Quote from Lucrum:
What a dumb fuck cheese dick moron.
Hell I got bit by a dog several months ago, albeit a smaller one. Maybe 25 lbs or so.
Sunk two of his canines into the palm of my hand while I was out for a walk. I finished my walk went home washed off the by then considerable blood and bandaged it up.
I had my .45 with me at the time and It never even crossed my mind to pull out my pistol and kill that dog.
The cop who shot this dog was no dog whisperer obviously.
The thing that a lot of people can't seem to understand is that by packing these large ferocious canines on their hip like a revolver, some incidents are going to occur- especially when these dogs aggressively go after people who are trained to defend themselves with large caliber firing weapons.
If that had been a chihuahua growling and biting- it would have gotten a chuckle and no guns would have ever been drawn in this instance either.
If you decide to own a potentially dangerous animal, you will always run the risk that it may be killed in self defense.
When I was eleven, my uncle-in-law thought it would be funny to turn his pitbull, Rocky out the door while pointing at me and yelling "Sick him Rocky!"
I froze in terror while the beast growled and made psych lunges at me.
I started to cry, I think, when my uncle, Larry stopped laughing and decided to try to call his dog off.
By this time Rocky was extremely agitated by the entire ordeal, and kept acting like he was going to try to bite.
When Larry tried to grab his collar, Rocky spun out and came around my backside. I was half way turned around, trying to keep him at my front where I could defend my self with my hands.
That's when he lunged and took hold of my left arm.
I had never felt any thing so strong and painful as that dog, twisting and jerking at my forearm like it was trying with all its might to remove it from my body.
I guess my instincts just took over and I pulled him in towards me, wrapping his head under my right arm. I could tell by the way I was squeezing its throat and hoisting his body into the air, I knew I was cutting off it's wind and circulation.
He had let go of my arm in an attempt to free itself, but my fear of letting him go only drove my adrenaline up.
We were locked about six feet or so from my uncles porch, but I had the advantage now as my feet were firmly planted on the ground, and he was scrambling for footing against my body. I lifted him as high as I could and swung him at the same time towards the edge of my uncle's concrete porch steps. I drove him like a football player drives the coaches bag straight for the side of the steps. We both came down hard but I was able to get his body between myself and the concrete edge, pushing up on his head while my body had his pinned against the bricks. I heard and felt the snap when its spine broke below the neck.
I had never cried so hard after seeing the way Rocky screeched and writhed on the sidewalk. He looked like a snake after being run over by a car tire.
Larry took the dog off in a hurry to the vet, but it was too late for him and they put the dog down gently I was later told.