It all started with a dog attack on a little boy that wasn’t even done by Pitbulls – the attack dog was a Sheppard-Akita mix.
A few weeks later a security guard, and mother of two as the newspapers never forgot to point out (failing to add the word “adults” after the numerical value because I guess the image of two orphaned infants makes better copy) was killed by anything from 2 to 7 Pitbulls, depending on what newspaper you read.
Not a week later, two Pitbulls bit a man who was “pelting Iguanas” in an area that was, or was not, his own yard – again depending on what newspaper you read. The fact that “pelting Iguanas” is a method of killing a wild species and hunting season is long finished, and so he was in effect commiting a crime, is hardly mentioned. What is seen is a picture of him lying in a hospital bed, his arm bandaged as though he had just had major surgery – which he might have had as a Pitbull is a strong animal.
At least Ian Alleyne of the TV show “Crime Watch” did not get to show pictures of his dead and mutilated body on television, as was done in the case of the security guard. But then, Ian Alleyne showed pictures of the drowned, bloated and decomposing body of the 6 year old child who was murdered a few months ago, so the image of the security guard was not surprising or apparently shocking to anyone.
But the point is that within days of all these attacks, the words “savage”, “Pitbull” and “Dangerous Dogs Act” were on everybody’s lips. And Trinidad is really God’s land, the proof being that a miracle has taken place - everybody in
But I was still hanging on to my illusions about the milk of human kindness – although in retrospect I suspect they were actually delusions. Until last week when I took Aslan (I can not take Rescue anywhere as we would probably be mobbed and hung together from the nearest Samaan tree) for a walk in the savannah. There we met two ladies who we have been seeing since Aslan was a puppy – an elderly lady with her daughter who I would think is in her mid 50’s. They usually have their equally elderly female Pitbull with them, so after the usual pleasantries about how big Aslan was getting (while he showed his superior breeding by peeing on the nearest tree), I asked them for their dog. They told me that they could not bring her out until all the ruckus had died down, although they were sad because she had whined and cried when they left her that afternoon. So we started talking about all the incidents.
“And you know” said the daughter “I hear the little boy used to tease the dogs. Nobody didn’t say nothing about that!”
I asserted that it was quite likely, as I had had experience with school children teasing my dogs on their way home from school every afternoon and then running away, laughing hysterically like little maniacs, when the dogs rushed the gate.
“But is not the boy the dogs went to bite, you know,” chimed in the daughter.
“Really?” says I, thinking there might have been a third person I had not heard about.
“Nah, nah. The dog really wanted was to bite the grandmother.”
“The grandmother?” Now I was really at a loss.
“Yes, the grandmother,” said the daughter, while the mother vigorously nodded assent. “Is the grandmother push the little boy in front when she see the dog coming, and that is how he get bite!”
This was said with all the assurance of an eye witness, but I was too flabbergasted to think to ask for her sources. After all, the woman in question was the child’s grandmother for God’s sake! Even if, to tell the truth, I have seldom seen a child with a naughtier face, if the picture in the newspapers is anything to go by, I still did not think his own grandmother would be so sick of his behaviour that she would want to emulate Abraham and sacrifice him. Then I was reminded of something else that had happened to me a few weeks before.
“You know, now that you mention it, I remember once I was walking Aslan around the savannah and an older man was coming towards us with a little boy, and when he saw us he changed places with the child so that the child would be nearer to the dog and he would be furthest away…”
“Yes, yes. Is money they want!” said the mother. “Eh-heh – money!” instantly collaborated the daughter.
“You mean a grandparent would deliberately let a child be bitten……” I was too taken aback to even finish the though. No problem – my two friends eagerly relieved me of the burden. “Eh-heh – if your dog bite the child, they could get money from you, you see? Is evil people we dealing with in this country, you know! Evil!”
While I was still goggling at them, the mother put the icing on the cake by muttering darkly “And dem security guards and dem, they like to provoke dogs, you know..” But I had heard enough. Any more illusions shattered would have surely endangered my mental health beyond any hope of repair. I fled.