Justice for Maxx
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WARNING!!!
(There are graphic pics in this post)
These are pictures of my munchkins and their best friend Maxx. When we adopted Maxx, we were told he was a "lab mix". As he got older, it became clear what Maxx was mixed with but he was such a great dog we never had a second thought about bringing him into our family. He was our dog. We were his family and we would be forever. Breed was irrelevant. His heart was good, his temperament was gentle and his soul was loyal. All we cared about was that he loved us and we loved him.
This is a picture of the what is burned into their little brains on the day they watched their dog brutally shot by a neighbor with a bad attitude towards pitbulls.
These are the kinds of pictures they draw now...pictures of their dead friend, in a pool of blood, laden with apologies about how they couldn't save him or stop that monster because they weren't "strong enough".
Our family lives in a rather affluent neighborhood is a sleepy little family town. Our neighbors include Dr's and Professors and church pastors. We live in a tightly knit community and their entire lives they have felt safe.
Until this day.
The day that we decided to take some time out of our busy lives to go to our neighborhood park just a few doors down. On the way out we ran into one of our very friendly neighbors and we struck up a conversation. The kids were eager and impatient as children often are. They asked to run ahead to the park while I finished our conversation. Without a second though I laughed at their enthusiasm and made the biggest mistake I have ever made as a mother, I said yes.
It was a clear line of sight from me to the park. We have lived in this neighborhood for years. Been to this park 1000 times. The 5 of them were together, my son, my daughter, my 4 nephews and my niece. It wasn't until I heard their laughter dissolve into terrified screams that I knew something was wrong. I broke into a dead sprint towards the park. But I literally came onto the scene a split second too late....the gun went off and all I could do was scoop up my kids and physically put myself between them and the blood bath they had just witnessed at the park. Army training is neutralize the threat but motherly instinct prevails, protect their lives with my body.
On the way to the park, the leash had become tangled under Maxx's feet with the slack. Maxx's leash detached and he happily jogged towards the park, kids in laughing pursuit. He attempted to greet the man, his teenage son and their very large and aggressive Akita.The kids were immediately with him.The Akita became aggressive, bit my man-cub and snapped at Maxx. The teenage son then tugged the Akita away from the Maxx where he came to rest on the leash a good 20 feet away from Maxx.
The man then drew his weapon began threatening the kids. The children protested that Maxx was "friendly" and would not hurt anyone. The man shouted that he "didn't care" and that unless the kids took the dog away he would shoot him. The kids tried to pull the dog away but in fear, Maxx had pulled out of the collar that the children were tugging. As this man approached Maxx, he rolled over onto his side and submitted JUST AS HE IS TRAINED to do. That is when this man pinned our family pet to the ground, put his knee on his head and shot Maxx.....while my children cried and watched on helplessly in horror just 5 feet away.
There were a few dozen children in the park that day. Rows of residential homes line the streets just feet away. My children no longer feel safe in our neighborhood, walking their new puppy, or even going to the park. They are forever changed. Our family is forever scarred.
BUT....
The worst part is that this man has done this before. He admittedly has a vendetta against pitbulls. He continues to walk his dog through our neighborhood. Twice a day. Everyday. With his weapon. Our neighbors are terrified that the same fate will befall their pets. We see him walking sometimes as we drive home at night and the kids try to duck down and hide in the back seat of the car. They are repeatedly traumatized and they can't understand why he is allowed to continue on with his life, walking his dog, carrying his gun, without any consequence and they lost their best friend. But what they really lost that day was so much more.
As a parent you always look at what you "should" have done differently. What fault or errors we have made that might have caused our children harm. I have run through them all.... "I should have run faster", "I should have responded sooner", "I should have been holding that leash", " I should have cut the neighbor off", "I should have ......." but in the end, I could NEVER have guessed that a man with a gun was standing in that park just down the street. That he would pull it a few feet away from children and discharge it in the middle of the day or that they would witness a level of brutality that children, especially children in such an evolved and civilized country like America should NEVER witness.
My children still believe in justice. That the the good guys win. That bad guys will be stopped by champions and warriors. And even if this battle is not one that is easily won....I refuse to show them anything less than the fierce love and protection of a mother and her army of good guys when it's comes time to protect our families and our children.
Many people have asked for the opportunity to participate in this #justiceforMaxx. After great thought and consideration, we have reached out to an amazing animal rights attorney and are pursing every legal avenue possible. I am including the link to the GoFundme account for Maxx's legal fund. We plan to take this as far as we can possibly go to ensure that no other Pitbull owners will ever be victims of this man or any other person who has a deep but unjustified disdain for this beautiful breed.
(There are graphic pics in this post)
These are pictures of my munchkins and their best friend Maxx. When we adopted Maxx, we were told he was a "lab mix". As he got older, it became clear what Maxx was mixed with but he was such a great dog we never had a second thought about bringing him into our family. He was our dog. We were his family and we would be forever. Breed was irrelevant. His heart was good, his temperament was gentle and his soul was loyal. All we cared about was that he loved us and we loved him.
This is a picture of the what is burned into their little brains on the day they watched their dog brutally shot by a neighbor with a bad attitude towards pitbulls.
These are the kinds of pictures they draw now...pictures of their dead friend, in a pool of blood, laden with apologies about how they couldn't save him or stop that monster because they weren't "strong enough".
Our family lives in a rather affluent neighborhood is a sleepy little family town. Our neighbors include Dr's and Professors and church pastors. We live in a tightly knit community and their entire lives they have felt safe.
Until this day.
The day that we decided to take some time out of our busy lives to go to our neighborhood park just a few doors down. On the way out we ran into one of our very friendly neighbors and we struck up a conversation. The kids were eager and impatient as children often are. They asked to run ahead to the park while I finished our conversation. Without a second though I laughed at their enthusiasm and made the biggest mistake I have ever made as a mother, I said yes.
It was a clear line of sight from me to the park. We have lived in this neighborhood for years. Been to this park 1000 times. The 5 of them were together, my son, my daughter, my 4 nephews and my niece. It wasn't until I heard their laughter dissolve into terrified screams that I knew something was wrong. I broke into a dead sprint towards the park. But I literally came onto the scene a split second too late....the gun went off and all I could do was scoop up my kids and physically put myself between them and the blood bath they had just witnessed at the park. Army training is neutralize the threat but motherly instinct prevails, protect their lives with my body.
On the way to the park, the leash had become tangled under Maxx's feet with the slack. Maxx's leash detached and he happily jogged towards the park, kids in laughing pursuit. He attempted to greet the man, his teenage son and their very large and aggressive Akita.The kids were immediately with him.The Akita became aggressive, bit my man-cub and snapped at Maxx. The teenage son then tugged the Akita away from the Maxx where he came to rest on the leash a good 20 feet away from Maxx.
The man then drew his weapon began threatening the kids. The children protested that Maxx was "friendly" and would not hurt anyone. The man shouted that he "didn't care" and that unless the kids took the dog away he would shoot him. The kids tried to pull the dog away but in fear, Maxx had pulled out of the collar that the children were tugging. As this man approached Maxx, he rolled over onto his side and submitted JUST AS HE IS TRAINED to do. That is when this man pinned our family pet to the ground, put his knee on his head and shot Maxx.....while my children cried and watched on helplessly in horror just 5 feet away.
There were a few dozen children in the park that day. Rows of residential homes line the streets just feet away. My children no longer feel safe in our neighborhood, walking their new puppy, or even going to the park. They are forever changed. Our family is forever scarred.
BUT....
The worst part is that this man has done this before. He admittedly has a vendetta against pitbulls. He continues to walk his dog through our neighborhood. Twice a day. Everyday. With his weapon. Our neighbors are terrified that the same fate will befall their pets. We see him walking sometimes as we drive home at night and the kids try to duck down and hide in the back seat of the car. They are repeatedly traumatized and they can't understand why he is allowed to continue on with his life, walking his dog, carrying his gun, without any consequence and they lost their best friend. But what they really lost that day was so much more.
As a parent you always look at what you "should" have done differently. What fault or errors we have made that might have caused our children harm. I have run through them all.... "I should have run faster", "I should have responded sooner", "I should have been holding that leash", " I should have cut the neighbor off", "I should have ......." but in the end, I could NEVER have guessed that a man with a gun was standing in that park just down the street. That he would pull it a few feet away from children and discharge it in the middle of the day or that they would witness a level of brutality that children, especially children in such an evolved and civilized country like America should NEVER witness.
My children still believe in justice. That the the good guys win. That bad guys will be stopped by champions and warriors. And even if this battle is not one that is easily won....I refuse to show them anything less than the fierce love and protection of a mother and her army of good guys when it's comes time to protect our families and our children.
Many people have asked for the opportunity to participate in this #justiceforMaxx. After great thought and consideration, we have reached out to an amazing animal rights attorney and are pursing every legal avenue possible. I am including the link to the GoFundme account for Maxx's legal fund. We plan to take this as far as we can possibly go to ensure that no other Pitbull owners will ever be victims of this man or any other person who has a deep but unjustified disdain for this beautiful breed.
Organisator
Shaunna Patterson
Organisator
Waddell, AZ