Exshelent, budsh shheewting all oveer, lol. I think I may have broken my hand/pinky joint. I'm outside with the dogs, I see the lil pit (~35lb 18mo non fixed fem) get all uppity by the fence. I look around, and it's a fluffy, shaggy kind of sheep dog/poodle, but small. ~30 lb, but looks bigger due to the hair. Ok, I go out front, and make friends, check him out. He's a sweetie, non fixed male, no collar. I check to make sure he won't snap at me if I touch his head/neck/ears/chest/belly/feet, etc. He's cool, so I pick him up. He obviously gets carried around a lot, cause he was very comfy being held. Ok, my dogs have NEVER gone after another dog. The lil pit is a hunter, but talking about squirrels and mice and shit. They have ALL met dozens of dogs, boys, girls, fixed, non, etc... The only worries that I have (had) were the alphaalpha old female and other alpha fem's. No stoppin that shit...
Anyway, I'm the fukkin dog whisperer, so I figgure that I'd take the new guy into my backyard, show him to the neighbors to see if they know where he lives. Now I'm tall, and I'm holding this dog in my off (left) hand. The lil pit jumps and nips a little, so I swing at her and growl. This dog can grab a stick held parallel to the ground @ over 7' tall, so I let her know that is not cool, she could care less. I see her getting 'interested' like pits do (ready to kill something). The old dogs know I'm not playing, and they went inside/on the porch. The lil pit's daddy is now 'interested'. He is no joke. Like a 55lb jack russell. I focus on him, and have him kinda under control, as I'm steering him in the house with my growls. Well the lil shit launches and hooks up on the new guy in my arms. Now I'm holding the new guy, lil pit latched on and doing the 'shakem'. I punch her square in the head, and AS SOON AS SHE DROPS, DADDY HOOKS UP. WEll I went right to the ground, and was trying to twist the new guy (and thus daddy's head) until daddy has to let go. Didn't work, he was off and on in less than a second. I jam my thumb in his mouth, NOTHING, I am able to pry the lil pit off everytime she hooks up, but not daddy. Worked out to me (6'2", 185, no problem benching 200+lb) sitting on the ground, lil pit ina left arm headlock, new guy under my left leg, Daddy hooked to his face. I punched that fukking dog 10 times square in the left eye before he let go. I got him, and the lil pit got back on. By now my 60 yr old neighbor is in the hard futilely trying to help. I throw daddy in the front yard, close the gate, and pry the lil pit off. I am BEAT, and just laying on top of the lil pit, my neighbor standing there in shock holding this poor lil dog.
This lil dog was ok
Really, a couple of minutes with 2 small, healthy pitbulls trying to kill it. The only damage that I saw was one of the pits got it IN it's eye, but didn't get the eyeball. The eyelid looked like SHIT. Me and the neighbor are now walking the neighborhood, knocking on doors trying to figgure out whose dog this is... We found a woman who knew whose dog it was, and she and my neighbor took the dog home. I went to clean my bloody friggin mitts.
Hand ain't broke, but it hasn't looked like this since I was a 22yr old tough guy.
Nobody minds if I smoke some SSH now???
watch you dont fuck them up taking photos in the dark I have heard of lightning strikes delaying finishing times I dont know if its a myth or not, but you never know LOL
