In Cold Blood: McGruff the Crime Dog Slain

The inner cities can rest their fears under the watchful eyes of a pioneer who took a bite out of crime for them. Although after recent, heinous crimes bellowed a thunderous roar throughout the south side of Chicago, authorities as well as citizens cannot foresee what will happen next. If McGruff, then why anyone? Many families are anxious and fearful. Sue McDermott warned, “If McGruff can be slain in broad day light on his morning walk, then how is my little Jeremy safe? Wasn’t McGruff exempt from what he’s fought so hard to rid?”
The police have a few leads but are not speaking until more information in the case is analyzed. Police chief Brain Dako displayed such determination in these trying times, “We, the CPD, along with the city of Chicago are still grieving from this loss of such an extraordinary individual. We are exhausting all measures in order to take a well directed vengeance for McGruff and his children. Rest assured Chicagoans, crime will cease. They’re crumbs from this stinging bite and we’re following it.”
The numerous neighborhood crime stopping programs instituted and organized by McGruff in the early 80s, along with concerned parents for children’s safety exploded exponentially. With the ball rolling McGruff led the fight against crime. Inner city violence had decreased every year since the rise and inception of McGruff’s teachings. Tony Robinson viscously vowed retaliation towards those at fault, “Back in ’86, McGruff swooped in like an angel from heaven and took me away. He told me how to better myself. I stopped robbing and shooting the streets up. Now, after serving my time at Jackson State Federal Prison, I’m working hard and staying out of trouble. See he may have not gotten to me in time, but he sure did get to my little nephew Derrick. Made him get A’s in school. Now he’s a mentor. I swear if I hear who done this, that’s one dead motherfucker! I fuck’s with McGruff any way, all day.”
For three days in Chicago, McGruff the Crime Dog was mourned. He was buried in a pet cemetery on Union and 103rd. After the funeral, a constant vigil was held while loyal followers hummed a sweet send off reminiscent of when John Lennon was shot down. McGruff, thirty-one, died last Wednesday stabbed thirteen times and tossed in a well. Rumors are circulating that it was premeditated. The irony is apparent and tragic. Whatever the case, McGruff was a true hero and dog of his time. He fought crime the best he knew how. Helping make change one disenfranchised youth at a time, he leaves behind a retiree wife dog as well as a crime percentage that hit an all-time low a few years back, but has climbed recently. Maybe it was McGruff’s time. All we know: Crime doesn’t pay!