Does Michael Vick have a house in Peoria?
I read a story yesterday on WEEK.com about dogs disappearing in Peoria. People are shocked to think that dog fighting may be going on in Peoria. Really? This is a surprise?
I have lived in the East Bluff for 9 years. You can’t swing a dead rat in the East Bluff without hitting a pitbull. Yes, there are loving responsible owners who take care of their dogs and don’t train them to be fighters. Then there are these people who walk their pitbull with weights attached to its collar. Anyone who thinks this is “doggy bling” needs to have their head examined. I have seen people who ride bikes in front of a pitbull to piss it off and have it drag a cement block behind it as it chases the bike. Not exactly training out of the book of Cesar Millan.
Dog fighting is a reality in Peoria. Most people want to bury their heads in the sand because it isn’t done openly or in the “good” end of town. This doesn’t make it exist any less. Once again the city needs to pull its head out of its ass and face reality before this is as out of control as the rest of the crime in Peoria.
Crime, dogs | eastbluffbarbie | 
January 24, 2008 5:34 pm
doglover332, January 25, 2008 @ 1:37 am
It would not surprise me a bit. I grew up in Peoria and later moved to Atlanta. These days I live in North Carolina. There are not all that many differences between these areas (nor Virginia for that matter).
100 years ago, my family even had rooster fights on the family farm in in Metamora. The farm is long since gone and I do not believe there are too many if any people still alive that witnessed them as they have mostly died from WWII or old age.
The point is this can happen anywhere. Peoria has brought some extra ordinary people into the modern world from Ronald Reagan to Richard Pryos. Peoria also has its share of very nasty people like Matt Hale.
So we have to work to keep our own backyards clean all the time.
nomer, February 16, 2008 @ 7:26 pm
My brother bought a house on a nice, quiet court off of North Street and later found out that the neighbors were breeders of English Terriers – what they call “pit bulls”. They probably had two dozen at a time. Their house was on the end and had a private backyard but you could see lots of caged in areas but all were covered with opaque tarp. And the thing that scared me was that you NEVER heard a single dog bark.