Although this happend a few weeks ago, I have only now been able to post this..
My 10-month-old GSD Chopper was brutally killed by a trained fighting pitbull around 7:30pm on March 20, 2006.
We were out for our usual nightly stroll, Chopper was walking calmly beside my 8-month-old son's stroller as trained to do so. My son, Shane, and Chopper were the typical dynamic-duo. Shane crawled everywhere Chopper went, and they would even crash together on the floor mid-day. As we were walking past some hedges of a neighbor's home about 1/4 mi from my house, I heard the low rumble of a dog's growl. Instantly Chopper was on the alert. Hackles and tail up, a large pit bull charged out of the bushes, headed straight for the stroller. Chopper instantly placed himself between the pit and my son's stroller, and met the pit jaw-to-jaw. Chopper, being only 70lbs, was pushed down by the 90lb+ pit. I instantly knew I would have to act fast to save Chopper. I called my fiance, then 911 about the fight that was now raging. I moved my son's stroller out of the way, then (unwisely) began kicking and hitting the pit to try to knock him off of my dog. My fiance got there within a minute of my call, and he instantly jumped into the fight. The pit turned his attention from Chopper long enough to grab my fiance's hand and crush 4 bones.
In that second, I started thinking clearly. I knew in my car I had a gun, and I raced to the car, grabbed it, and put 2 rounds into the pit's skull.
I am a dog lover, and felt horrible, but my first thought was to the safety of my family. I picked up Chopper's bleeding body, put him into my car, and raced him to the nearest emergency vet. My fiance stayed with my son and the body of the pit until the police and fire rescue came moments later.
By the time I got Chopper to the vet, my back seat was soaked with his blood, his eyes were glazed and his coloring was pale. He sustained numerous bite wounds to the front legs (one was actually broken) but the worst was his neck. It was just literally ripped wide open. I knew he had no chance, so they put him to sleep in the back of my car, head on my lap, where he was most happy.
After arranging the creamation of his body, I returned home. The pit's body had been picked up by Animal Control, and they had located the owner through a microchip. The pit not only had the many wounds and signs of dogfighting, his bite record showed his aggression. He had seriously wounded a small baby just a few days earlier, AND the owner had just gotten out of jail for manslaughter.
Currently, I am filing every charge on the owner that I can. With a great lawyer, and a great relationship with the local PD, I hope to put the owner where he needs to STAY. I have a new puppy (whom I had already purchased before this attack) named Carbon Copy v. Borus, and my son has taken to him as he did to Chopper. All I have are my pictures and memories of Chopper. My son will only grow up hearing the story, never actually remembering the dog that may have saved his life.
Sarah & "Carbon"
Carbon Copy v. Borus (BD 1-24-06)