Thanks for the ping.
There were a few of us that had doubts about the original story.
I just finished 12 hours on the road
and I'm bit bushed to give this more than a cursory look right now,
although I felt the newbie deserved an immediate comment.
I'll ping some folks who might be interested
in the inane and hateful drivel posted by some on this thread.
PS: your pit reminds me of our Patches, just more manly. (ours is a girl.) Merry Christmas!
PPS: Aren't you the one who had an encounter with a bear that your dog helped to save you? Where are the pics from that?
I'm still hung up on the fact that they didn't test the parents for drugs/alcohol. That should have been on their record and considered for future hearings as to whether they get their child back.
They should never have custody of that child again nor ever own any animals.
Just what I think.
Good grief-the comments from the dog alarmists are even more nasty than usual-talk about your Christmas spirit-
The parents of that poor baby are either meth heads or mentally retarded-people like that are what jokes that make fun of that state are about.
That said, when I was a kid my brother and I, along with assorted cousins used to visit my grandparents for a couple of weeks in the summer. There was an 8 foot high stucco wall between the next door neighbor's property and my grandparents', and the neighbor had a big bulldog named General. It was NOT a nice dog, and we were all terrified of him, but one of our favorite games to play was to walk along the top of the wall in a line, trying to push the kid in front of you off into the yard where General was barking and snarling and lunging at the wall. One of my cousins eventually fell/was pushed into the yard and was immediately set upon by the bulldog and badly bitten. Did my grandparents demand that the neighbors shoot their dog? No, but they certainly did not spare the scoldings and spankings for kids that play stupid, dangerous games involving other peoples' property...