Dog dragged behind vehicle in recovery
EPS looking for witnesses
For Immediate Release:24-Apr-2013 @ 4:00 PM
MRU #:13R075
EPS File #:
At around 12:30 p.m. on Tuesday, April 23, 2013, citizens in the area of 92 Street and 114 Avenue notified police of what was first described as a white dog being dragged by a rope or leash attached to the rear bumper of a pick-up.
Edmonton Police Service downtown officers responded to the area, but were unable to locate the dog or the vehicle. Witnesses had described the truck as a 1999 Black Dodge Ram pick-up truck and provided the license plate to police.
The officers proceeded to an emergency vet clinic to see if any dogs had been taken in, and found a brown and white female pit bull that had just been dropped off by two males. The animal had injuries consistent with road rash.
The dog is being treated for severe injuries to the pads of her feet. She is expected to survive, but has a long recovery, given the nature of her injuries.
The registered owner of the reported vehicle has since contacted police and is being interviewed.
By His grace,Edmonton Police Service downtown officers responded to the area, but were unable to locate the dog or the vehicle. Witnesses had described the truck as a 1999 Black Dodge Ram pick-up truck and provided the license plate to police.
The officers proceeded to an emergency vet clinic to see if any dogs had been taken in, and found a brown and white female pit bull that had just been dropped off by two males. The animal had injuries consistent with road rash.
The dog is being treated for severe injuries to the pads of her feet. She is expected to survive, but has a long recovery, given the nature of her injuries.
The registered owner of the reported vehicle has since contacted police and is being interviewed.
Police are actively investigating the incident and are asking anyone with information to contact the EPS at 780-423-4567 or #377 from a mobile phone. Anonymous information can also be submitted to Crime Stoppers at 1-800-222-8477 or online at www.tipsubmit.com/start.htm.
So I wrote a story of my own, from the heart of so many dogs that live horrible unfair circumstances. I just kind of wrote, from my heart, sorry about the cursing.
I must have done something really bad, my alpha is swearing
and yelling right into my ears. It hurts
so bad I just want to run away but he has his hands around my neck. I am so scared that I pee on the floor, “now
you’ve done it you stupid bitch” he yells.
He kicks me in the stomach and I yelp and run to my soft bed. He walks away for a moment and I think that
maybe he is not angry anymore. He comes
back with my leash and I instantly jump up in excitement. The pain in my stomach makes me jump back
onto my bed and whine. He then grabs my
collar and pulls me toward him so hard I think my neck is going to separate from
my spine. He is choking me as he tries
to clip my leash on, my head is pounding from lack of oxygen. Finally he clips it on and says “we’re going
to teach you once and for all you dumb bitch”.
I joyfully but painfully walk towards the front door, imagining all the
smells I will encounter on our walk. My
alpha’s friend Zach is in our front yard standing beside his car, I get excited
as we walk toward it, a car ride! I stop
to smell the corner of the grass that all of my friends have marked with their
scents and I get jolted by a hard punch in the skull. I can’t see clearly for what seems like hours,
and then all of a sudden I feel my leash tugging my neck slightly. I look up to see the bumper of a car, no person
in sight. It’s pulling me hard now so I
start to walk, looking around very confused.
Then it starts to pull me faster and I am getting scared. I decide I want to stop and it doesn’t stop
with me, it just keeps going! I get
slammed into the road on my side and scramble to my feet. Maybe I can make it stop by pulling back on
it. I plant my feet firmly into the road
and instantly my pads are worn raw. It
hurts so much I fall to my knees and feel the skin tear from my body. Why is this happening? I feel like giving up but I cannot, I try to
stand but collapse from the pain. Then
the car stops, they unclip me from my leash and bring me inside the hot smelly
vehicle. I am whimpering in the
backseat, wanting to feel old breeze and sniff fresh grass. I hate these men, I will always hate men
now. They are not trustworthy. I will always be aggressive toward anyone who
touches me, because humans are horrible animals. They stop at a building and
carry me inside, “we just found this dog on the highway, looks like someone
dragged her”, they place me on the counter and walk away. I never see my alpha again, and I never want
to.
Kaela
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