Pits are a completely different level of dog, IMO. When I was around 16 I found a can of HALT! pepper spray that some mailman had dropped, so naturally, my friend hopped on my pegs and we rode around spraying dogs with it. Most of the dogs would just run away, some of them would get completely traumatized by it and to this day would probably still run if they saw us if they were still alive. However, there was one pit that some guy had tied up to a clothesline post in his backyard and we could see him clearly through a chain link fence that separated his yard from the alley we were in. We sprayed the shit out of him and he just kind of looked down and got quiet, then full on licked his lips and started this really low growl and started to charge at us so hard that the post he was tied to began to bend over and the cement holding it into the dirt started to pull up. We booked and raced home and locked the fucking door because I know if he got that thing loose he’d have stalked us and killed us like Jason Voorhees. Fuck anyone who thinks they’d be able to control one of those fuckers if it turned on them. You might as well have a pet silverback gorilla.
Freaky_Hibiki - Pits are a completely different level of dog, IMO. When I was around 16 I found a can of HALT! pepper spray that some mailman had dropped, so naturally, my friend hopped on my pegs and we rode around spraying dogs with it. Most of the dogs would just run away, some of them would get completely traumatized by it and to this day would probably still run if they saw us if they were still alive. However, there was one pit that some guy had tied up to a clothesline post in his backyard and we could see him clearly through a chain link fence that separated his yard from the alley we were in. We sprayed the shit out of him and he just kind of looked down and got quiet, then full on licked his lips and started this really low growl and started to charge at us so hard that the post he was tied to began to bend over and the cement holding it into the dirt started to pull up. We booked and raced home and locked the fucking door because I know if he got that thing loose he'd have stalked us and killed us like Jason Voorhees. Fuck anyone who thinks they'd be able to control one of those fuckers if it turned on them. You might as well have a pet silverback gorilla.
Freaky_Hibiki - Pits are a completely different level of dog, IMO. When I was around 16 I found a can of HALT! pepper spray that some mailman had dropped, so naturally, my friend hopped on my pegs and we rode around spraying dogs with it. Most of the dogs would just run away, some of them would get completely traumatized by it and to this day would probably still run if they saw us if they were still alive. However, there was one pit that some guy had tied up to a clothesline post in his backyard and we could see him clearly through a chain link fence that separated his yard from the alley we were in. We sprayed the shit out of him and he just kind of looked down and got quiet, then full on licked his lips and started this really low growl and started to charge at us so hard that the post he was tied to began to bend over and the cement holding it into the dirt started to pull up. We booked and raced home and locked the fucking door because I know if he got that thing loose he'd have stalked us and killed us like Jason Voorhees. Fuck anyone who thinks they'd be able to control one of those fuckers if it turned on them. You might as well have a pet silverback gorilla.
Not a very nice thing to do to dogs. Shame the pit didn't get loose and bite your hand off.
Freaky_Hibiki - Pits are a completely different level of dog, IMO. When I was around 16 I found a can of HALT! pepper spray that some mailman had dropped, so naturally, my friend hopped on my pegs and we rode around spraying dogs with it. Most of the dogs would just run away, some of them would get completely traumatized by it and to this day would probably still run if they saw us if they were still alive. However, there was one pit that some guy had tied up to a clothesline post in his backyard and we could see him clearly through a chain link fence that separated his yard from the alley we were in. We sprayed the shit out of him and he just kind of looked down and got quiet, then full on licked his lips and started this really low growl and started to charge at us so hard that the post he was tied to began to bend over and the cement holding it into the dirt started to pull up. We booked and raced home and locked the fucking door because I know if he got that thing loose he'd have stalked us and killed us like Jason Voorhees. Fuck anyone who thinks they'd be able to control one of those fuckers if it turned on them. You might as well have a pet silverback gorilla.
Not a very nice thing to do to dogs. Shame the pit didn't get loose and bite your hand off.
I completely agree. I had it coming. I was a complete asshole and it was a very cruel thing to do. I’d like to think that my shitty life since that point was karma, but who knows.
Freaky_Hibiki - Pits are a completely different level of dog, IMO. When I was around 16 I found a can of HALT! pepper spray that some mailman had dropped, so naturally, my friend hopped on my pegs and we rode around spraying dogs with it. Most of the dogs would just run away, some of them would get completely traumatized by it and to this day would probably still run if they saw us if they were still alive. However, there was one pit that some guy had tied up to a clothesline post in his backyard and we could see him clearly through a chain link fence that separated his yard from the alley we were in. We sprayed the shit out of him and he just kind of looked down and got quiet, then full on licked his lips and started this really low growl and started to charge at us so hard that the post he was tied to began to bend over and the cement holding it into the dirt started to pull up. We booked and raced home and locked the fucking door because I know if he got that thing loose he'd have stalked us and killed us like Jason Voorhees. Fuck anyone who thinks they'd be able to control one of those fuckers if it turned on them. You might as well have a pet silverback gorilla.
I saw a video on YouTube that someone posted here where a pitbull was attacking another dog.
It was sprayed and tased multiple times and it wouldn’t let go of the other dog. Scary shit
Those demons are the devils breed fuck those dogs my dad was attacked by of those mother fuckers it ripped his whole hand apart he ended up in the ER over that shit
Freaky_Hibiki - Pits are a completely different level of dog, IMO. When I was around 16 I found a can of HALT! pepper spray that some mailman had dropped, so naturally, my friend hopped on my pegs and we rode around spraying dogs with it. Most of the dogs would just run away, some of them would get completely traumatized by it and to this day would probably still run if they saw us if they were still alive. However, there was one pit that some guy had tied up to a clothesline post in his backyard and we could see him clearly through a chain link fence that separated his yard from the alley we were in. We sprayed the shit out of him and he just kind of looked down and got quiet, then full on licked his lips and started this really low growl and started to charge at us so hard that the post he was tied to began to bend over and the cement holding it into the dirt started to pull up. We booked and raced home and locked the fucking door because I know if he got that thing loose he'd have stalked us and killed us like Jason Voorhees. Fuck anyone who thinks they'd be able to control one of those fuckers if it turned on them. You might as well have a pet silverback gorilla.
I saw a video on YouTube that someone posted here where a pitbull was attacking another dog.
It was sprayed and tased multiple times and it wouldn’t let go of the other dog. Scary shit
I intervened on a pit murdering a small poodle at the dog park a while back.
Little poodle was just sniffing the pit and it snapped. Grabbed the dog by the neck and started wringing it around.
The owner of the poodle (a small 20 something woman), started screaming frantically while the owner of the pit just stood by the attack and yelled “stop!” Over and over at his dog.
When it became obvious the pit wasn’t letting go and the owner was a worthless idiot incapable of controlling his dog, I ran over, pried the pits mouth off the poodle and tossed it a few feet away.
The owner swore over and over that his dog was great with other dogs and had never done anything like that while the poodle lay there convulsing with its tongue hanging out and its owner sobbing.