I can't believe it was still alive in the morning. :(
About a week ago, at about two in the morning, the otherwise calm and peaceful night was broken by hellish sounds. Two dogs were killing another dog.
As the sounds drew me to the window, it began. Across the street, the dogs had just rounded the corner on my neighbors sidewalk. It was just vicious. Wishful thinking made me tell myself, "Stray skirmish. They'll have their little fight and move on. Disappear into the streets like they always do." But it just kept going. Something was different this time. The attack didn't stop. So it moved me from staying indifferent. I put on my sandals and rushed downstairs grabbing the wooden mop handle I keep by my dogs' food bowls. I yelled at them and banged the fence with the stick. The ones on the attack left around the corner they came from. The one who was attacked, didn't get up. It was just looking around as if to examine it's options. God it was heartbreaking.
My dogs were going crazy. Especially shadow. He was making such a ruckus with his barking. Tried to distract him from what just happened, then went back upstairs. They were at it again. This time I reacted without hesitation. Same course of action, same outcome. Since they where across the street and it was dark, I couldn't really make out what kind of dogs they were. When I went back upstairs, I keep watch through the window. I wanted to see if I could identify any of them. There are several stray packs in my neighborhood that have been causing trouble.
As I kept watch, it started to get up and stumble closer to my sidewalk. Which is the only one with grass. He lay there for a couple of minutes. Then I saw those two coming down the street. I raced down. Since it was closer, as soon as I got to the bottom of the stairs which lead right outside, I smelled the blood. I rushed the attacking dogs about as close as I felt I should get and scared them off. There were three of them this time. Apparently when I left the window to get outside, a third one joined the frenzy. But I got a good look at them this time. The bigger yellow one that was leading the attack was a pitbull I've never seen before. The beagle looking one was part of a pack I see all the time. The one being attacked was a brown mutt that was part of the same pack as the beagle. The one I saw when I got outside, was just a mutt I've never seen before. The poor little brown one ended up in the gutter. They dragged him away from the spot he picked on my sidewalk. They left him alone, so I went back upstairs and went to sleep.
In the morning when I drove my mom to work, it was still there. Alive and looking around. A few blocks away, I saw the pitbull writhing in the dirt with blood on it's chest. When I got back I got ready for an interview I had later that morning. On my way to the interview, I called my sister and told her to get me the number for animal control. She called me back with the number. I called and they sent someone out to my house to pick up the brown dog. The animal control guy that was sent over called me back to confirm how he looked. I also told him to pick up the pitbull and other strays he sees around. He said ok, but he really wanted me to be thorough about the pitbull. I can understand why. Those things are violent. All in all, he got the pit, and a few from the packs that I haven't seen in a while.
People should seriously consider the responsibilities that come with owning pets. How hard is it to determine if you can properly care for a pet or not? Apparently very hard for human garbage, cause there are a lot of strays and malnourished animals out there. How sad. Hopefully people start making better decisions. Love your pets.
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Yeah, I'm ghetto cause I can't afford my rims to match but at least I keep my dogs healthy and happy. =]
