first let me make it clear that im a dog lover; pits included, even though im against the measures people go through to make the more vicious than they naturally already. having said that, let me give you the chronicles of the week long story "Stray fucking Pit Bull vs. Keyz"Ok lets back up to about last monday. I live down the street from a school so I hear a bunch of kids acting crazy in front of the house. I look out, and there is a pit bull leading traffic about ten cars deep down the major road that my house is on. So Im feeling for the dog, like man, its definitely gonna get hit. I think nothing of it and go on about my day.Tuesday I wake up to some ridiculous howling. I get up, wipe the drool off of my mouth and proceed down the stairs to tell my (just turned) one year old boxer to shut the fuck up. Instead i get downstairs and he's looking at me like, "Before you start yellin... it ain't even me." I look out the front window and the pit Bull is on my porch howling to fuckin rising sun. I open the door and he takes off.A few days pass, a couple dozen blunts... and the dog has faded from my mind. Friday night comes. Say ten o clock pm. I take my boxer out into my fenceless backyard and put him on a ten foot chain so he can use the bathroom. I walk in the house.... and not 15 seconds later, i hear a scuffle. Fuckin 75 pound stray pit bull laying on top of my 50 pound boxer, mauling up his arm. Reacting before thinking, i run out the back door in my socks, stepping in snow, mud, and a year and a half worth of dog shit piles; grab the pit Bull, throw him against the back fence and dig my knee into his side. i grab the behind the neck fat, pull his head up, stick my forearm under it and put him in a rear naked choke while my girlfriend dragged my now crazed and pissed off (and ridiculously muddy) dog into the house. Still in a choke, i pick the dog up off of his feet and walk to my back door. At this point, he's gasping for air and i know that in about a minute, he'll be dead. Still reacting and just worrying about my dog who is now in the house, i use my foot to pull the back door open and i launch the pit about 8 feet off the back porch.At this point, there is no growling, no attacking; just a few seconds of him trying to regain his breath and giving me this look like a disappointed doggy pout face look. then he takes off out my backyard.I call 911 who says they are on their way but never show.. My dog is limping all around with some pretty deep punctures.Next day i wake up to my dog going nuts at the back window. And wouldn't you know... he's back. Reacting again i grab a 18 inch knife and snatch the door open. he takes off.This time i call animal control who tells me to call 911. This time i called 911 and told them since they don't care that there is a loose pit running around just a few houses down from an elementary school and they don't want to come get him then im going to kill him and im just calling in to document the conversation so that i don't get animal cruelty charges. They tell me that they have only one truck and one driver for the whole city (which is like one of the largest cities in the country) and they won't search for him, id have to detain him in my yard for them to get it. I say "so what's your suggestion? should i jump on his back and ride him around the yard while tying a collar around his neck and then tie him to the fence? what the fuck?Anyway, after a fresh snow last night i noticed a nice amount of paw prints circling my yard, and I've decided that my only option left is to kill this dog. Id shoot it, but that would draw unwanted attention to my house. Id smack it over the head with a shovel, but as soon as i get to the door, he takes off. before you respond, im not a dog murderer. But the city won't help me, and for the safety of myself, my dog, my neighbors, and the local kids, this bitch gotta go... Im thinking maybe a nice tasty bowl of antifreeze will do it... but come on, give me some of your Man Vs Wild techniques to capturing or taking this bitch out of its pointless existence.