of attacks on their pets, a lot of time which are fatal...unfortunately the only good thing is that a human wasn’t attacked. Kudos to the vets/staff for taking such good care of Sugar, and I pray she recovers completely!
As for the people who trained the pit bull to attack, shame on them—I hope Sugar’s caretakes sue them for every penny they have to pay for all of her vet bills, and the law is enforced as much as it possibly can!