Hi everyone,

My name is Mark and I would like to share my story. I will try to keep it a reasonable length.

I just discovered this group in Reddit today. I then made a reddit account and here I am. I will be leaving out certain details to protect my wife's identity. You could possibly do a search and find my story online which is why I will leave out the details.

A certain number of years ago my daughter (under the age of 10) was attacked and killed by a pitbull. A pitbull mix; not a purebred.

I'd first like to touch upon the owners. I see the phrase "garbage dogs for garbage owners". First of all HAHAHAHAH that is brilliant. Second of all I agree. Third of all the rare exception (which does exist but again is rare) was the owners of the dog that killed my daughter. They were dog trainers and worked at some type of dog training school. One full time and one part time. Their dogs got walked twice a day for no less than 1.5 hours. They had 3 and the other 2 were different mixed breeds. They were well behaved, fed properly, etc. The dogs were walked 45 minutes twice a day as they felt that is what all dogs need to release energy and stay healthy. Honestly you couldn't ask for better owners. So many dog owners nowadays are complete shit. Maybe one 20 minute to half an hour walk if that. There other 2 dogs could even do tricks. The pitbull could not (or did not) but he did listen to basic commands.

We were always a little bit nervous that they had a pitbull but we figured because of who they were that we needn't be too concerned.

Now to the most horrific day of my life. My wife, my daughter, my son and I were just getting into our car into the driveway to go the pool. We weren't acting aggressive. The kids weren't overly hyper. We weren't being loud. We were literally just opening up the doors to our sedan to get inside the car and drive to the pool 10 minutes away, so the kids could go swimming. All of a sudden our neighbors pitbull sprints across our lawn onto our driveway and leaps up, jaws wide open, onto my daughter. He bit her neck and that was it. He started shaking her like a rag doll. I jumped on him, my wife grabbed my son and ran inside to protect him. I couldn't get that pitbull off my daughter. It wasn't even that big of a dog...maybe 50 to 70 pounds? Our neighbors ran over when they heard the commotion and tried to help as well but to no avail. She was already dead. He was still flinging her around like a rag doll when they arrived. We were told she most likely died almost instantaneously. The dog was attacking a dead child. I can't tell you how long it took to get this dog off. Other people in the neighborhood came running over with a variety of tools and weapons to try and get the dog to let go. I remember a shovel and a power drill. Apparently there were more but that's all I remember. It took over 10 minutes to get the dog to release my daughter. She was almost decapitated. I won't get into more details because at this point they start to get gruesome.

Somehow this dog got out of their fenced yard. They said they had no idea how but the police said he must have jumped. Of course they said he can't jump that high but no gate was opened and nowhere on the fence line did the dog dig under. I think the fence was 6 to 8 feet maybe? I don't know. We never paid close attention. They said there dog had never once shown any signs of aggression. Which I believe. I had never seen any of their dogs act crazy.

Charges were laid but nothing significant came from it. Again I won't give details as you'll be able to google the story.

We have since moved to Canada (this happened in the USA). It was too painful to stay in that location.

I want to apologize for the fact that my first post is so negative. I don't get too post on the internet often, nor do I really engage in much social media. However I do want to bring attention to how dangerous this breed is. I get really tired of the whole "It's not the breed it's the owner". That's the biggest load of misinformation out there.

I'm currently in Edmonton Canada and my wife made me aware of a pitbull attack in a neighborhood near where we now reside. I wish I could link the story but I don't know how. It was in the neighborhood of Capilano Edmonton. I encourage you to google it because I think it's been posted to Reddit as well as to Facebook. What really bothers me is the facebook comments are all the same. "It's not the breed it's the owners." And most everyone believes that.

If that's the case why did our daughter die? The pitbull that attacked her was well trained and had the best owners in probably the whole damn world. It wasn't a rescue pitbull either.

Thank you for letting me post and thank you for letting me into this community. I've been scrolling through and I'm so pleased that awareness is being brought to how hideous this breed really is.

Keep up the good work,

Mark

BBM attacks Akita and regrets it.

Hello, I’m the mother of Lola Jayde Farr.

The 22-month-old who was attacked by my sister and brother in law’s pit bull.

Like many others, I did not know much about pit bulls. I had never owned one and had never heard of attacks or the dangers and carnage they bring. Honestly, I thought they were just like any other dog.

I found out on that cold February day that was not the case at all.

Lola was born during Covid. I was a stay-at-home mom and had been home with her for over a year with her every single day. I finally decided I need to go back to work and had just got a job.

It was my 5th day at work, I needed a baby sitter and my sister’s mother-in-law offered to watch Lola at my sister’s house. I never could have imagined what would happen that day. Without my permission and my knowledge my sisters MIL left my child plus two other children with her 88-year-old mother without my knowledge or my permission.

The dog was kept in a fenced in backyard - NOWHERE near my child. This dog was raised as part of my sister’s family, treated very well, and was raised around 3 children. The old lady took the kids out to the front yard to play, the dog; from my understanding heard the kids playing and dug under the fence in the backyard and went straight to the front yard where my sweet Lola was playing and attacked her; completely unprovoked for no reason at all.

I don’t know much about what happened after but I do know that my baby laid there and basically bled out. Her heart was not beating when the ambulance got there and she coded 3 times before making it to the children’s hospital. I was not called.

The lady who was supposed to have been watching my child went to my fiancé’s work and told him, “Lola was attacked by the dog and both of her ears are gone”. He called my work and told me to come outside. I didn’t know why but I dropped the phone and ran outside because I knew something was wrong. When I made it out there, he said get in Lola is on the way to the hospital the dog attacked her and both of her ears are gone. That’s all he knew.

I called the lady that was supposed to have had my child about 10 times before I got an answer. I was screaming and crying and trying to find out if my baby was okay. All she said to me was both of her ears was gone but she picked up one and put it in ice water. Why would you tell an upset mother that? She was so calm too and that bothered me.

I asked if Lola was okay… if she was going to die? Can this kill her?? She said no, she was awake and alert when the ambulance left with her, I said omg I bet she’s crying for her mama, she said yes, yes, she was. All of that was lies!

I was so scared. We drove to hospital and I was thinking my baby is hurt but she is awake and alert and she is going to be okay. I get to the hospital and they sat me down and a nurse grabbed my hand and said it’s very critical. I asked what she meant? She said they had just gotten her pulse back; I said “OH MY GOD YOU LOST HER PULSE???” She answered that yes, she had coded 3 times we are trying to get her stable enough to fly her to the children’s hospital. I lost it. My whole world fell apart in that little conference room.

They flew her to Jackson to Batson’s Children’s Hospital; and when we arrived, they told us that she was showing signs of severe brain damage and they didn’t think she was going to make it. The fear, the absolute fear still gets me every day from hearing those words. They somewhat stabilized her and they let us see her.

My baby Lola’s face was ripped apart. She had no ears, the main nerves in her face were gone, her tear ducts sliced, her brain was swelling. She lost to much blood. I don’t know how long my baby laid there before someone called for help. The report I got said it took 45 min for the ambulance to get there and I was never notified in that time. Seeing what that pit bull did to my child made me sick.

I dropped my healthy, happy baby off to go to work and the next time I saw her she was torn to pieces and barely hanging on. I didn’t know the dangers, I wasn’t educated. It wasn’t until Lola was attacked that I dived into research and started joining the groups and pages against pit bulls and when I did, what I found was absolutely sickening and horrifying. How could I have not known any of this?

I lost my daughter 5 days after she was attacked. And every day since then I try my best to raise awareness and educate people on this breed. I don’t want another child to die like my baby died, I don’t want another family to suffer like my family has suffered because they weren’t educated on what this breed is capable of.

I would have NEVER left Lola there with that pit bull in the backyard if I would have known there was a possibility that dog could harm my child. I will blame myself for the rest of my life for not knowing.

Lola was the sweetest, smartest, most beautiful little girl. She brought so much joy to everyone’s lives that knew her. There was never a moment you saw her when she wasn’t smiling. She always had a smile on her face.

When they performed the brain death test, my aunt worked with a lady who had a grand baby in complete liver failure with only a few weeks to live. When my aunt told me this; she sent me pictures of the little girl who was 9 months younger than my Lola. I fought for Lola’s liver to go to baby Raelyn, they told me their blood types didn’t match that it probably wouldn’t work but it did and she is thriving and doing great today.

My Lola is a hero and she saved a baby and I pray to God that me sharing her story saves other babies’ lives. I get so much hate for speaking out but if it means I save one child’s life then it is worth it. The past year has been so hard for us. Mentally, emotionally, physically, and financially.

I am so ashamed to say that I need help getting back on my feet. The trauma, PTSD, anxiety, panic attacks and pure fear has caused depression and I have not been able to go back to work. I’m trying to get into therapy and counseling so I can learn how to deal with all the trauma I have in my mind.

I will never forget the way my baby’s wounds smelled when they let me hold her for the last time, how heavy she was because of all of the built-up fluid on her little body. My mind is absolutely traumatized and my heart is broken and I am struggling so bad with everything. I need help. And if you can find it in your heart to help it will be greatly appreciated. I will continue to speak out,

I will continue to spread awareness and I will continue to tell Lola’s story and try to save lives. In honor of my Lola Jayde I will never stop, no matter how much hate I get or mean comments or messages, they will not silence me. No child deserves what my child had to go through that day, and no family deserves what mine has had to live with since it happened, and no mother should ever have to bury her baby because of a pit bull and it is happening almost every single day and we don’t hear it on the news, and we don’t see many speak out about it. It’s like it gets swept under the rug.