Mother's Day dinner was great. Took my mom to Ted's Montana Grill here in Bozeman. After walking with my Mom to her car, I cross Wilson to the street light in front of the Cannery, where I will cross Main to where I parked further south.
I look and three pit bull types are laying on the side walk next to the Cannery entrance. One big one and two smaller ones. No leashes, no owners, nothing. Hmmm. Three teenage girls scramble past these dogs, visibly uncomfortable at their presence.
I hit the button for the walk signal and turn to wave at my Mom. I see a guy coming up Willson from the north with his dog on a leash. I look at the pit bull types and I start thinking what the response will be if the guy and his dog come around this corner and those pit bulls are in a foul mood.
Well, I only had to wait about four seconds. As the guy's dog rounds the corner of the building, the three pit bulls are on him so fast, I can hard believe what has happened.
Major chaos, instantly. Dogs snarling, the owner yelling at the other dogs, young girls screaming, and me using choice language as always seems to happen when adrenaline kicks in.
The owner, a young athletic guy, drops the leash, jumps in and lays down on top of his dog, trying to get his the biggest pit bull to let go of his dogs neck. Without giving it any thought I do what instincts tell me.
I put a boot to the pitbull with the choke hold, thinking it will distract him. Nope.
Now the two other mongrels are in the pile and I am more worried about the guy protecting his dog, than anything. I take a step back, then two big steps forward and kick the female in the ribs to the point that she comes completely off the ground. She runs off. I did some punting in high school and the skill was now coming in handy.
I turn around and the biggest pit bull is not giving up. Now the other male is grabbing the attacked dog's chest, it being a spot not protected by his owner. I get about four yard run and kick that smaller male in the ribs as hard as I can. It knocks him against the building. He runs off.
The owner is trying to pry the biggest pit bull off his dog. I give the biggest one a kick, but not very square, as he moved as I swung. The owner is able to roll over on top of the biggest pit bull and somehow pry his dog free. It gives me opportunity to kick that biggest pit bull as hard as I have ever kicked anything in my life. The pit bull jumps back and growls at me. I give him a glancing boot to the face about the time the owners of these three pit bulls come outside from the Cannery after hearing the commotion, acting like everything is "cool."
I am trying to catch this biggest one, I would boot him to death, if I can. The owner of the attacked dog is trying to catch his dog that is now trying to hide. The crowd from outside dining at Ted's and the Baxter is now forming a pretty big audience. Traffic has come to a stop at Main and Wilson. Cars are stopped and people are coming over to assist.
The biggest dog jumps into the small notch that forms an entry towards the Cannery. I move toward him and the owner yells at me to leave his dog alone. I give him an ear full. The language is not very good and choice words I use are not what I hoped the young people watching would hear.
One couple has stopped in the middle of Main and has helped the guy get his dog (the attacked dog) and now the two smaller pit bulls are threatening that couple's dogs in the back of their pickup.
That lady is PO'd. She is calling the owners of these dogs every name you can think of. Her husband starts threatening an ass whoopin to the owners who are yelling back at her. She starts calling the police. The three guys grab their mutts and take off, but not before trying to convince the stuck onlookers as to what great dogs they have and how they wouldn't hurt anything.
A few people come and ask if I am OK. Hell, I'm fine, other than my right foot is throbbing. I am worried about the guy who dove in to that pile of canines to protect his dog. His dog is missing a lot of fur and bleeding from the chest. The owner has a huge knot on his forehead, some serious scratches, and some road rash. He grabs his dog, tells everyone he will be OK, states that he knows the guys who own the three pit bulls, and starts trotting back up Wilson, the way he had come.
I bet this only lasted two minutes, if that. You really don't have time to think about what you are going to do. You just do what instincts tell you.
All I had was a good pair of Ariat boots. Wish I had a bat or club, so I could have killed all three of those dogs. They are of no use to society and I suspect sooner or later, they will be involved in a similar event.
City sidewalks are hardly the place for unattended and unleashed pit bulls. The dog morgue would be a better location for them.
This happened just a little bit ago. The adrenaline rush still has me bouncing around. I can honestly say, I would have killed those three pit bulls, if I had something other than boots and fists. And when those smart ass owners told me to leave their dogs alone, it was all I could do not to start in on them.
Quite a Mother's Day afternoon in downtown Bozeman. I am sure those who stopped and those eating at the outdoor dining tables went home with plenty to talk about.
I had always been of the opinion that it is the dog's owner who is the problem, not the dog. I still hold that opinion for the most breeds. Seeing this unfold, completely unprovoked, I no longer hold that opinion of pit bulls.
From now on, I will be taking a different approach when I see pit bulls. If I see pit bulls, I am going to have my offense ready. I would suggest all of you do the same.
I am sure that if the attacked dog was a smaller dog, or without an owner ready to jump in and protect, there would have been a dead dog. Not sure how long it would have lasted, had I not been able to kick the crap out of the two smaller pit bulls. Given how hard it was for him to rescue his dog from the biggest one, I think he would have had his hands full with all three of them. I do admire the stones that guy had to jump in the way he did, to save his dog.
Makes me wonder what might have happened if it had been a little toddler that had set those three mutts into their rage. I am sure when the next event happens, and it will, the owners will claim what wonderful dogs they are.
I am now an official pit bull hater. Friggin idgits.
I look and three pit bull types are laying on the side walk next to the Cannery entrance. One big one and two smaller ones. No leashes, no owners, nothing. Hmmm. Three teenage girls scramble past these dogs, visibly uncomfortable at their presence.
I hit the button for the walk signal and turn to wave at my Mom. I see a guy coming up Willson from the north with his dog on a leash. I look at the pit bull types and I start thinking what the response will be if the guy and his dog come around this corner and those pit bulls are in a foul mood.
Well, I only had to wait about four seconds. As the guy's dog rounds the corner of the building, the three pit bulls are on him so fast, I can hard believe what has happened.
Major chaos, instantly. Dogs snarling, the owner yelling at the other dogs, young girls screaming, and me using choice language as always seems to happen when adrenaline kicks in.
The owner, a young athletic guy, drops the leash, jumps in and lays down on top of his dog, trying to get his the biggest pit bull to let go of his dogs neck. Without giving it any thought I do what instincts tell me.
I put a boot to the pitbull with the choke hold, thinking it will distract him. Nope.
Now the two other mongrels are in the pile and I am more worried about the guy protecting his dog, than anything. I take a step back, then two big steps forward and kick the female in the ribs to the point that she comes completely off the ground. She runs off. I did some punting in high school and the skill was now coming in handy.
I turn around and the biggest pit bull is not giving up. Now the other male is grabbing the attacked dog's chest, it being a spot not protected by his owner. I get about four yard run and kick that smaller male in the ribs as hard as I can. It knocks him against the building. He runs off.
The owner is trying to pry the biggest pit bull off his dog. I give the biggest one a kick, but not very square, as he moved as I swung. The owner is able to roll over on top of the biggest pit bull and somehow pry his dog free. It gives me opportunity to kick that biggest pit bull as hard as I have ever kicked anything in my life. The pit bull jumps back and growls at me. I give him a glancing boot to the face about the time the owners of these three pit bulls come outside from the Cannery after hearing the commotion, acting like everything is "cool."
I am trying to catch this biggest one, I would boot him to death, if I can. The owner of the attacked dog is trying to catch his dog that is now trying to hide. The crowd from outside dining at Ted's and the Baxter is now forming a pretty big audience. Traffic has come to a stop at Main and Wilson. Cars are stopped and people are coming over to assist.
The biggest dog jumps into the small notch that forms an entry towards the Cannery. I move toward him and the owner yells at me to leave his dog alone. I give him an ear full. The language is not very good and choice words I use are not what I hoped the young people watching would hear.
One couple has stopped in the middle of Main and has helped the guy get his dog (the attacked dog) and now the two smaller pit bulls are threatening that couple's dogs in the back of their pickup.
That lady is PO'd. She is calling the owners of these dogs every name you can think of. Her husband starts threatening an ass whoopin to the owners who are yelling back at her. She starts calling the police. The three guys grab their mutts and take off, but not before trying to convince the stuck onlookers as to what great dogs they have and how they wouldn't hurt anything.
A few people come and ask if I am OK. Hell, I'm fine, other than my right foot is throbbing. I am worried about the guy who dove in to that pile of canines to protect his dog. His dog is missing a lot of fur and bleeding from the chest. The owner has a huge knot on his forehead, some serious scratches, and some road rash. He grabs his dog, tells everyone he will be OK, states that he knows the guys who own the three pit bulls, and starts trotting back up Wilson, the way he had come.
I bet this only lasted two minutes, if that. You really don't have time to think about what you are going to do. You just do what instincts tell you.
All I had was a good pair of Ariat boots. Wish I had a bat or club, so I could have killed all three of those dogs. They are of no use to society and I suspect sooner or later, they will be involved in a similar event.
City sidewalks are hardly the place for unattended and unleashed pit bulls. The dog morgue would be a better location for them.
This happened just a little bit ago. The adrenaline rush still has me bouncing around. I can honestly say, I would have killed those three pit bulls, if I had something other than boots and fists. And when those smart ass owners told me to leave their dogs alone, it was all I could do not to start in on them.
Quite a Mother's Day afternoon in downtown Bozeman. I am sure those who stopped and those eating at the outdoor dining tables went home with plenty to talk about.
I had always been of the opinion that it is the dog's owner who is the problem, not the dog. I still hold that opinion for the most breeds. Seeing this unfold, completely unprovoked, I no longer hold that opinion of pit bulls.
From now on, I will be taking a different approach when I see pit bulls. If I see pit bulls, I am going to have my offense ready. I would suggest all of you do the same.
I am sure that if the attacked dog was a smaller dog, or without an owner ready to jump in and protect, there would have been a dead dog. Not sure how long it would have lasted, had I not been able to kick the crap out of the two smaller pit bulls. Given how hard it was for him to rescue his dog from the biggest one, I think he would have had his hands full with all three of them. I do admire the stones that guy had to jump in the way he did, to save his dog.
Makes me wonder what might have happened if it had been a little toddler that had set those three mutts into their rage. I am sure when the next event happens, and it will, the owners will claim what wonderful dogs they are.
I am now an official pit bull hater. Friggin idgits.
Even worse for the pit bull-type dogs are incredibly athletic, strong dogs who can do big damage when it goes bad. I am one who is for extremely stiff penalties for folks harboring viscious dogs or in any way mistreating them in a manner that leads to attacks like this. Take all their dogs and lock them up with felony time.
