I was out taking my dog Tino out for a bathroom break at around 11:50 last night. Usually I just let him roam free for a bit, since no one's usually out at that time and he always stays within our yard. He finished his business, and then he ventured onto the sidewalk.
My neighbor was out, and so were her dogs, two pitbulls. Tino was making his way back to me when one of them went after Tino and clamped down hard on his neck. He was only a 10 pound toy poodle, he couldn't do a thing. I ran right into them and tried my hardest to pry open the dog's jaw, but I couldn't. Next thing I knew the other dog went in and bit him right in his chest. Tino let out a cry I don't think I'll ever forget. I pulled the dog's jaw apart with all my strength then, and Tino managed to escape, with me getting two or three puncture wounds on my hand in the process.
He managed to run back into my house. I glanced at my neighbor who was screaming at her dogs, but I didn't care. I ran inside, and saw that Tino went into a corner in the house and was scared and terrified beyond belief. My mom managed to pick him, but the look in his eyes was still the same. My whole family was up by then, and we took him to an animal hospital in Sugar Land. The car ride there was probably the hardest thing I have ever experienced. We got there, and Tino was barely holding on. We rushed him in, but it was too late. We was already in shock, and the bite that got him in the chest had crushed his ribs and punctured his lung.
His jaw was broken from the first bite as well. That was the first time I had seen my entire family cry. I was mostly angry, but I bawled my eyes out. We said our goodbyes, and then left for the emergency room. My blood on my hands had coagulated by the time we reached the place. I ended up getting three stitches on my hand, and a shot in the ass for the antibiotics. As soon as I got home, I went to my German Shepherd, and I could just see that he knew. He slept in my room tonight, with me waking up every hour.
I can't stop thinking about how I failed Tino. I can't get the images out of my head, and I doubt I ever will. Anyway, if you own a dog, make sure you're a responsible owner. I should have put Tino on a leash, just as my neighbor should have. I loved Tino like a little brother. He slept in my room every night, and was always the first to wake up. I took him on car rides everywhere, and he would always sit in the passenger's side leg compartment, smiling at me. I loved him so much yall. I really did. I hate that he had to go this way. No one deserves to be shredded to pieces, especially not him. He was only three years old. He was our family's baby. I don't think we'll be the same for awhile.
My neighbor was out, and so were her dogs, two pitbulls. Tino was making his way back to me when one of them went after Tino and clamped down hard on his neck. He was only a 10 pound toy poodle, he couldn't do a thing. I ran right into them and tried my hardest to pry open the dog's jaw, but I couldn't. Next thing I knew the other dog went in and bit him right in his chest. Tino let out a cry I don't think I'll ever forget. I pulled the dog's jaw apart with all my strength then, and Tino managed to escape, with me getting two or three puncture wounds on my hand in the process.
He managed to run back into my house. I glanced at my neighbor who was screaming at her dogs, but I didn't care. I ran inside, and saw that Tino went into a corner in the house and was scared and terrified beyond belief. My mom managed to pick him, but the look in his eyes was still the same. My whole family was up by then, and we took him to an animal hospital in Sugar Land. The car ride there was probably the hardest thing I have ever experienced. We got there, and Tino was barely holding on. We rushed him in, but it was too late. We was already in shock, and the bite that got him in the chest had crushed his ribs and punctured his lung.
His jaw was broken from the first bite as well. That was the first time I had seen my entire family cry. I was mostly angry, but I bawled my eyes out. We said our goodbyes, and then left for the emergency room. My blood on my hands had coagulated by the time we reached the place. I ended up getting three stitches on my hand, and a shot in the ass for the antibiotics. As soon as I got home, I went to my German Shepherd, and I could just see that he knew. He slept in my room tonight, with me waking up every hour.
I can't stop thinking about how I failed Tino. I can't get the images out of my head, and I doubt I ever will. Anyway, if you own a dog, make sure you're a responsible owner. I should have put Tino on a leash, just as my neighbor should have. I loved Tino like a little brother. He slept in my room every night, and was always the first to wake up. I took him on car rides everywhere, and he would always sit in the passenger's side leg compartment, smiling at me. I loved him so much yall. I really did. I hate that he had to go this way. No one deserves to be shredded to pieces, especially not him. He was only three years old. He was our family's baby. I don't think we'll be the same for awhile.
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