SueAnn Porter

A large clunk woke me up. I stumbled to the kitchen to turn on the coffee machine. Mr. Porter was shouting something, but my brain had not turned on yet. I turned toward the front door to find my husband holding a pit bull and yelling, “Call 911!”

It took a second to find my phone, and then ask, “What do I say?” My dog, Buddy, miraculously was standing peacefully next to me. He looked at the pit bull but did not lunge at it.

“This dog attacked Daisy.” (Another dog in the neighborhood) “Call 911 and tell them to come get this dog.

So I did. Without my caffeine fix, I told the person who answered that there was a dog attack and please send help. I told her my name and address and hung up.

Coffee was finally appearing in the carafe, and I poured myself a cup, added milk, and took Buddy into the back room (my office) so that he and the pit bull were safely away from each other.

I suspect because the pit bull is a female and the dogs she has attacked in the past were females (this was not her first rodeo, or even her second) maybe she had no interest in fighting with a male dog. Whatever the reason, I was glad they stayed away from each other. Buddy does not back down from fights, even when he’s losing, and I certainly didn’t want to witness that.

An hour later, the Animal Control and the Cops showed up. They took the dog away.

Meanwhile, a neighbor had captured the dog attack on her RING camera and loaded it onto a neighborhood app and Facebook account. The usual armchair quarterbacks jumped on to leave their ignorant comments. “Is it really a pit bull?” (Gee, let me conduct a DNA test.) “Why didn’t she call 911?” (Hard to dial the phone when you’re trying to save your dog from a pit bull’s mouth.)

There is a court date next week. Hopefully this dog will be removed from its owners before it attacks again.

Good morning.