I know Abi will have a lot to say on this one… fuck you, Deskie.
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via our homeslices at Fox25: “Lowell Police responded to a report of an injured child at a home on Clare Street in Lowell at 6 p.m. on Saturday.
Upon arrival, authorities found a 7-year-old boy, but officials say he was already dead. Preliminary investigation suggests the boy entered a fenced area and was attacked by two pit bulls on the other side.
Neighbors were frantically calling 911, watching in horror as the child was attacked. Once police arrived, they shot one of the pit bulls, but it continued to come at the officer, and then ran off wounded.
OPERATOR: Clare Street getting multiple 911 calls, a child’s being attacked by some sort of animal
OPERATOR: Lowell can you head that way too? Apparently the dog will not let go of the child.
OFFICER: Lowell, get the paramedic over here,
OFFICER: Lowell, shots fired, the dog is hit, it’s still coming at me.
On Sunday morning investigators were going door to door asking questions about what people had seen in the moments leading up to the attack.
“I heard someone yelling ‘It’s my baby! It’s my baby!’ and I come to find out that it was my daughter’s friend’s son,” said neighbor Annmarie Dizazzo.
Neighbors say the 7-year-old boy was playing with his older brother, and was either trying to pet the dog or jumped the fence before being mauled. Authorities are working to figure out if the boy jumped the fence or if he was pulled in.
Following the attack, one of the pit bulls escaped the enclosed area, but was found and euthanized shortly after.
Animal control currently has the other dog in custody.
The Middlesex County DA’s Office says they will not be releasing the boy’s name.
The investigation is ongoing and no charges have been filed.”
OK, so… this may be an unpopular hottake, but hot it will be. I’m gonna hitch up my big girl britches and embrace the hate that may be slung my way afterward. It’s OK, you’re still my baes.
I’ve seen the comments on every-fuckin-news-site from here to Kathmandu on this story. We have two subsects of doucheynoodlebrained morons commenting: those who believe pitbulls are blood thirsty killer Cujos, snapping their gaping maws at anything that dare wander too close and those who believe they’re giant fluffy butts, can do no wrong, and it’s the KID to blame for being mauled.
I’m here to tell all y’all that you areeeee
in the words of the late and great Notorious BIG: “The weak or the strong, who got it goin’ on… You’re dead wrong”
So, who IS to blame here?
On the one hand, it’s the parent – given that this story is outta Lowell, there’s a 99.9% chance on the ratchet meter that this kiddo was in a one-parent household, that’s why I left it singular, instead of the plural, parentSSSS.
In today’s day and age, it’s not safe to let your 7-year-old gallivant around the neighborhood, especially not in dumpsters like Lowell, with such things to contend with as machete attacks, baby-killers-cum-panhandlers, and human trafficking.
Taking it a step further, if you’re gonna throw caution to the wind and let your kid traipse around, wouldn’t it be wise to drill into their head to stay OFF of other people’s private property?
With all that said… what 1st grader is infallible, though? Kids forget. Kids push limits. It’s what they do. They’re put on this earth to drive you batshit fucking mad from the second they come wailing into this world out of the tuna tunnel ’til the moment you’re on your deathbed. So… as a parent, you do your due diligence. You creep on them through the blinds, stand on the porch, basically keeping an eye from afar making sure they’re following the rules so you can allow them that kinda freedom. I mean, that’s what I think parents should do, but who the fuck am I? I’m a reformed hoodbooger and my turtlebabies have made it into teenager-hood, so I’m just guessing this is the best way to keep them alive during those pesky grade school years.
Anyway, it seems mom here was off ripping Newpie 100s on her stoop with a gaggle of ratchets while the attack went down, where she’s still sitting today, according to video, holding vigil while rippin’ butts in despair.
Anyone know who she is, hit me in my (in)box, please!
And of course, her naaaaaaaaaaaaybuh whose daughter used to hang out with her, like, all the time, jumped at the chance to get her 15 seconds. Get a load of this toothless wonder:
Looks like her dentures mighta slipped past her gums and down her gullet. Woopsies!
It’s clear the caliber of people we’re working with here, and it’s no wonder this poor kid met his untimely demise so soon.
OK so… it’s not just the mom at fault here. And I’m sure she’s kicking herself in the ass for this, so I’ll ease off.
Know who else deserves the same share of a shame sandwich? The needle-dicked chudstuffer who needs penile extensions in the form of walking, barking, and biting
lawn asphalt ornaments to make him feel fulfilled as a man. Look at the area where the dogs were kept:
Half finished furniture, no grass, a couple of pallets stacked up, a random 2×4, couple of naked metal fence posts just chilling… looks like prime dog-raising real estate. Why anyone would get a couple of dogs of a much-maligned breed just to bolster their, uh, shortcomings, is beyond me.
Pit bulls can be great dogs. I’ve owned them. I’ve also met some totally fucked up ones. And let me tell you right quick: it’s NOT “all in how you raise them” – just as there are humans who come out of the gate with a screw or ten loose, there are dogs who are the same, especially when you get into overbreeding because of ratchet demand (which encompasses a shit ton of inbreeding.) But we’re not gonna argue that point here, because clearly, these dogs weren’t raised, nor socialized, properly. They were tossed in a concrete yard. They saw this kid as a threat to their 40’x20′ enclosure, and, were gonna do anything to defend it. Had the owner of these dogs actually been responsible and not much concerned about the size of his trouser trout, he would have been supervising his dogs, just as Mama Ratchet should’ve been supervising her kid, and everyone would be alive and well today.
We’d love to know more about the family and the dog owner, so hurry up and spill that tea to your girl NSTB! You can hit the TB Facebook Inbox or dump a load in my (in)box personally NorthShoreTurtleBabe@gmail.com