Wednesday, July 24, 2013
Sadfalada strikes again
another good pit doing exactly what it was bred to do, bite and hold on and try to finish its opponent , whatever or whoever that may be. the owner , not necessarily bad or evil , but perhaps a touch ignorant , uneducated or psychopathic. this happen everyday , every hour perhaps and theres really no sense to it at all.
- July 24, 2013 at 2:38 PM
- Small Survivors said...
You captured the horror of that video perfectly. Which makes me scream every time i see it.
love "steroidal toad"
Thank you sadfalada
- July 24, 2013 at 6:06 PM
- april 29 said...
More poetry please!
- July 24, 2013 at 7:15 PM
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- July 24, 2013 at 9:04 PM
- orangedog said...
I hate that video. The shithead owners slinking away to avoid the vet bills they should be paying. Maul and Haul(ass)
- July 24, 2013 at 9:25 PM
- Rumpelstiltskin said...
That poor little dog and the pit bull owner is slithering away. How sad.
Happens all the time. Just like that.
- July 24, 2013 at 9:28 PM
- scurrilous amateur blogger said...
yes snarky, that's exactly what america has become.
- July 24, 2013 at 10:05 PM
- Packhorse said...
That pit looks like Jonny the cuddly Gund dog.
- July 25, 2013 at 6:49 AM
theres a gund pittie ? for dingbats who prefer a pit that doesnt poop.
- July 25, 2013 at 9:28 AM
a great gift for a bereaved dingbat whos recently suffered a dirtnapping .
- July 25, 2013 at 9:34 AM
i was able to get through the first couple of seconds before i had to turn it off.
how does anyone ever see that type of behavior in a dog and call it anything but a dangerous, unbridled attack?
for the vets of hollywood animal hospital to hold a sign claiming not just their disagreement with breed specific legislation, but their SUPPORT FOR PIT BULLS, means, to me, that they are in support of this very pit bull-centric behavior. that montage visual of sign-holding vets should physically exist as the frame surrounding every mauling video. after all, it's what they -- admittedly -- support.
- July 25, 2013 at 9:50 AM
i would be hypocritical to condemn a whole breed of dog when hollywood cant exist without gratuitous violence .
- July 25, 2013 at 10:03 AM
- scurrilous amateur blogger said...
larry must be out on his boat without access to the internet. i saved that thread of comments. i suspect he will delete them when he finishes his mutant supported playtime.
- July 25, 2013 at 11:21 AM
I just read the account of Jeff Borchardt's little boy Dax's murder by the babysitter's two mutants on Dogsbite.org which made me check here. I've seen that little poodle video before but Sadfalada brings a new dimension to it. So hard but essential to know the truth.
- July 26, 2013 at 1:47 PM
- Your Quiet Neighbor said...
I believe the Gund dog is named Isaboo.
- July 26, 2013 at 3:07 PM
- Meals on Wheels said...
Rose petals...I had some stained on Saltillo tile, I hadn't sealed it yet. It took quite the effort to get out the stain.
Great imagery. Well chosen words that bite, like a pit bull does.
- July 27, 2013 at 12:03 AM
everyones patio tiles need sealing promptly and properly.
- July 27, 2013 at 8:33 AM
gund would make a killing on a sweet cuddly PITTIEPOO model .
- July 27, 2013 at 8:36 AM
on pretty streets, and ugly;
on walking paths, on beaches,
in parks, playgrounds, in shops,
in flimsy backyards
or suddenly in houses we thought secure
they bolt across open space, head low,
with eyes like fixed gravel
common as stones, everywhere
we see them, adrenaline scorches the image, body becomes trembling ice
yet we are told they cannot be known, that we deny the loss and toll,
and ignorance, accept
But this is how they may be known,
by hellish roil of nightmare sound
as a living thing
we love and protect,
in futile struggle, is ground down to death
and that death isn't quick, it's meant to prolong
the display of bloodcraft, the Raveners song
but this unknown actor works in silence,
the chorus provides him with shrieks and screams and blows, he will not relent
till costumed in blood and shreds of a dying soul
and is hurried from the scene by his keeper, grinning in furtive pride
and bloody footprints follow
like rose petals and confetti
Out on any busy midday street another performance is unfolding
in a cluster of anguish, the chorus of watchers heave
and lunge, in panic and horror
the dog unmoving and silent
as a little grey poodle is throttled
and lies flattened as an
Irregular shadow on the pavement
his only life a strangled thin scream
a fraying ribbon tying him to life
clinging to it as he is gripped
a throat no larger than a child's wrist
rising and falling with his owner's own shrieks
as he was thrashed into the sidewalk he had walked so happily
and his silly, soft curls
made him look like a child's frivolous plaything
Now broken, old, discarded, nothing
The bulldog, the bulldog
Is unadorned, as befits his task
he wears a metal collar and
on his huge head is marked
a death mask
and his thick mineral skull
Unassailable and cruel
digs down it's stone weight
to gnaw, shake, and chew
the slaps, tugs, and splashing
does nothing to deter
he thinks it only due his dire work
receive the honor
his owner still straddles him,
that gargoyle to buttress
and whines and tugs, and knocks
tells him time to soon desist
when then the poodle escapes, and scrambles free
it's joy in life forever tainted
but the bulldog in his owners grasp
Is raised upright as though sainted
and put on view between her legs
it's meaty forelegs spread stiffly wide
as though to show her dog was braced
for contender or for homicide
a steroidal toad, might think some not in the Pit troops
an unnatural creature for delusional dupes.