Pit Bull rescue today in Guntown

Today Lissa's mother came busting in the door and my first thought was, she was fuckered up and looking for a fight, but, she yelled, 'I need your help! A dog's been locked up in a camper for a week!' Well, you know me. I said, 'where?' She told me, down the street and we took off like bats out of hell. We could see the dog's head through the front window of the old camper parked in the junk and I said, shit, it's a Pit Bull. Before we could get in, the neighbor's on both sides came out yelling at us not to go in there. They said the dog is crazy and it will attack you. We looked at each other and said fuck it. We got the door open and I'll be damned if my ex daughter in law didn't step right in. I wasn't going to let her go in alone, so I went right in behind her. We found the dog, with an old leash on and it was caught in the front seat. So, not only had this animal been abandoned in there, but, he was caught so tight he couldn't move. He could only stand, on his hind legs, and look out the window. He'd been there a long time. It was heartbreaking.

Before I could even move, she had grabbed his lead and untangled him. I was so surprised. I didn't even think she liked dogs. He seemed glad to see us. Like, REALLY glad to see..anyone, I guess. She led him past me and he sniffed my legs in that tiny area of the camper. I stood my ground and I'll be danged if he didn't lay down, roll over and let me scratch his belly. I put my hand over his mouth to test him and he licked me. We got him out of there and he was joyous. I had brought water, and I sent Lis home (she'd followed us, not about to miss anything) for some pet food and we got him fed. He was SO hungry he ate two big bowls of cat food and a package of that soft food. He seemed starved and just inhaled it.

By this time there was a crowd of mostly women. Two trucks and a car pulled up and a bunch of Guntown chicks got out to help. The neighbors were still there too. It was like divided camps. The Guntown chicks wanted to help. The neighbors made, like a barricade, for the kids and kept yelling that the dog was mad and going to attack someone. I thought they were nuts. The dog was sweet as pie and I was petting and playing with him while she held his lead. He was nice to both of us.

I went home and called 'Dogs On A Chain Rescue'  but no one answered. I called the Humane Society and they told me they knew this dog and they wouldn't come. They said to call the police. I know damn well the cops would just shoot him. This aint my first rodeo with Guntown Pits. I went back and us women decided the best thing to do was tie him to a tree for now and I had a small chain. One gal had a long, strong lead in her truck and Lissa found a big chain in the junk pile. I couldn't take him home because of the cats and pet raccoons here. I couldn't risk putting him in my house because of Indie. But, I live close so I could feed and water him until we could find someone to come get him. Someone who wouldn't put him down. I still thought he was the sweetest dog. He played with that old basketball we found and it was cute. He was a little possessive and growley about it, but, most dogs are when they play, right? He was in a real good mood with me and Lissa's mom. The crowd was sympathetic, but, they wouldn't get near him and they were yelling that our make shift chain wouldn't hold him. One of the chicks offered to buy him a big chain and collar. But, he has a piece of chain around his neck and it looks like it's soldered on. It's so cruel. But, I couldn't get it off. I figured I'd get some tools and work on it later. We were just doing the best we could for now. We found an Igloo dog house in the junk and moved it for him. He was just as sweet as he could be and he even gave me a kiss.

We all started to break up and go home, the excitement was over and the dog was okay. I promised to look after him. But, just then another pick up roared up with men in it. One shady looking scrubby guy got out and started yelling at us that this is his dog. I was hot by then over the whole thing and I yelled, 'If he's your fucking dog, then why has he been locked in this fucking old camper for days?!' So, this piss ant dude said he's been in jail and someone was supposed to look after him.

Well, they didn't, did they? I guess he bit someone, so they just locked him up and left him at this empty shit hole house in an abandoned camper. I was so fucking pissed. So were all the other Guntown gals. We kind of jumped all over him and it was tense because of the other guys. But, they stayed in the truck...so far. We made Lis and her buddy, Kaden, go over to the next yard then. We didn't want trouble, but, it looked like we might get some. After some words were exchanged, this dude went over to 'his' dog and started roughly petting him and giving him orders. He called the dog 'Gotti', you know, like John Gotti, the mafia guy. I rolled my eyes. As he bent over the dog, the dog took him. It was sudden and furious. Gotti wasn't playing. That dog tore him up. Blood everywhere, the crowd screaming. His arm took the worst of it. He got gashed, bad, his arm was opened up good. Instead of taking it like a man, he started screaming and threw a hissy fit. He was mad at the dog and mad at us..just crazy mad, like a fruit cake, and I thought, shit, here we go. But, the men still stayed in the truck. After he got done screaming and running around like a loon, kicking things, he got in the truck and they took off. I heard him say, 'fuck that dog', as they took off. I hope he went to the ER for a few stitches, he looked like he needed some.

So, I guess he's my dog now. Gotti. You like him? I do. I think he has a problem with men. I can relate. I'll make sure he's okay until I can find someone who can handle him the right way. I may move him to my backyard. But, I have to get to know him better first. He might be brain damaged, you know? From the abuse and neglect. He certainly isn't predictable. I'm still not afraid of him and I don't know why. I know it sucks to be on a chain, but, after what I saw, I can't bring him into my house. I have kids and small pets. Poor Gotti. What a bad hand he was dealt, ehh? He also has worms and wounds on his head where he's been beaten. And a slight skin condition, I dunno what it is. All the gals offered help with medicine and things. They also offered to make some calls. We'll find him a home where he's treated right. People just make my ass tired sometimes.