Judge First: Bite Last Essay -- social issues

Judge low gear Bite LastThe soccer ball hit the grassy palm with a minor thump, while screams centered attention near the netkeepers post. The childs puny hands showing itsy-bitsy resistance to the canine incisors planted deep within his pierced left(a) encircle. The Pit pig bed only winced his eyes to squeeze the blood blind drunk arm beyond the shattering point. The Pit Bulls gaffer shaking as a crocodile with mornings breakfast, forced his meal to lifelessness on the soiled grass. The childs lame arm dropped, signaling the lost battle. Why do we have a maligned protrude of the Pit Bull? Pit Bulls strike fear in the police van of their onlookers. Their body features look similar to that of a Rottwieler, with a blocky head, second power body, and clamp-like jaws. Separated only by a leash, an unknown Pit Bull would terrify me. For example, imagine walking down the street and seeing a gentleman walking his Pit Bull. The jingle of dog tags grows louder, revealing a shadow that stir ups. Its cold stare, combined with unpredictability would bring me to swiftly move to the furthest sidewalk from them. The ability of that dog to bring my body an unexplainable mess is far from what I want to tango with. The carelessness of owners is our superior source of danger with the Pit Bull. Picture a jogger embarking on his routine exercise. The last of daylight leaves as the sun disappears over the horizon. The mans body tires as he pushes on down the nearby resemblance block. Suddenly stopping with large sweat drop...