He may not be a pit bull but his story deserves to be shared. Please read/share the story below, sign the petition and demand these linked news stations cover this story. The severe abuse and neglect of Buddy needs to be taken seriously and his owners deserve to be prosecuted. Too often do these people get away with their terrible deeds, this must change for the sake of all animals.
Erica Lynn ClarkKDKA-TV | CBS Pittsburgh
Friends: I have a story to tell, not a good one but a sad one… but I really need YOUR help to bring Justice to the abuser’s so please read and listen up, then help out! I know some of you have been following already so if you could SHARE this (if you can’t because we are in a group then share it from my wall, send a friend request) and follow the instructions at the end.
BUDDY as we have named the pup wasn’t but around 2-3 years old. A Facebook friend of mine has watched this dog suffer for to long. She has called police, animal control, SPCA and others trying to get this dog some help SEVERAL different times but nobody would!
This dog has been beaten by the family! Mostly by the 11 year old child that lives there. He was tied up outside ON A WIRE (no collar, or rope or leash, just a WIRE) 24/7 without food, water, shelter or shade in the rain, heat, snow, and sleet…
The other day my friend looks out her window to this dog having seizure’s caused by a heat stroke… It was 100 plus degrees and this family would go days without feeding the dog or giving it water… it just stayed outside, forgotten half the time and food thrown out to be rotted by the rain and elements (but never on a regular basis even).
She went over to help the dog. Called police, animal control, SPCA all over again and still no help! So she ran the dog to her vet… her vet would not help since she ”stole” the dog and so she took it to another vet who sedated the dog and put in an IV and did what they could to monitor the dog. While this dog was fighting for his life, the police called the lady who rescued her saying she was going to be arrested once she got home for ‘stealing’ this dog!
Later the police said as long as she did not air this story on the news they would not arrest her… but after a long night of fighting the temperature would not go down and the dog kept having seizure’s and eventually he passed away. RIP BUDDY 06/29/2012.
Now here is where we need YOUR HELP… the news reporters are backing away from the story so we need to blow up the pages to make it aware that this is NOT okay and to help make stricter rules everywhere! Help us bring justice for this poor innocent dog! The news stations are listed below.
Please, BLOW UP THESE PAGES TO LET THEM KNOW WE ALL WANT JUSTICE FOR THIS PERSONS ACTIONS and it is NOT okay to treat animals this way!
Thank you to those who have already helped ♥ Now all I can do is leave it to you guys and pray that justice will be served!♥
Pittsburg SPCA & Police Department: Act on the neglect and abuse by pressing charges against the family!
I’ve been thinking too much again. As usual.
It disgusts me that people who went to high school with me and my ex boyfriend didn’t know that we were together. Not because they didn’t know, but because he made it so that nobody ever knew or could tell that we were together. For three years. Yes, it’s not like we went out for a couple of months. It was three. Years. I stood by him through drug addiction, year-long rehab (during which I wrote to him multiple times a week), he was my best friend, I talked to him literally for hours every night before bed (unless he was out with friends or too messed up to talk), and I blew off plenty of my real friends just to spend time with him. And still he refused to tell people that we were together. He would not put it on facebook, he would not describe us as together (instead we were always “hanging out” or “on a break”), and yet he insisted while we were together that we were deeply in love.
It disgusts me that my self esteem was so low that I allowed him to abuse my emotions constantly. He used me for sex whenever he wanted it. Although I generally always consented, rarely did I ever actually want to have intercourse with him, but felt that I had to because it was the only thing keeping him with me. He brought me along on family things and I was always around for holidays and birthdays, but looking back on everything, it seems like it was just because he sometimes enjoyed playing “house”. As an emotionally stunted individual who never received much affection from his broken home, I admit, who could blame him for wanting someone who he could rely on for love and nurturing when he wanted it? But it scares me that I would stay with him for those three years with all of that crap happening. I didn’t have the self love I needed to say no to the relationship. I lied to myself, insisting that he truly cared about me, that he just had problems with commitment and drugs (after all, he cheated on me with just about every girl he lay eyes on and ended up giving me chlamydia which ended up giving me a cyst on my fallopian tube and possibly affecting my fertility later on in life, although he vehemently denies it).
It disgusts me that I literally wasted three years of my life waiting for someone who I thought I loved to just love me back. And those weren’t just any years, I dated him from 14 years old to 17 years old. And might I mention that he never once spent a birthday with me? Life is so so so so very precious to me now and it’s scary that I ever spent time caring about someone who was so horrible to me and who was never worth that time spent. And now I feel like I’ve wasted so much time thinking about how awful it is! Ugh. I know there was more I wanted to say, but nobody is going to read this anyway. It just feels good to let things out. It bothers me that this still bothers me, but it is what it is.
I hate this.
I’m afraid of a tiny minuscule unimportant silly little pill.
I used to do ecstasy when I was 15. I used to do a lot of things when I was fifteen. And I was a very very different person then. Someone so different that honestly, when I think about the “old” me it doesn’t even seem like I’m thinking about myself but instead about some dream I had or a movie I saw a long time ago. Anyway, I was a very very depressed person, and drug addiction and alcohol dependency were definitely related. i don’t know if my depression led me to rely on drugs or if my need for drugs led me to depression. My emotionally abusive ex boyfriend was also tied in there.
There’s a big campus party on Friday and I know that a lot of people at my school are going to be doing ecstasy. I also know that I have no intention of doing ecstasy probably ever again in my life. But I’m just so afraid. I’m so afraid because of how badly I want it. This huge part of me just wants it so badly and it’s very hard to describe. I do drink now after almost 2 years of sobriety and I smoke weed on a rare occasion after 3 years without it. But that’s it. All the harder stuff just makes me so scared that I’m going to turn into that person who I used to be and then I won’t actually be me anymore. I feel so silly for thinking this way and for being afraid of such a small little pill, but I don’t want to ever go back to the hell that I used to live in daily. And the fact that I want it so badly after almost 4 years without tells me that there’s a good chance that hell could become a reality again if I take one wrong step.
I would really really like to meet some people with PTSD who wouldn’t mind talking to me about what they’ve been through and what they’re doing about it. I’m here to do the same and would really like to hear some stories and share encouragement, because that’s what I need right now.
Please message me?