#dog fighting

Genuine question

Should I spend my off day writing chapter 9 of DOG FIGHTING

ORRRR

Should I get UNREASONABLY high?

He’d seen the kid bringing Titus in from a walk, a long scratch down the side of the dogs side. They were in a hurry for Damian to patch the injury and he overheard the brat asking Alfred if he could set up motion detectors for different types of animals. Like say, raccoons.

So Titus had a nasty run in with a raccoon and Jason had a jogged memory about something he hadn’t thought of in years.

He was avoiding the brat and the dog now because the image wouldn’t leave his head. Like a scratched record it kept playing behind his eyes, the needle trapped in one phrase of the song.

It had been 7 months into his stint living on the streets. He’d been testing out sleeping in warehouses and abandoned buildings, finally having the nerve to trespass vertically and inhabit the rafters.

He’d taken his belt and looped it around on of the supports he’d decided to sleep on. It wasn’t every protected, but it required you to walk across a narrow beam to reach him. Most adults would have lost their footing.

He’d woken up to loud shouts beneath him and nearly startled himself off the beam.

Below, there was a wire ring with dozens of shouting people surrounding it. There was movement in the middle and a row of cages in another section of the warehouse.

There was a distinct sound of barking.

Jason had unlatched his belt to go take a look at what was going on. Jimmy, one of the older kids, had told him about fighting rings. How you could make easy money doing dirty work, if you knew who to talk to about the fights. The hardest part was finding them since locations got moved so quickly.

When he’d approached one of the bookies, the man had laughed and told him to find Francis in the green jacket. He’d show him the ropes.

There weren’t very many people around the wire fence, but they were all closely packed together, so Jason had a hard time seeing what was happening. When he found Francis, he was given gruff directions and made sure to nod and keep up.

Jason hadn’t spent much time around animals. There was Señora Imelda’s cat in the apartment down the hall that he got a tamale for catching in the winter when it was too cold to let it stay outside. And he’d seen a couple of strays on the street before, but they were usually the type of animal you ran from, not pet.

So when the noise of the crowd surged suddenly and then broke like a wave, Francis was darting in front of him, grabbing the still standing mutt with a long stick that had a loop on its end.

Jason was told to grab the dog lying on its side.

He was quick to approach but his breath caught when he got a good look at the animal. It was covered in scratches and bite marks, missing an ear, and matted with blood. It was whining softly and staring up at Jason with unfocused eyes.

Francis kicked him to keep moving and Jason whispered an apology under his breath as he all but dragged the dog out of the pit.

Francis led him to a pile of unmoving bodies and Jason almost bolted right there. Easy money doing dirty work, said Jimmy’s voice in his ear and he dragged his burden to the small heap.

It looked like there had only been 3 matches so far, including the dog from the last one. And Jason could see at least 10 full cages off to one of the other sides of the pile.

He swallowed down bile.

Francis was already heading back to the action, but Jason couldn’t get the sound the dog was making out of his head. It was a soft whining followed by wet gasps. It made his chest tight.

Carefully, keeping his hands away from the dog’s mouth and open wounds, he gave it a soft scratch on its head like he’d seen a little girl in the park do to a chihuahua last June.

The dog blinked at him, brown eyes unfocused but moving.

Jason kept scratching its head, softly petting down its neck until its eyes stopped moving. He closed them and then went to go find Francis.

The next match, when he went to collect the fallen dog, it stared back with already vacant eyes.

Jason closed those too.

He made $40 that night and never sought out another animal fighting ring.

You mean Amber's dad? DAVID HEARD???? DAVID??? HEARD???? ooooh... you wanna set me off??? If there was one guy.... ooooh

The same FATHER who abused drugs and alcohol and beat his wife in front of his kids? Also, exploited his daughters and Depp and had Amber give him money for alcohol and drugs? The same guy who had been using Amber for his addictions?

And WORST OF ALL.... The same David Heard who ran an animal abuse ring involving no less than seven pit bulls on his property?

THAT ALONE MAKES HIM THE WORST SCUMBAG! Look at this puppy? What kind of monster would let her be mauled and beaten for sport? That alone makes me hope one day karma comes back to him and bites his balls off...

But despite all this, David thought his own daughter was abusive? Then switched sides and said Johnny was, then back again? David never gives a straight answer.

David is SUS. He seems to switch any side that's convenient for him.

You remember, Amber told the court David was violent to her mother growing up... yet she still loves him? Argh... that's not someone I call a reliable witness on either side. David Heard still hits on girls 10 YEARS younger than his own kids. Ew ew ew... but that's not the worst... the worst is... WHAT HE DID TO PUPPIES!!! How can any MONSTER make them fight???? How??? I have known pitties who will love you and protect you and cry for you forever... and he HURT them!!! THEY ARE BABIES!!!!

I think on both side of the fence, people on Amber and Johnny's side agree, the dude likes his meth more than his kids. David couldn't be trusted to pour piss out of a boot even if the instructions were on the heel.

David Heard is a monster who hurt PUPPIES and even if he was on either side of the issue, the truth is.... his character and his word is trash. David hurt puppies. Dude is not even a human person who is worth the breath of air he breaths. Screw that animal abuser. 😤

Now I'm all ANGRY and MAD .... I'm going to look at puppies to calm me down....

So yesterday, Rosie and I were sitting at the gate waiting for the girls and I was talking with the ticket guys.

One guy on the far side of the entrance called out "is that a guard dog or companion dog?" I mean, I was a little confused because Rosie looked like this yesterday

So not exactly the most vicious looking dog in the world.

But I call back "companion. Shes too much of a cupcake to be a guard dog". He starts to walk over but stops and says "what breed is she?" I sad she was a pit boxer mix and she's the sweetest dog you'll ever meet. He hesitates but then starts to back up and said, "na. I dont wana know what she can do."

I was sooooooo confused because at this point Rosie was cuddled up against my legs under the bench and looked as passive and pooped out as a dog could be (itd been a long day of walking for her too).

So I'm talking with the closer ticket guy for a little bit when the other guy calls, "you get her ears clipped?" I was like, hell no????? I'd never fucking do that to my girl?!?! Ear clipping is 100% unnecessary, harmful to a dogs ability to hear and express themselves, and is done only to make the dog have a specific look.

Shortly after that the girls pulled up and we left and I didnt think about it anymore.

Until now.

Dude had known fighting dogs.

Dude assumed Rosie was a fighting dog.

The only people who clip the ears of a pitbull are looking to give them That look. The look of a vicious guard dog or fighter.

Walker Payne (2006, Matt Williams)