Hi, I go by McDolla. I am 18 years of age. I am a dog fighter. I do not fight dogs anymore, but I still am a dog fighter. It runs through my veins, I enjoy it. I only think I do though, as I was born into it. My parent have pictures of my, at 5 years old, at a rink. But the thing is, I do not want to fight dogs again, or be in any business of it. See, at 16 I was kicked out of my parents house, and now have been living in an area (prefer not to say), where I am a tattoo artist. I now own on my own, three Pit Bulls. A beautiful black girl, a handsome red boy, and a may I say, adorable white boy. I look at them, and know I don't ever want to get into fighting now that I'm on my own. They are so different from the dogs my parents have. These guys are funny and cuddly.
But I can't help but think of how I even though I truly do not want to get into this practice again, as I am a changed man past my parents rule, I sometimes still think about it. I liked the rush of it, and seeing who would win, and how the people who came to the fights, turned into family. But that's all really liked, I didn't like the bait dogs we had. We had Chihuahuas for use on the puppies, then whatever stray we could find for the adults. It never was a happy sight watching them be killed, but then as I think, I don't see how it's different from the fighters. They did the same thing, just to eachother, yet I like that.
I have been doing all I can to get these thoughts away. I have been having my own little church time at home, where I pray for him to forgive me for what I have taken part in with past dogs, and have let flowers go, with my own dogs at my side, down the river as to say sorry to all the dogs often, and donate money when I can to the efforts of dogs being brought in from dog fighting busts in my town.
One day, I hope for this to be a past sin of mine.
But I can't help but think of how I even though I truly do not want to get into this practice again, as I am a changed man past my parents rule, I sometimes still think about it. I liked the rush of it, and seeing who would win, and how the people who came to the fights, turned into family. But that's all really liked, I didn't like the bait dogs we had. We had Chihuahuas for use on the puppies, then whatever stray we could find for the adults. It never was a happy sight watching them be killed, but then as I think, I don't see how it's different from the fighters. They did the same thing, just to eachother, yet I like that.
I have been doing all I can to get these thoughts away. I have been having my own little church time at home, where I pray for him to forgive me for what I have taken part in with past dogs, and have let flowers go, with my own dogs at my side, down the river as to say sorry to all the dogs often, and donate money when I can to the efforts of dogs being brought in from dog fighting busts in my town.
One day, I hope for this to be a past sin of mine.