Originally Posted by DrDirt

That would be me. OK, it was a nice Sunny and warm Saturday. I was out in the driveway working on my global warming Mustang. My Westie (actually my wife's) was lying in the grass beside the drive watching the world go by.

I was leaning under the hood, I heard all sorts of screaming and, "Nooooo, Nooooo, Nooooo. I stood up and walked around the car so I could see past the front of my neighbor's house. What I saw was 2 Am Staff's (walks like a duck, quacks like a duck...probably a duck) running full speed next to my neighbor's house straight at me. I wheeled around and tried to get to my dog but didn't get there in time. They were on her like stink on shit. One had her by the chest and the other one had her by the hind quarters and they were shaking the hell out of her. The owner's mother arrived and started pulling on one, I straddled the one that had my dog's hind quarters. I grabbed it by the throat with both hands, rared back as far and as hard as I could and started squeezing as hard as I could. I squeezed untill I only saw whites in the dogs eyes. I let go, thinking it was out or dead and started for the other one. He was neither out nor dead. He managed to get in a few good chomps to my hands and went looking for my dog again. While I was choking the one dog, my neighbor had heard the racket and charged out of the house and had wailed on the back of the other dog's head with something tha had momentarily stunned the dog. My neighbor had scooped up my dog and haad thrown her into the house and was yelling for me to make a run for it. We both got into the house and slammed the door. When things cleared out, my neighbor hauled my butt to the emergency room for some embroidery work and my wife took the Westie to the emergency vett. The dog had several broken ribs and a bout a zillion puncture wounds. She had tubes sticking out all over her, blood inside her eyeballs and in general just fucked up. She never did fully recover and died about a year later.

Some neighbors called the cops but nothing much ever happened. We found that the dogs had previously gotten out and had attacked a dog in it's yard at the other end of our block. They had also knocked down and chewed up my neighbor across the street and one house down on another occasion. She was trying to protect her Yorkie from them and managed to get to her car and throw the Yorkie inside. In that case, at least, the cops were called again and a report was made, complete with photos. The report and photos were somehow missplaced and nothing ever came of that incident.

The two dog's owner never cam to my house to see how my dog and I were doing so I went to her house and asked that she cover my medical and vet bills. She refused saying that she couldn't afford it. She could afford to own 3 Am Staff's but coulldn't afford to cover their damages. Nice. Anyway, after a long process, it bacame apparent that there wasn't much I could do. So, I told her that if I ever saw her dogs out of their yard again that I would kill them, plain and simple. For about a month after that, I had my gun loaded and just inside the front door. I had a bayonette at the back garage door and my machete at the front garage door. Every day when she came home from work, I made it a point to be leaning on my car in the driveway, facing her direction and sharpening my machete. I never said another word to her. About a month after the incident, she sold her house and moved. She's someone else's problem now.

Sooo, no, the dogs didn't specifically attack me, they went for my dog. All my injuries came as a result of me trying to protect my dog. I don't hate all pits, Am Staff's or what have you. These are the only 2 dogs I want to kill. If I ever find out where they live now, they are still on my hit list.

Long and probably somewhat incoherent but, you asked.