What about all those beautiful places where we gather in the warm weather, beaches, community events, festivals, forests, parks and all those type of events?
What about them? You remember, years ago, how festive they used to be? You remember when you would just wander around, listening to the music, eating the food, and maybe even the kids would be wandering around the fairs, older kids in charge?
Remember those days?
Those days are gone. Yes, yes, they are gone. Now, now we have to take extra care, we have to be so careful and so protective of our children, of the babies, of the family members, of the teenagers. Used to be where the teens could wander off at the fair and you didn’t have to be worried about them.
Enter the pit bull….
Enter the fighting-breed dogs..
Enter the inconsiderate owners..
..Enter the ones who bring their pits to the park just to find “little dogs” , what? As bait?
Enter those pit owners who insist on walking their dogs on the beaches without using leashes. Enter the pit owners who “pretend” their dogs are on leash. So, when the dog attacks, they take the leash off their shoulder and they say that the dog got away, and that he couldn’t help them. It was too late to help the victim who got assaulted by the pit bull.
Exit the carefree summer. Exit your well-planned vacation. Exit the summer fun.
Enter the bossy bullies as they call themselves.
Enter piddly little people who think that a dog’s life is far more precious than the life of a human being. Enter the pit bull apologists.
Exit carefree summer vacations . Enter the changed essays of “How I Spent My Summer”.
Enter the oceans of tears shed for family member who was attacked by a pit bull. Enter that warm summer vacation, those few weeks of fun, of happiness, of joy… turned, transformed into moments of hell, weeks of despair, months of tears, horrible, horrible seconds time thousands, and thousands of seconds times each wound, each bite mark, each mauling.
Exit a normal life. Exit a summer day filled with sunshine. Exit a happy family; exit some family members who could not run fast enough.
Enter a mauling by a pit bull. Enter the sad sadistic pit bull owners who moans and cries and weeps when his or her pit bull is shot by the police.
Enter the sob stories of how they resuced that pit bull. Enter clueless ballads of the history of the nanny dog. Enter the hidden. Enter the cover-up. Enter the hush.
Yes, the hush.
Enter a world, almost like the twilight zone where the victims hide. ..and the perps march around freely , spouting their propaganda about poor pit bulls . Enter the world where the victims go through hundreds of procedures and hundreds of operations..for the victims, age two days all the way up to 90 years old.
But wait. Wait. Stop. Wait just one moment.
Enter the revolution. Enter ticked off parents and angry relatives and super-angry friends and co-workers of those who lost their lives to pit bulls and to the deadly deeds of unscrupulous owners who flee the scene of the crime. Yes, crime.
Enter the page turning.
Enter a new direction.
Enter no more hush. That’s right. No more hush.
Enter an annual video featuring the voices , the faces , the memories of the victims and of their families. AVOCA. Enter AVOCA…the voices of victims.
Enter a new day.
Enter a new day, where victims are not longer isolated. Enter a new day where victims and survivors and family member and victims’ advocates are united, are standing tall and speaking out. Enter a new day.
Enter a past retreat turning into a full force “HEY we are here; we see you; we hear you, and we stand behind you” …
Enter … more hope. Enter lots of hope.
Nothing can ever restore what was lost. And even knowing that, we thank God we have the memory of those who were lost, taken, stolen, attacked, killed; we have the memory of those beatiful people and those beautiful eyes and those beautiful souls..
Enter a new day.
Standing united. Standing tall.
Enter Daxtonsfriends.com ….
If you were mauled or bit by a pit bull or fighting-breed dog, or if someone you know was bit, or mauled, contact either organization..
Write to DaxtonsFriends@gmali.com