My Life as an Abused Pitbull (On Hold)

Chapter 3

Chapter 3

            He took a leash out and tried to put it around my neck, but I lifted up my paw and slammed it down on the leash. Now the leash is in-between the ground and my paw, master was looking at me in shock and I’m glaring at him.

            He may have fed me and given me a place to stay, but like I said I have trust issues and I don’t like this guy one bit. All the other dogs were staring at me like I’d just mauled this guy. By this time master had recovered from his shock and had taken a muzzle and wrestled me into a submissive position and put the muzzle on me and forced the leash over my head.

            He then led me out of the hall and into another room. He flipped the light on and I got a good look around.

            On the left upon entering was a table, I couldn’t see what was on the table, then on the wall across from the entrance was an assortment of whips, harasses, weights, and other strange things. On the right was a treadmill. This room was so strange, I couldn’t figure out what it was for.

            He led me over to the wall across from us and took off a harness and put it around me. It wrapped around my neck, all around my belly and abdomen, and then he took six weights off the self and hangs three weights on the hooks on the harness.

            The weights are heavy, and weigh me down when I start walking, and these are the tiny ones!

            He then walks me over to the treadmill and turns it on and makes me start jogging and running on the treadmill all day. By the time he’s done with me I’m so tired I can barely walk back to my cage. But he made me run back, I was so tired I dropped into my cage, ate my steak and fell straight to sleep.

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            This went on for days, weeks, months, and even years. Always the same routine, take me to the room, make me run on the treadmill with something heavy on me and then put me back in my cage, I’d eat then go to bed.

            Finally after about 2 years of this training I was fit and stronger than all the males in this kennel. Since I’ve been here for so long I found out that I’m the only female that has ever been trained, all the other females were used for breeding stock.

            One day master came to get me; I’ve learned that nothing good comes out of retaliation, only torture; anyways he came to get me and slipped a leash over my head and took me to and room.

            The room was filled with humans, all talking very loudly and all looking at a round pen made of wood. Master led me into the wood ring; there was another pitbull across from me. Master put me in-between his legs and held me.

            I looked over at the other pitbull and asked, only for pitbull ears,

            “What are we doing?”

            “We have to fight each other, until the other is unable to fight any more.” He answered back.

            That’s what he was training me for! Well either I fight or I die. And from the looks of it he always brings his dogs back, so win or die.

            I get in fighting stance.

            They release us and I lunge for his neck.

            They want vicious, I’ll give them vicious.