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Bebe
When we would fight
the dogs would fight, since Bebe was loyal to me and Basher was loyal to
Hank. That would calm things right down usually, since Bebe could kick
Basher’s ass, and Hank didn’t want anything happening to his dog.
They were both Pits, but Bebe was younger and she had the fire in her. This
was pretty funny, since Basher was the tough guy’s dog, and Bebe was mine.
They were both sweet dogs though, most of the time.
People have this
misconception about Pit Bulls, that they’re all crazed killer dogs that will
attack at the drop of a hat. Yeah, I mean that can be true, but it’s only
because people train them to behave that way. It’s not just something they
are. You have to be firm with them, give them a lot of love, and they’ll
grow up all right. That’s all there is to it.
There was a horrible
local story a short while back, so sick, about two Pits that broke through a
fence and killed a little boy. Just ripped him up. And you know, when they
captured those dogs they were covered with cigarette burns. Cigarette burns!
Can you believe that? And at the owners house they found a fighting pen and
all sorts of animal carcasses buried around the property. These dogs were
trained to be bad, and they were put down right after they were examined.
It’s the owners that should be killed. They’re the ones. Julios. Probably
not even in the country legal. They’re talking about charging them with
second degree murder, but I’ll bet they don’t even get six months.
Now some people are
afraid to even come near our house. The dogs may bark, but they’re not going
to hurt anyone as long as the people don’t act like they’re afraid. And as
long as you don’t fight in front of them. One of these days Hank is going to
hit me at the wrong time and place, and Bebe is going to tear his fucking
throat out.
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