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Posted On: October 14th 2026, 08:40 pm
My dogs are not just dogs to me. The things I had to push and pull myself through to become what Patriot K9 and JonJon told me I needed to be or had to be to be the handler mastiffs needed was triggering and traumatizing. I HAD TO LET STRANGERS TOUCH ME! I cried on the days I couldn’t talk and crawled on the days I couldn’t walk to hold myself to the same standards I was asking my dogs to hold themselves to. And just when I had decompressed a little bit, I was thrown right back into the ring. Some of you all may believe you know what it’s like to have to fight your whole life and then there are those of us who know that you only think you know what it’s like to have to fight your whole life.
I have been stuck in the anger stage of grief since August 25, 2022 9PM (30 mins after the call) and I had been working real hard to not let that anger consume me. The flames were contained until Patriot K9 started fanning them in August of 2025 and on August 20, 2026 7AM JonJon spilled gasoline all over it. I am burning with rage. They will attempt to go through life and pretend they aren’t, don’t let them fool you it’s eating them alive. They may even try to write my name down in their stories as “the hurt person hurting people”, I truly don’t care. I wish them well on this drag I’m overly prepared to take them through hell. I want them to suffer. I want them to feel this agony in their soul. I don’t want them to ever rest easy again. I know that they will continue to train I can only hope this makes them less careless as they do. I want them to see Lyrics’ face in every dog they come in contact with in the future. I want them to be haunted by my pain and fear its wrath every time they take on a new client. My kindness has run out and my grace has been exhausted. I miss my dog, I am hurt like a mf’er, and I’m coming for their atonement one way or another. For as long as it takes because I came out the womb fighting people bigger than me and cliques much bigger than theirs.
Handlers everywhere should appreciate that about me. I don’t want this betrayal and heartbreak for any of them.
I have been stuck in the anger stage of grief since August 25, 2022 9PM (30 mins after the call) and I had been working real hard to not let that anger consume me. The flames were contained until Patriot K9 started fanning them in August of 2025 and on August 20, 2026 7AM JonJon spilled gasoline all over it. I am burning with rage. They will attempt to go through life and pretend they aren’t, don’t let them fool you it’s eating them alive. They may even try to write my name down in their stories as “the hurt person hurting people”, I truly don’t care. I wish them well on this drag I’m overly prepared to take them through hell. I want them to suffer. I want them to feel this agony in their soul. I don’t want them to ever rest easy again. I know that they will continue to train I can only hope this makes them less careless as they do. I want them to see Lyrics’ face in every dog they come in contact with in the future. I want them to be haunted by my pain and fear its wrath every time they take on a new client. My kindness has run out and my grace has been exhausted. I miss my dog, I am hurt like a mf’er, and I’m coming for their atonement one way or another. For as long as it takes because I came out the womb fighting people bigger than me and cliques much bigger than theirs.
Handlers everywhere should appreciate that about me. I don’t want this betrayal and heartbreak for any of them.
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