Brendan M. Jones 🇺🇸
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Army & IC Vet. 18 Years Counter-Terrorism. Dad, husband, Tolkien aficionado. Christ follower. Conservative. Lucy & Lex's human. Blaze TV, Outkick, and Fox News.
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When the National Police Association shares a Law Enforcement Today article advocating Lucy's release, you know the DA can't continue this miscarriage of justice much longer. Let Lucy come home. It's time. It's damn time. Music by MusicMan #SaveLucy
Brendan M. Jones 🇺🇸208,159 просмотров • 1 месяц назад
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The shelter closed an hour ago. No Lucy today. That means the county has now held her for at least a full week after I signed a deal I didn’t like, all because I convinced myself it was the fastest way to get her out. Time was on my side. The prosecution’s case was becoming increasingly unpopular. Leaders of the Virginia GOP were reaching out. The dam was about to break. A little more time, I thought, and that popular outrage would be too much for the Commonwealth to keep pushing a case it should never have taken up in the first place. But time wasn’t on Lucy’s side. She’s eleven years old. She had already been locked in that concrete kennel for seven long weeks. I had to get her out. That was the only thing that mattered. It still hasn’t happened. And tonight that leaves me sitting here, staring at the empty spot on the rug by the kitchen table where she should be curled up, wondering who the real enemy is in all this. Is it the DA? No. Not personally. She’s just doing the job they pay her to do. She didn’t ask for this mess. In fact, she wrote the judge on Monday asking her to sign the order that would let Lucy come home. Is it the neighbors? No. They’re not villains. They’re just sheep; mindless, easily spooked, moving in a mob that takes on the collective wisdom and virtue of its loudest, basest, and stupidest members. At the end of the day, they’re still sheep. So who’s the wolf? There isn’t one. It’s something far worse than a wolf. It’s a Leviathan; a cold, sprawling tangle of laws and technicalities and a government that’s far too eager to shove its nose into places it was never invited. A machine that grinds slowly, impersonally, and without mercy, even when every human being involved knows the right thing to do. That kind of enemy is the one diligent little sheepdogs like Lucy and Snuggles were never built to fight. Their loyalty, their courage, their sharp instincts - none of these things matter against paperwork and policy and the slow, soulless turning of bureaucratic gears. And that’s what is on my mind as another day turns to night and Lucy remains in her cramped, little cell. The real enemy is something that we have created by not being diligent guardians of our own government. #SaveLucy #SaveSnuggles
Brendan M. Jones 🇺🇸77,808 просмотров • 1 месяц назад
Thanks to Tomi Lahren for having me on Jesse Watters PrimeTime last night to talk about my fight to #SaveLucy. Tomi, your heart is big. It's bountiful. I saw that on full display. You gave me the honor of a lifetime. Thanks to Dolly Spice- Jones 🌱🎵 for standing with me. I love you.
Brendan M. Jones 🇺🇸108,039 просмотров • 1 месяц назад
Our fight to #SaveLucy, the dog who survived war, is getting media attention. She saved me ten years ago. Now I'm fighting to save her. Thanks to Mason Willett at WHSV Harrisonburg. Dolly Spice- Jones 🌱🎵 is radiant. Leisha, this couldn't have happened without you. Catturd ™
Brendan M. Jones 🇺🇸119,171 просмотров • 2 месяцев назад
Dolly Spice- Jones 🌱🎵 and I were honored to do a segment on Blaze TV with Sara Gonzales. Here it is. Special thanks to Sara and Chris, her producer. #SaveLucy, the dog who survived war in the Middle East and is becoming a cultural icon in America.
Brendan M. Jones 🇺🇸49,519 просмотров • 2 месяцев назад
What an honor for Dolly Spice- Jones 🌱🎵, Lucy, and me to get to go on Blaze TV again with Sara Gonzales yesterday. I think Lucy did pretty well in her television debut! The whole time, she was nervous that she'd get in trouble for being on the couch. Thank you, Sara!
Brendan M. Jones 🇺🇸22,620 просмотров • 1 месяц назад
This is Apollo. This story still stings. I returned from a tour in Iraq in early 2015. My wife was pregnant with our first son. I knew I would not be going anywhere for several months, unless there was a dire need. We decided the time was right to get a dog to add to our growing family. I don't remember how we found Apollo. We got him from the shelter, but I don't know if Dolly saw him online or if we just stumbled across him. I was struck by his amazing eyes. I'd had an Australian Shepherd before and I knew it was a breed that I loved. He hopped right in my car. Dolly even took the back seat so I could sit next to my new best friend. Together, we brought him to his new home. What a great dog he was. We immediately became tied at the hip. I took him for walks, runs, and hikes off leash. I put in the time to train him; we would walk to the bakery or the butcher shop (at the time, we lived the town life), tell him to sit outside, and he would be there on the sidewalk still sitting here when we came out. It was wonderful having such a happy and well-trained dog. Everybody loved him. They'd never seen a dog with eyes like his. I'm sure he loved all the attention too. My first concern came with my newborn son. He did not do as well with children as I would have liked. At times, he gave him a sideways glance that I didn't like. I kept an eye on him as best I could when he was around my son, but he had given me no reason not to trust him, so I didn't worry much. He was wonderful in every other way. Then, suddenly, he wasn't. We had a notary over to collect signatures from us so we could close on a refinance of our home. After sitting at our dining room table for about an hour, signing papers, the notary rose to leave. Apollo, who had been sitting at my feet, must have been startled by the sudden movement. Like a bolt of lightning, he bit. Just once, but it was a shock. The notary was a real mensch. He didn't get angry. He showed humanity. He knew that we would never have had Apollo unrestrained if we had had any idea that he would do something like that. If only everyone was so understanding as he. But fear crept into my heart that there was something about my dog that was not compatible with the family life that we had. We kept Apollo on a shorter leash after that, both figuratively and literally. The off leash hikes were a thing of the past, but we hoped this would prove to be just a one-off anomaly. It wasn't. A month and a half later, just days out from another deployment, I was sitting in my living room talking to a very good friend, a Master Gunnery Sergeant in the USMC (who, as an aside, donated $1,000 to our GiveSendGo campaign to #SaveLucy, thank you 🙏). Apollo was familiar with him already, so I was off my guard, and didn't notice Apollo giving him the stinkeye until it was too late. Apollo lunged and bit. He immediately backed off, but the horrid realization came to me at that moment that my fears were true. My options were limited on the eve of a deployment. To socialize Apollo and train this behavior out of him would take time. I didn't have time. We also didn't have family in the area and Dolly was pregnant again. I couldn't leave my pregnant wife alone for the duration of my tour with a dog who had shown a tendency to bite. I couldn't turn a blind eye to the sideways look he occasionally gave my infant son. Not anymore. I made the devastating decision to rehome him. On what I knew would be our final ride together, he hopped right into the front seat and looked at me, tongue dangling out of his mouth in a happy, sloppy pant, his nub of a tail bobbing up and down, wondering what wonderful adventure daddy was taking him on this time. I'm sure he was confident it was going to be a great time no matter what. It felt like betrayal to me. When we reached the shelter, he faithfully followed me in. We sat in a corner. He leaned against my legs and I stroked his head one final time. It felt like we sat there forever, but I didn't mind. I would have been happy for time to stop, to stay in that moment, just me and my dog, stripped of all externalities, for eternity. But time didn't stop. At length, the door opened and a lady entered. Apollo pressed in against my shins. His 40 pound weight felt heavy. Crushing. I gave him one last embrace, then closed my eyes. "That's a good boy," I whispered, though I couldn't bring myself to look. "I'll always love you." She took Apollo and led him through the door, never for me to see him again. Even today, when I close my eyes, I can still feel the weight of his warm body pressing against mine, trusting me to keep him safe. That was as hard a thing as I've ever done in my life. It was a no-kill shelter, but I played things close to the chest. I did not tell them the worst details. I only mentioned my fear of possible aggression against my child while I was deployed. I did not want to jeopardize Apollo's chance at another opportunity. For months, I kept checking the shelter's website for information about him, but I never saw an update. I do not know what became of him, sadly. I got back home and Dolly asked me where Apollo was. I don't remember if I said anything. I was numb. I hadn't told her where I was going or what I was doing. I had not wanted anything to change my mind. I knew my heart wasn't in it, but I wasn't going to be stopped. It was the right thing to do for my wife, son, and community. Her tears flowed when she realized what I had done. She also loved Apollo. I went to lay on the bed upstairs and be alone. Just weeks later, in a mudhole in the desert, I met my sweet Lucy and my heart began to heal. Saving her from that war zone helped me deal with the lingering guilt I felt about Apollo. I continue to feel the sting of that experience. I wouldn't change what I did though. I love dogs. I will always stand up for dogs when they are mistreated. I will adopt unwanted dogs when I am able. A great measure of a man is how he treats dogs. I aim to always pass that test. But I will always defend human life. Only humans are made in the image of God. I hope and pray that God has a place for dogs when this life is over, but humans He created with souls destined for glory. "You have never talked to a mere mortal," CS Lewis explained. "Nations, cultures, arts, civilizations - these are mortal, and their life is to ours as the life of a gnat. But it is immortals whom we joke with, work with, marry, snub, and exploit - immortal horrors or everlasting splendors." I completely agree. I love dogs. They have no guile in them, no duplicity. A dog will not tell you a lie. I like them better than I like people, often. But I cannot choose a dog over a life that was uniquely created to glorify the Almighty (Isaiah 43:7). I will always protect human life. That is why I served. That is why I deployed several times. To protect people, even when they didn't realize they needed protecting. I failed once. I received a report about a plot to blow up a bomb in Beirut. I got it out with all the speed and precision I could, but it got bogged down by the sideshow of the editing process for hours. I got distracted and didn't follow up on it aggressively. In the end, I'm sure the bureaucrats in their cubicles transliterated the names correctly. I'm sure they crossed every T and dotted every I. But at a price. A devastating price. I woke up the next morning to read in the news that a bomb had gone off in Beirut. It was carried out by the people my report said would carry it out. It took place in the exact locale I said it would take place. 43 people dead. Hundreds wounded. Families shattered. I didn't know these people, but my heart sank. Human life is sacred. I will always work to defend it. If I can save a few dogs along the way, great. That is also the Lord's work. But I will never keep a dog that is a danger to my neighbors. Whatever their sins, their harassment, libel, and cunning deceits, they are made in the image of God with souls destined for eternity. Lucy, my 11-year-old dog that survived ISIS, is no danger to my them. I know it in my very bones. The Mountains Have Eyes said that the DA told him I was not a responsible dog owner when he called to inquire about Lucy. This viewpoint is informed by a false impression given to her by our gossipy, well-connected neighbors, not by the facts. I want to tell her about Apollo. Dolly Spice- Jones 🌱🎵 Leisha
Brendan M. Jones 🇺🇸15,769 просмотров • 2 месяцев назад
Another reason to stay in this fight: Lex, our other military rescue pup, is sitting by the window howling. He misses his best friend and is expressing himself the only way he knows how. #SaveLucy Here they are playing in happier days. Pardon the mess in the yard. Leisha Kelly G Deb45/47 Becca RoCo🇬🇧God Save The King🇬🇧 Kristina 🇺🇸❤️🇮🇱 😇🐶🌻📣☮️
Brendan M. Jones 🇺🇸14,325 просмотров • 2 месяцев назад
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