My ***** nephew decided a few years ago, that the best way to make money was be a no good lazy bum, and breed pitbulls. I mean he already had the lazy part perfected, but wanted to add to his resume. So, he bought a young breeding pair, and rented a little place with lots of room.
Seeing as I don't visit this malcontent very often, I was like, whatever floats your boat. But, I did tell my parents I wasn't thrilled with it because there are already too many pits in the world.
He did breed them, and sold all of the pups but one for like 250 each I think. He decided to keep one of the pups, so he then had three.
Anyway - long story short. This ameoba man genius decides to take a job in San Antonio. What does he do with the dogs? He dumps all three at my parents house. To make matters worse, my parents live next to me.
To add insult to injury, my parents already had two dogs, one a rott mix with a mental defect who I hope never gets a gun, and the other a very good natured sweet mixed hound dog thingamabob.
My parents first told me it was a very temp arrangement, and they were going to figure out what to do with the pitts. To put the final salt in the wound, that was over 2 years ago, and my parents now love the dogs. They are now pitts biggest defenders. Before they got them, they didn't like them just like me.
Well, about 4 months ago, my sweet little Molly (the hound dog) was in the backyard, and the big male pitt and her got into an argument about a bone or something. Next thing we know, in a matter of a moment, the pitt attacked, and broke her leg, and chewed her up. They had to do surgery on Molly, and she has a pin in the leg, and limps around. She used to be this joyful bundle of energy. Now she is depressed and sleeps all day. It cost well over $1000 to set the pin.
So, do you think my parents got rid of the pitts? NO, of course not. It wasn't the pitts fault. Poor Molly just has to learn that the pitts rule, and not to antagonize them. I cannot talk any sense into my parents at all on this. When I or my wife go over to the house, we make them lock the pitts up. The one time they didn't, one came running at me growling and barking and carrying on. I was very scared, and dogs never scare me. After that, I call ahead, and tell them to lock the beasts up.
How can I talk any sense into my thick headed parents before a real disaster happens???