Years ago the lady next door’s ex husband moved in with her and brought his pit bull with him. Knowing their reputation I asked a friend of mine from Southern California, who was an Animal Control Officer, about this. He told me, from his experience, I had two choices. 1)Kill the pit bull. 2)Sell my house and move.
I did neither. After an attack on one of my pointers that resulted in no injury, an attack on another neighborhood dog that resulted in a trip to the vet and stiches, and two other dogs being killed, I sold my house and moved to the “I told ya so,” of my State Humane Officer friend.
Pit bull: The Canine of Peace.
Anti-Freeze hotdogs would have solved your problem without having to move.