pit nutter roundup

originally published 5/29/11. BUMP for renewed interest.
taylor you can thank pittybritty and cyclona.

THOMAS TELLEKSON

rogers, arkansas a pit bull jumped through the window and attacked a UPS driver as he delivered a package. the police responded. attempts to taser the frankenmauler only seemed to piss him off. when the mutant tried to attack bystanders, the police opened fire on it. now the TELLEKSON comes forth to say the shit bull was never aggressive before and showed the KY3 news warm and fuzzy photos of his child and nanny dog. TELLEKSON said the shooting constitutes murder. he said would have rather gone to jail than to see his family member killed and that his girl friend is having nightmares.

THOMAS H. TELLEKSON was convicted of second degree sexual assault of a child in 2007. i wonder if his victim is still having nightmares?

COREY LAMONTAGNE

leeds, maine 34 yr old LAMONTAGNE is in trouble with the law again. last january his shit bull attacked a llama. he pled guilty in february, was fined and apologized to the llama's owner. LAMONTAGNE went to court last week for the theft of a tractor that he tried to pawn to undercover cops but was intercepted by DEA agents. the pit nutter had a backpack full of drugs: 22 grams of coke, 58 ecstasy pills, 375 methadone pills, 76 diluadid pills and 14 grams of psilocybin mushrooms. estimated value $8300. looks like the entrepreneur didn't acquire another shit bull to protect his business and has to guard it himself 24/7.

JANICE RAMIREZ, 55 and ASHLEY RAMIREZ, 21

vero beach, floriduh team psycho has been charged with animal cruelty after taping a pig's mouth closed and setting their pit mix dogs on it AND video taping it AND posting it on facebook. thankfully, people reported them.

DERRICK ANTONIO TATE

spartanburg, south carolina deranged 27 yr old TATE and an equally deranged buddy approached a 53 yr old woman and asked if they could buy her pit bull for $70. when she refused, they pulled a gun on her, threatened to kill her and took the pit bull. the victim recognized TATE as the son of a long time acquaintance. TATE has been charged with first degree burglary, armed robbery and felon in possession of firearm

ALEXANDER BERNARD

hamden, connecticut 25 year old BERNARD claims that no one liked his 8 month old staffordshire terrier, so he stabbed her 29 times. the pit bull is in stable condition. i wonder why no one liked her? advice to BERNARD, next time try silver bullets or wooden stakes or maybe just call animal control.

KENNETH HALL

atlantis, floriduh 40 yr old HALL was sentenced to a year in prison for slitting his pit bulls throat after it got into a fight with his friend's dog. HALL claimed he was putting her out of her misery. this was HALL's ninth arrest.

DAWN CAPP, Esq.

sacramento, california thanks to blogger Sudden Random Unprovoked and Violent for pointing out a recent blog written by pit nutter DAWN CAPP. she proves yet AGAIN that pit bull advocates are incapable of telling the truth.

here's CAPP on service pit bulls and planes in 2011"

"Savvy's flight over was more miserable than my own. I got a coach class seat. Savvy, on the other hand, got to spend the four hours stuffed under a small seat, with me constantly readjusting him to avoid carts and feet crushing his toes or tail."

here's CAPP on service pit bulls and planes in 2004:

"The advantage of having a smaller, more powerful dog is obvious. Can a German Shepherd service dog easily fit under the cramped space of an airplane when it accompanies its disabled handler on flight? Not unless the airline has particularly roomy spaces beneath the seats. By contrast, a 50-pound dog will have no problem curling up beneath the seat."

the above excerpt was taken from paragraph 3, page 7, of the esquire's 2004 book "American Pit Bull Terriers, The Truth Behind One of America's Most Popular Breeds". how awesome it would be if these creepy lunatics could be charged with crimes of deception. i know, that's just a fantasy. but how about this for reality - CAPP graduated from thomas jefferson school of law, the fifth worst law school in the nation with some of the worst faculty ratings and the lowest bar exam passing rate in the state of california. it's all starting to make sense now...

fun with washington nutters

22 year old pit bull owner/breeder/expert MELANIE OHLENKAMP

kent, washington a pit bull went on a rampage, attacking 2 people, killing one dog and attacking 3 others, chasing kids, attacking a police car and attempting to attack a cop. an aco described the pit jumping over a 5 ft wall, "as if it had wings". surprisingly (and disappointingly) the manhunt ended with the mutants being taken into custody without gunshot wounds. although no one has claimed ownership of the rampaging mutant, the lovely miss pit nutter of washington MELANIE OHLENKAMP stepped forward to claim her 10 seconds of fame defending the frankenmauler. "People in general should not be in fear of this dog i mean he's super friendly with people but if you have other dogs and you're walking them you should be very careful just because if he's not familiar with other animals, you know, you just don't know." oh, i think she DOES know. the reporter said that that the young woman is familiar with the pit bull, so she knows who the owner is. or maybe she is the owner.

now meet the REAL melanie.

i am fascinated by the level of narcissism among pit nutters. they are so predictable. take note $hotgun $hortcake: beauty fades, dumb is forever.

Washington Courts

1	Ohlenkamp, Melanie Defendant	King County District	103-10788		02-08-2010
2	Ohlenkamp, Melanie Anne Defendant	Lower Kittitas Dist	9Y6176884		06-29-2009
3	Ohlenkamp, Melanie Anne Defendant	Enumclaw Municipal	IT0108900		12-24-2009
4	Ohlenkamp, Melanie Anne Defendant	Seatac Municipal	IT0035955		09-17-2007

JUSTIN LaVALLEY

kirkland, washington a seattle man drove his dogs to a kirkland park and let them loose. they locked and loaded on a german shepherd. when LaVALLEY and the gsd owner couldn't get the pits off, the gsd owner pulled his legally owned and concealed pistol and shot one of the ugly dogs. independent witnesses say the gsd owner had no choice. JUSTIN NUTTER LaVALLEY of course admits his dogs were fighting but doesn't feel the victim should have used gun. (under no circumstances should wiggle butt ever be interrupted from flexing his DNA!) too bad, LaVALLEY'S ugly dog is still alive. here are his two uninjured ugly mutants, sitting in the back of his pick up truck, unrestrained. ANOTHER "oops moment" waiting to happen.

Washington Courts

1	Lavalley, Justin  Defendant	King Co Superior Ct	02-2-01775-4		01-11-2002
2	Lavalley, Justin  Defendant	King Co Superior Ct	03-2-39045-3		10-23-2003
3	Lavalley, Justin R  Defendant	King Co Superior Ct	06-2-17504-2		05-25-2006
4	Lavalley, Justin R  Defendant	King Co Superior Ct	06-2-36032-0		11-13-2006
5	Lavalley, Justin R K Defendant	Fife Municipal	FRL307404		05-14-2013
6	Lavalley, Justin Richard Defendant	King County District	115-18049		10-17-2011
7	Lavalley, Justin Richard K Defendant	Kirkland Municipal	XY0231384		04-30-2010
8	Lavalley, Justin Richard K Defendant	King County District	CR0028929		12-11-2006
9	Lavalley, Justin Richard K Defendant	Bothell Municipal	14547		08-25-2005
10	Lavalley, Justin Richard K Defendant	King County District	CR0028928		12-11-2006
11	Lavalley, Justin Richard K Defendant	Grant County Dist Ct	21996		08-30-2001

we interrupt this frankenmauling moment with a little POSITIVE pr from the land of FABB/JESSUP/BUI!!

tacoma, washington bullseye dog rescue will be having a little fun playing the find the pit bull game. starting june first, low income judgement proof nutters can take advantage of free spay neuter, free obedience training and free pit bull owner only workshops, so you can learn how your fighting dogs (with top-rated temperaments) are no different than any other dog. i hear there will be a game of breed charades and tips on how to successfully dine and dash. these "pit bull only" events are sponsored by and carry the JANE BERKEY seal of approval.

nutters, don't gorge yourselves on the propaganda, save room for truth dessert!

and last but not least...

the ethereal TAYLOR HERNANDEZ, who is as comfortable rubbing elbows with dog fighting scum as she is with rescue angel nutters, tells her story. one of her friends sent me this :)

Why I love the Bulldogs

My personal story

-- Why I love the Bulldogs My personal story I get asked Hey Taylor why do you love this breed so much. Taylor why do you fight for the "gamebred" dog's. Or Tay why are you always fighting with everyone over this breed. Well to me it is so... simple. To me it's like fighting for air to breath. Because with out the dogs in my life I would suffocate. So here is my story. In 1989 I was born. But I was born into a family of bulldogs. My father his father and his father father. All had bulldogs. Yes most of you may not agree with what they did with their dog's however it is what it is and there is nothing anyone could do to change that. I grew up working with my father in the yard. Since I could walk I was out side with my father cleaning feeding and playing with these dogs. I have seen it all before i was in pre K. My Grandfather Jerome Hernandez was a very nice well spoken man who loved the dogs his father raised him with them as well. My Grandfather unlike many others of today even though he was too raised with dogs had to find his own mark and find what worked for him. From what I was told there wasn't many bloodlines to choose from. But of a few and a lot of imported and unknown dogs. He would save everything even to this day I have hand written pedigrees that came from my Great Grand father The oldest I have dates back from 1902 and there is a photo with it and a detailed story about such dog. However I can not find this dog any where online and half of the writing is worn off. My grandfather was around a lot of people one of them he helped was Sonny Sykes. Many may not know who that is and thats fine. So what I am getting at it seems each person in my family even till today myself has seem to fight to do the best for their dogs and in their own way nothing should be handed to us. We all need to fight for them and not expect the work to be done by someone else no matter who you are where you have come from and what you did or didn't do. I have been blessed with so many educational tools and lessons before i was old enough to be thankful for them. I got to see dogs at their best and at their worst. I wasn't sure of my true love of them until I was blessed with my first true love and bond with my first special dog. His name was Peanut. He was so beautiful more like a wild mustang full of life and confidence. He stood at that time as tall as me I was able to look directly into his eyes he could of very easily knocked me down but he was very aware of my smallness and had never tried to over power me ever. He was of an old Carver x colby cross. My grandfather was much into the old Carver dogs. Not really sure why Peanut was bred the way he was But I am sure it was for a reason. He was black with white markings one blue eye and one half blue and brown eye. with big floppy long hound like ears. with big white feet to me that looked like bear feet. My father was also in the services The Marines. He was an old Jar head so to speak. He would get a lot of special trips to do and so on and would be gone for time to time. My father was my world and I loved him very much so he was my Hero. I think more dads of today should take some lessons from my old man. He was the best. At times it may have seem he was hard on me but in all I wouldn't be the strong woman I am today if i didn't have them.When my dad was deployed all I had was the dogs and My dog Peanut. I loved that dog. He would put Lassie to shame. we did everything together even play tea parties. Yes I played tea parties lol. Through the tough times of my life I always had Peanut and he never left my side not ever. My dog Peanut boy oh boy that dog. Even till this day i can laugh and cry at all the times I had with him. I would sneak him in the house at night till my dad gave in and let him become the house dog. he would sleep at the end of my bed. He was a stuff animal destroyer he killed all of my much loved collection but it was worth it never the less. I would share my not so good veggies with him and he would eat them with no complaints. And no one had to know our secrets. Summer times we would go to the lake and go swimming. One day Peanut saved me. One afternoon while in the deep wooded area of VA where I shouldn't of been in the first place. We walked up on a Black bear. This Black bear didn't seem to be too pleased with us walking up on it. and I was young but not too young to understand Bears are dangerous even more so when spooked. This bear was making this loud growl and stomping it's feet. showing its teeth and staring me down. I didn't move out of fright. Peanut however didn't like this bear and made it be known so. As the bear came charging at us. I just stood there like a deer in head lights. Peanut however wasn't as scared and charged back biting the bear on the face that bear flung peanut off like a plastic bag in the wind and the bear came at me but Peanut however came back not backing down and charging that bear once again. By then I climbed up the tree and was screaming hoping someone like my dad would hear me. The bear would swat at Peanut and peanut would hold his ground and keep coming back. By then peanut was all bleeding and the bear didn't seem to be tired or willing to give up as well. But after a while well what seem to be a life time that bear decided to move on and Peanut went chasing after him. I was still in the tree crying and screaming. Thinking my best friend is dead or lost. Finally my uncle comes back there and found me. I was crying so hard as my uncle scooped me up over his shoulder he didn't seem to care much where peanut went. I begged him to please find Peanut. I knew my best friend was hurt and I knew even back then that my dog wouldn't give up and no one was there looking for him to stop him. My Dad wasn't home and wasn't planed to be home till the next day. He had taken his dog Little Shirley out of state to be bred by his friend Jack's dog I believed that dogs name was Blackie That would be the only time Sherley was ever bred later on she had died after a match. That night was so long I didn't sleep for a second. My best friend was gone and alone some where out there. The next day I was up bright and early and headed out to look for my best friend Peanut. I had his favorite in hand a pack of raw hot dogs and a big bottle of water. But I also took back up in case that bear was still around so I took my fathers big hunting knife that was never used. something no little girl should be caring but back then I didn't think so. I called and called and called some more. Where was peanut? When noon came around I had almost given up hope before I had spotted a black flash in some bushes with those neon white markings. There was my friend all beat up limping and bleeding his head was swollen and a slash along the side of him that would show his flesh. Yet he was as chipper as could be wagging his tail and seemed to have been as happy to see me as i was him. When I got home I had seen my Fathers truck in our driveway. He was on the porch getting ready to check all of the dogs and feed them. At that time there was 90 plus dogs there. So There was always work to be done. He turned around took one look at me and another at Peanut and boy he wasn't happy one bit. But he asked me very nicely what had happen to him . Once I told him boy was he very angry for being so dumb to go into the wooded area that far back alone. And at that moment I knew it really wasn't so much anger but maybe fear that I could of been attacked by the bear. My father loved all the wild animals there even if they are dangerous he always felt that we are on their land and we need to give them space. If you been attacked it was due to our meaning humans neglect to be respectful of the animals space. But still I was his little girl. He so quickly grab Peanut and took him to the shed and put him on iv fluids and gave him a few shots one for infection and another for making sure peanut wouldn't go into shock. I don't remember the names of any of them. I do remember him explaining this to me and telling me how important it was that Peanut got those things. He then gave a shot for pain where Peanut's flesh was open. He then had given him another shot that put Peanut to a sleep. He then took a big bottle of clear liquid and poured it over the open wounds and had to cut some of the flesh off. My father had me watch him do this he felt it was needed for me to learn how to do these things. He then put straws inside where he was putting stitches around this whole time my father was checking the dogs oxygen and his heart I was simply amazed at this. My father took over like some sort of Doctor or in the case a Vet. Peanut recovered nicely after he had his much needed rest with us. And grown a custom to bacon and eggs and French toast. My dad would make the best breakfast and by this time Peanut was set a bowl as well plus left overs. By 5 months Peanut was a fat dog but that is what happens when you have a whole family plus people who came over to help my father with the dogs all give Peanut scraps and left overs. By then Peanut was fully healed and my father had an eye on him. He then thought it was time Peanut worked off the extra pounds. My father for months worked with Peanut got him nice and lean he even took him to shows every time Peanut went he would always win Peanut was turning heads all over the place. When ever someone would ask about Peanut my father would point to me and tell them that he belong to me. Some thought it was a joke and others thought it was cute but my father really meant it... Then my father had asked me if I wanted to see if Peanut could prove himself. And I thought sure I had seen my dad test dogs before. I was young what did I know so he did just that. He took Peanut to his litter mate brother his name was Snoopy. My father liked the way they both turned out he then took him to a friend of his dog who was slightly bigger his name was buck he then too said he seen a lot in Peanut. Not much later My father went out of state with Peanut and he matched him to a dog my Grandfather had named Boyel . From what I was told Boyel was experience dog. My father however believed in Peanut. Peanut had an advantage Peanut was not just a bulldog but was also a house dog and had a very heavy bond with us. My father said they went at it back and forth for over an hour a hard hour my grandfather then picked up his dog Boyel and said he had enough. When My father came home with Peanut I didn't like it Peanut looked rough real rough. My dad once again fixed him up and months later Peanut was back to his old self with a few more scars yet he was still the same old Peanut. Peanut and myself started to get older our bond was always the same he was my best friend he was there when no one else was. Peanut and I still went out in the woods even though i had known better. I just felt like it was a home away from home sometimes it felt more home then the one I lived in. It was the one place I was able to see Peanut run and be free as did I. He would fetch sticks and have races with me. We would jump in old pile of leaves and find treasures. It came that time again My father took Peanut back out. But this time wasn't like the rest My father along with a friend Had Peanut wrapped in a sheet My father didn't look happy. I heard of some yelling among my father and his friend something had gone wrong. Peanut wasn't wagging his tail. I walked over to the shed where my father was he was covered in blood. His friend yelling just take out back it aint worth it. My father was sweating I knew something was wrong. My father looked over at me with this lost face. He didn't have that full confidant look on his face. Peanut was just layingthere. My father was giving him shots of whatever he started CPR Peanut just didn't budge. I knew my best friend wasn't coming back and I blamed my father when he looked at me and said he tried it all I started to scream he killed the one thing in my life who never was away he knew gave up on me Peanut was always there He knew all of my secrets. In that split second My father went from my hero to someone I hated. And I did. Peanut laid there on this big steal table eyes wide open I seen my reflection in his eyes. I kissed his nose as I fell down I hurt that night more then ever. The pain of losing my best friend was a pain that was unbearable. It's a feeling of being kicked in your stomach and you lose your breath. You can't hold your head up. The world feels as if it leaning on your shoulders. I didn't care that Peanut won his last match. That didn't matter to me. What did matter was I no longer had my friend my pal the one thing that was always there who was never busy was now gone. My father was no longer my Hero he was a murder. From that day on I knew I wouldn't want to see this happen again. The day we buried Peanut I promised him that I'd never let hurt happen to any other dog in my life or in my care. I promised him I'd never forget him and I wont. I haven't bonded with another dog till much later in my life and that is my heart and sole Gambler. I see the same sparkle in Gambler when he is with my own little girl. I see a bond with them as I had with my own dog. They will never have to face what I did when I was her age. She will never have to say good bye to her best friend in the same manner as I did. But there fight is a bit different then mine and that is BSL. BSL can always strike it's something of the same. It is like a virus. And is spreading state to state and town by town. I feel my love for this breed for all the little boys and girls and their Peanuts and Gamblers. They need to be heard they need us to fight for them. I wont give up some may say I have no right to fight for BSL since I come from a family of dog fighters but I believe I have to fight more so because of that. I must change my family past for this breed make my way to give back to the dogs. Understand them in a way most can not.Or most can't handle. I can't see another dog die due to a virus our government's sets. As far as my father I didn't forgive him till the day we buried him. I felt if anything he had to answer god. I loved my dad I really do and still do he is my father after all. And he was doing what he was raised in doing. It was just the way it was. He has a passion in it just like I have one not in it and helping the breed. Maybe I wasn't into it because of Peanut maybe in the jest of it all he helped me see a different way. Maybe it's because I am a female and tend to be more on the emotional side. Who knows why I turned out to be who I was but I am what I am and I have every intention of being of just that being me and standing by what I love. I am thankful for my life long lessons and find myself still being a student I am always learning and keeping my ears open to all of the possibilities. I wish that one day that my own experiences can help someone else and maybe change just one person. Maybe one day we of all sides who love the breed/breeds can come together and help with the fight and end BSL. maybe even help an irresponsible owner become of an responsible one Maybe one day it's a dream and that is all it needs to be everyone had a dream but very few fight to make them come true. I haven't given in yet and still fighting. Each day I find a way or dot down a plan of making changes and helping . That is it folks this is my story why I am who I am and why I love these dogs and why I am in the fight and as passionate as I am about the breed. Hope you enjoyed or if anything understand who I am a bit more

By: Taylor Hernandez

*TAYNADO is 22 yrs old, that makes her father an illegal dogfighter.