Blogposting time, lads.
Crackhead neighbors had a labor day picnic yesterday. Funny, since none of them have jobs anyway. I live out in the country, so when I say neighbors, I mean, house relatively close to mine. I went for a walk in the evening and all the inbred party guests had their dogs running around loose. One of them was a Pitbull, and it stared at me for a minute as I walked by, and I knew it was getting ready to attack. Of course, it did run at me. None of the adults did anything, but a little girl who looked to be maybe 12 ran out and grabbed its leash. She held on for dear life, trying not to get drug, while screaming at her parents to "Put it in the cage!"
I keep walking, sighing at the fact that the only one smart enough to save that dog's life was the little girl. And when I say she saved its life, I mean it. I had a 9mm in my coat and I had every intention of giving that piece of shit mutt a high speed lobotomy once it jumped the ditch. I'd assumed now that they'd had an issue, they'd put the dogs away, right? Wrong. I walk back by about half an hour later, and all the dogs were still running wild including the pitbull. Again, this fucker charges across the yard, and again the little girl was the one to grab the leash. I simply walked home while chaos erupted behind me, the little girl screaming at her parents and the parents screaming back at her.
I wouldn't let my child near one of those dogs, let alone let her be the wrangler for one. Absolute braindead behavior, but I've come to expect it. It's gonna maul someone eventually, but it ain't my farm and it ain't my chickens. Feel bad for the girl though.