My Pitbull (Not) Story
Last Spring, I went home for lunch and found a pitbull in my driveway. After lunch, I went to get back in my car, there he was still, hanging out in the driveway, this time acting threatening, but I managed to get back in the car. I had hoped he'd just go home. So, I went back to the shop. Later on, I called my husband to ask if he saw a dog. He said the dog was there, but he got into the house okay. We had no clue where this dog had come from.
I worked until close to 12:30 that night. When I got home, there was the pitbull again, this time near the gate. He ran up to my car door, lunging at the car, growling and showing his teeth, so I chose to stay in my car for fear I'd be ripped up. I called the Police.
The Officer who came out spoke to me from his car window. He said he planned to escort me into the house. So, he got out of his car and the dog lunged at him, teeth and all. Screaming, he jumped back into his car with his gun & called for back up. Two more cop cars with 3 more cops arrived, drove all their cars up onto my front lawn, aiming their headlights through the gate to the backyard.
One of the cops in the group then decided she would escort me into the house while the other three officers watched the dog. I told her I didn't think that was a good idea unless they were able to contain the dog. She said we shouldn't get "dramatic" and give it a try. So, I told her I would try, but I was getting right back in my car if the dog came lunging. Of course it did come lunging, so back into my car. She got back into her car.
Then, all four cops were chasing the dog all through the yard sceaming and shouting, flash lights, car headlights, pepper spray, and tazer guns, some stuff that looked like silly string. No kidding! My neighbor (a Highway Patrolman) woke up and watched the show from his window. Me, watching from my car window.
They scared the dog enough with all their tactics that it's focus was no longer on me, but on trying to stay away from them. I got into the house. They talked about calling an animal rescue or animal control service in the morning. One cop was an animal lover and wanted to rescue the dog and needed more time to arrange that..They left the dog there, in my yard!
The following moring, we had to go through hours of making phone calls, until finally, an animal rescue service picked up the dog.
I'm not sure why the dog chose my home, but it did. I did give it a name, since the cops thought it was my dog. I started calling it "Killer" and thank God it did not kill anyone (yet - that I know of).
I Love animals too, never had a problem with a pitbull, until then.
