Warning: as we continue the story about Ozzy this part is brutal please do not read if you are not prepared to witness what real Canine Rage is. This is a first person account of being attacked if you are not familiar with the story please stop and read the other parts linked here.
Don’t Stop Believing-a true life story that just breaks your heart Part 1,
Don’t Stop Believing-Ozzy was now mine. part 2 
Don’t Stop Believing-Part 3 BIGSEXY Ozzy
If you continue to read this you have been warned.  We also want to point out that Robert has learned how to keep loving. If you can read all the way to the end there is a bright light of hope at the end of this tunnel.
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 If you have questions, you may feel free to contact me at This email address is being protected from spambots. You need JavaScript enabled to view it.. The lengths that Robert and his family  did to protect Ozzy from his certain fate, went far beyond what most of us would have been prepared to do. This will be very hard for most of our readers to read this.
Ozzy please stop I love you

All my posts that week were a foreshadowing of the attack, if you look back and read what I wrote.  “Halloween was upon us and I bought him a Halloween costume of Darth Vader”

 He looked adorable and was a good sport.  This is where it gets creepy. I did a Star Wars parody of like when Darth Vader told Luke to join the Dark side, except I told Ozzy about a great Jedi named Yoda Akiles who saved

Rob Vader from the dark side and Ozzy had to make a choice, join me and Yoda Akiles and restore balance to humanity, or choose the dark side.

Well believe it or not I extended my hand to Ozzy and my phone stopped recording right there.  People loved it and asked "When is the sequel?" I said "We will see what happens with Ozzy", jokingly not knowing I would face and fight Ozzy for my life a few days later.

This is extremely painful and difficult to relive..

 
It was Friday morning 5:00 am.  I had to be at work at 9 am.

I woke up early decided to do laundry, clean get it out the way. I walked and played with Ozzy. It was now 5:30 am.  While cleaning I took a garbage bag out to replace the full one.  Ozzy was on my bed as he normally would be when I clean.  Ozzy looked scared. I put the bag down walked to him pet him, told him its ok baby relax. He kissed me.  I picked up the bag popped it open, and I heard a bark. 
Ozzy wasn’t there anymore. I saw this completely different dog with black eyes, no expression, and I said “Ozzy wait!”

I knew what was about to happen, but before I could prepare myself, he jumped from the bed at my face. I put my arm up and he bit down on it and took me to the ground.  I said, "Ozzy its ok, it was accident I can still protect you.” I pried his jaws open, he got my face and his tooth went through my lower right lip.

I got him off and he got my other arm.  I knew he was gone and wasn’t coming back.  It was over.  I was able to shield myself with a pillow for a bit as he continuously attacked but he was like a ninja.  He broke through got my, upper left thigh, near my artery. I thought he got it because the blood spewed everywhere.  I still didn’t feel pain but saw the amount of blood I lost.

 I said Ozzy please stop I love you; you’re going to kill me. Don’t do this Ozzy I love you so much.  I held his head as he shook vigorously, to keep him from tearing a chunk of skin off like a shark. My fingers were chewed up.

If you have lived in an RV you know there is nowhere to hide or go. It was like being trapped in a cage fight.  I couldn’t open the door and risk people or worst children getting hurt if Ozzy got out.

 I was screaming for help and no one heard me.  Some people thought I was playing with Ozzy because they heard banging but didn’t hear my screams. After 15 minutes of getting bit and fighting him, I was able to get on top of him and use blankets to cover his face.  I couldn’t trap him. He had a hold of my arm I did everything I could think of, with no effect whatsoever.
 I got hold of a pick, I sat there for a minute holding it by his throat.  I threw it far away. I said Ozzy I’m not going to kill you, but if you’re going to kill me just do it.  I love you and don’t blame you.

I know this is not you.  If you kill me, some stranger will come and you will join me shortly and Akiles. and you will have eternity together.  I’m not sure why I was saying that.
I felt myself fading from the pain and blood loss, then thought of my nieces and what if this was them. I needed something to get angry about and bring me back.  Somehow I got some adrenaline lifted Ozzy up and wrestled him to the ground.  I was able to cover him finally and reach my phone.

It took another 15 minutes before the police came.  That took all my strength to hold him down.  He was in full rage mode.  This is where I said my goodbyes to Ozzy.  I knew I wouldn’t see him again.  Finally the police knocked.  The officer pulled his gun said jump on the bed and I’ll shoot.  I screamed don’t you dare.  They gave me the noose attached to a stick and I slipped it around his neck.  Ozzy rolled around like a Gator and tried to keep attacking me.  He was fixated only on me.

They took him away and I collapsed.  I was exhausted, bleeding and my wounds were now throbbing and burning.  I was rushed to hospital, received several stitches and was shot up with pheyntanol and morphine.  I was so upset because I been sober for some time.
 My family arrived and as soon I saw them I told them I failed Ozzy.  My sister, Cynthia hugged me said “NO you didn’t. “ I left the hospital with a cane bandaged up and looked like a monster.  When I got home Ozzy was still there in a crate cause animal control hadn’t come.  My mom and I said poor Ozzy can we give him water?  I said "Mom back away."  knowing Ozzy could burst through the crate.  I got near the crate and he growled.

Finally animal control came and made me sign papers to turn him over.  They said this is too severe and he already has a history.  They said "you know what will happen to him?" I said "yes".  I wasn’t mad at all at Ozzy, but he was dangerous.  This could not happen to anyone else, especially a child.

I posted a video of me explaining what happened.  I was crying, in tears.  I was in shock and shot up with pain meds. I don’t recall posting the videos.   I needed people’s support and needed to know if this happened to anyone else.  I needed answers.  My intentions were misunderstood. Those who have never heard or seen canine rage responded negatively. I couldn’t believe some the comments. Mind you I was in shock and high on meds. I went to a place I never thought I would go back to.

My phone rang, it was Roberta the Lady who got me ozzy .  She didn’t know what happened.  All she said is "Robert are you ok? I heard your drowning".  I told her what happened.  She helped bring me back to reality. We took down the videos. And she handled everything with Ozzy.
She told me my job with Ozzy was over I did all I could for him. “This is not your fault.”
 We tried to be with Ozzy when he was euthanized but he was property of the county and we weren’t allowed due to liability. I understood he was very aggressive while there. But he did take to a gentleman and this gentleman was with him when he went to the bridge.

Afterthoughts from Robert:
Was I the right fit for Ozzy?  I was the only fit. Who else can uproot their whole life and dedicate it to Ozzy?  Ozzy was my world, my partner in crime, my best friend (bff).  I spent every minute with him.

I spend hours on the phone with people, help them get over the grief of losing their dog, make people laugh and smile. One lady told me her mom has Alzheimers and the only thing that makes her smile are my posts and videos.  Do I have an agenda? ABSOLUTELY.  It’s to go around speaking with my dogs to people, rescuing dogs and making people smile.

 Ozzy was a time bomb and he exploded on my watch I would just like to say to Ozzy I love him, don’t blame him. We had a lifetime of fun in 6 months.  You tried so hard to conquer your demons and I’m so proud of you.  You did change the world and made people laugh with your antics and taught people to love again after losing a dog.  You taught me how to have fun and to still be a little bit of a bad boy. I know you came to me to have the best 6 months of your life, Run free with Akiles and my grandparents. I will never ever forget you. Hey Ozzy you left quite the impression on me, all pun intended.

A new begining

 Friends please don’t let this story scare you and stop you from rescuing.  It hasn’t stopped me So what happened to me?  God works in mysterious ways.  Please welcome Jubilant Josie and Dashing Dexter.

They were given to me. A wonderful lady ask be to take them. These two needed more attention than she can give. Yes, one looks like Akiles and the other has Ozzy’s face.  

Also, I’m helping LOVINGHEARTSFUND.COM.  They created it in memory of Ozzy to help raise money for rescues every month. Please check it out and donate. It’s a non-profit organization.

I will be also taking a road trip in the near future to raise money for rescues with Jubilant Josie and Dashing Dexter. The plan is stop along the way, meet some our fans, and I will be doing an interview to be packaged to networks for a movie on my life and bulldogs.  Hopefully make some money and open a rescue.

I love you all.  I never claimed to be a hero, a saint etc. I’m far from it , All this fell on my lap and I accepted the responsibility.  Being heartless, selfish and cruel is easy, try giving yourself to a cause greater than yourself, helping your fellow man, and turning the other cheek.  I’m still learning. .

 NOTE FROM BOSTON TERRIER NETWORK:

Just like the amazing Doctors and Nurses in an emergency room must not stop and grieve the loss of one patient, when there are many more desperately waiting for their care; So too is the urgency in rescue, to never forget that there are so many other dogs in need of a safe place and love. Remember the saying if you fall off a horse the best thing a rider should do is get right back up in the saddle. There is a real healing for many people in doing this. From the outside, those who have not had to deal with traumatic losses may not understand: How you could so deeply be affected by death and loss and yet reach out so soon. But many of us in rescue do this day in and day out even with all the pain and hurt. Recovering from trauma, grieving, and pain is an individual process.
The condition commonly known as rage syndrome is actually more appropriately called “idiopathic aggression.” The definition of idiopathic is: “Of, relating to, or designating a disease having no known cause.”
 To read more on this subject:
Idiopathic aggression is (thankfully) quite rare, but also quite dangerous.
Aggression-dog behavior

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Robert wants to acknowledge the love of his family, for their tremendous support of his struggles. In special tribute to the real Ozzy before his demons ripped him from Robert we want to share some special photos of happier times.