Dear Tia Torres,
Through tears of agony I wrote you a letter six months ago to which you never acknowledged. I’m sure you got it, and I’m sure you’re aware of the 192 children that have been killed by pit bulls in the US, and the 279 adults who have been killed by them… and the thousands who have been disfigured and severely injured from vicious attacks – half the time from trusted pets who had shown no signs of aggression before that. Yet rather than warning the public about the truth that pit bulls were bred for hundreds of years to fight to the death and therefore not suitable to be household pets, you are still telling lies that “it’s all how you raise them.” And now you’ve got a new program with Villalobos Rescue Center pairing “well trained” service dogs (including pit bulls!) with physically impaired children?!! Unbelievable!
Please re-read my letter. For someone who professes to caring so much I can’t believe you didn’t have the dignity to even send an “I’m sorry for your loss” message or anything. My beloved daughter and all the other victims deserve at least that much from you.
Dear Tia Torres,
On January 17th 2014 my daughter Kara was attacked and brutally mauled to death on her 4th birthday by the very dog we purchased for her at x-mas the year before.
She thought that dog hung the moon, she had tea parties with him, he would sleep at the foot of the couch when she napped, laid his head on her lap for endless petting, she would sing songs to him, demanded he be bought special toys to play with, special pooper scooper so she could clean up after him, cushions for him to lay, she helped walk him with her daddy at night, cried when he wasn’t feeling well as her little heart felt so badly for him, her face lit up from ear to ear when she’d talk about him.
We watched your show (Pit Bulls & Parolees) faithfully, had it DVR’d as a matter of fact, we hung to your every word, admired you for fighting for the respect of the breed, and educating new owners and potential adopters, we clung to your words and followed them like a bible.
You are the biggest reason why I allowed that dog into my home. I bought into your theory of poor misunderstood dog, gentle giant, loving family pet, great with children, loyal, snuggly. Our dogs were every one of those things—until the day something snapped in him and he wasn’t.
He attacked my daughter with no warning, no growl, no sneer, no previous anger, no signs whatsoever. You are wrong in what you say, you are wrong in what you preach, you are preaching untruths and many many more children will die because of you.
These dogs are unpredictable at best, ticking time bombs that do not care that you have loved them as family and had done all the right things, exercised, fed well, the right fences, vetted, loved beyond measure.