Trinity Sweeney
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Trinity Sweeney
@TrinitySweeny
Proud Canadian Conservative. Firearm rights are women’s rights! I support @CCFR_CCDAF. Say NO to the Liberal gun grab. I block all “Elons”. No DMs please!

You know who you are. On April 17, you saw me in my yard with my dog. You watched a freak mishap occur. You saw the collar slip over my dog's head. You saw me immediately react, bringing my dog under control as quickly as I could manage without her leaving my property. You heard me apologize and wish you an enjoyable rest of your walk and a great day. You saw me smile. After seeing that, you did not choose to show me understanding. You called the police. Maybe you told one of your buddies, who called the police on your behalf. Either way, you chose litigiousness over grace. For an incident that left no victims. The police took my family's dog for that. A dog we've had for ten years. A dog I bonded with in war. Now she's in a concrete cell and I face criminal charges over an incident that left no victims. I've been angry at you. But I am no more. I choose forgiveness. Not for your sake, but for mine. You are free to hate me if you want, but I will not hate you in return. I do not want to carry that weight. I'm sure that you have managed to convince yourself that you were in the right. That you were perfectly justified in calling the police on me over the freak collar mishap. That taking away a family's dog and putting a law-abiding citizen who has never wanted to be anything but a good neighbor to you through a living hell was the right thing to do. These words of mine are not going to convince you otherwise, but time may. "Every way of a man is right in his own eyes, But the Lord weighs the hearts." I pray that the Lord will find me a humble servant, doing justly, loving mercy and walking humbly with Him when he weighs my heart. I am a work in progress, but I'm trying to let the Word be my guide and His will be my own. When I say that I forgive you, I mean that sincerely. I hold you no ill will and I will not hold a grudge against you. Not for one day more. I wish you nothing but the best. I hope that God blesses you and your family. #SaveLucy @LoneStarChica @MoonAndBack69 @catturd2















There are 46 vagrant fires every single day in LA…rubbish and encampment fires that destroy property, vehicles, kill pets, spread to vegetation, and compromise infrastructure. That’s 17,000+ fires per year. Until you clear vagrants from the streets, don’t pretend you’re serious about mitigating fire threats.





These past couple years have taken far more of a mental and emotional toll on me than I have ever fully shared publicly. To be so deeply disliked for simply living my life is something I still cannot begin to understand. For two years now, I panic driving through my own neighborhood. I feel heartbreak when I pass certain people and they deliberately look the other way, even though—up until this past month—I still continued to wave and smile. I live in a constant state of fear and panic. If my dogs bark, I feel the need to immediately rush to quiet them, wondering who is waiting for another reason to drag us back into court. I no longer feel comfortable having conversations outside for fear someone is listening. It is deeply unsettling to live this way. Exhausting. Terrifying. I spent much of my early adult life pushing through incredibly difficult seasons. Along the way, I made good decisions and I made some bad ones too. I found myself in situations that nearly killed me (literally). I slept in my car. I clawed my way out of circumstances that felt impossible and fought to build a better life. Eventually, after years of surviving and searching, I fully found Jesus—and with Him, peace. By the grace of God, I survived my 20s. I got married and had babies. We endured ten deployments. I served in the USAF until our second child was a year old. I then devoted my life to teaching music and the arts while raising our children on our homestead. I went back to school for herbal medicine and built a business centered around helping others live healthier, more meaningful lives. It is my passion and my ministry to serve my family and my community. I am not perfect, and I would never pretend to be. But to paint me as malicious, hateful, neglectful , or “out of touch” is entirely contrary to the testimony of my life and the countless people who truly know me. After dozens of moves, we finally found a place where I thought we could settle down and build a meaningful life together. Instead, we face this… Our elderly dog was unjustly taken from us after a brief leash slip on our own property. The emotional toll has been immense—fear, grief, confusion, heartbreak, anger. We have always been honest about Lucy’s history. In her first ten years, while serving as our LGD, she was involved in two dog fights. Both happened within close proximity of our fields, and in both cases when Lucy realized they were not a threat, broke contact. Were mistakes made? Yes. And we took full responsibility for them. But we are talking about two incidents over the course of an entire decade with a protective working dog. These isolated moments are now being weaponized to fuel years of gossip, slander, and character defamation. No grace. No context. No acknowledgment of our accountability, or the reality of livestock guardian behavior. Complete falsehoods continue to be spread about my family—painting us as irresponsible, disorderly, trashy people. That could not be further from the truth. For years, I have prayed for the Lord to reveal where I have fallen short and how I could bring peace to this situation. However, my father told me something recently that deeply resonated: “Not every battle is a matter of right and wrong. When you are being effective for God’s kingdom, Satan will attack in any way he can”. This is spiritual warfare; an attack on a marriage growing in health and children being raised in Gods truths. Lucy’s story has brought important things to light. I believe change can and will come from this. And while I am deeply heartbroken, please understand this: I am still standing. We will keep fighting to bring Lucy home. We will fight to restore peace to our family. And if possible, we will fight for changes that help prevent another family from enduring what we have endured. I believe there is purpose in this pain, and through this incredible dog we love so much, I believe God is already bringing that purpose to light. #savelucy





These past couple years have taken far more of a mental and emotional toll on me than I have ever fully shared publicly. To be so deeply disliked for simply living my life is something I still cannot begin to understand. For two years now, I panic driving through my own neighborhood. I feel heartbreak when I pass certain people and they deliberately look the other way, even though—up until this past month—I still continued to wave and smile. I live in a constant state of fear and panic. If my dogs bark, I feel the need to immediately rush to quiet them, wondering who is waiting for another reason to drag us back into court. I no longer feel comfortable having conversations outside for fear someone is listening. It is deeply unsettling to live this way. Exhausting. Terrifying. I spent much of my early adult life pushing through incredibly difficult seasons. Along the way, I made good decisions and I made some bad ones too. I found myself in situations that nearly killed me (literally). I slept in my car. I clawed my way out of circumstances that felt impossible and fought to build a better life. Eventually, after years of surviving and searching, I fully found Jesus—and with Him, peace. By the grace of God, I survived my 20s. I got married and had babies. We endured ten deployments. I served in the USAF until our second child was a year old. I then devoted my life to teaching music and the arts while raising our children on our homestead. I went back to school for herbal medicine and built a business centered around helping others live healthier, more meaningful lives. It is my passion and my ministry to serve my family and my community. I am not perfect, and I would never pretend to be. But to paint me as malicious, hateful, neglectful , or “out of touch” is entirely contrary to the testimony of my life and the countless people who truly know me. After dozens of moves, we finally found a place where I thought we could settle down and build a meaningful life together. Instead, we face this… Our elderly dog was unjustly taken from us after a brief leash slip on our own property. The emotional toll has been immense—fear, grief, confusion, heartbreak, anger. We have always been honest about Lucy’s history. In her first ten years, while serving as our LGD, she was involved in two dog fights. Both happened within close proximity of our fields, and in both cases when Lucy realized they were not a threat, broke contact. Were mistakes made? Yes. And we took full responsibility for them. But we are talking about two incidents over the course of an entire decade with a protective working dog. These isolated moments are now being weaponized to fuel years of gossip, slander, and character defamation. No grace. No context. No acknowledgment of our accountability, or the reality of livestock guardian behavior. Complete falsehoods continue to be spread about my family—painting us as irresponsible, disorderly, trashy people. That could not be further from the truth. For years, I have prayed for the Lord to reveal where I have fallen short and how I could bring peace to this situation. However, my father told me something recently that deeply resonated: “Not every battle is a matter of right and wrong. When you are being effective for God’s kingdom, Satan will attack in any way he can”. This is spiritual warfare; an attack on a marriage growing in health and children being raised in Gods truths. Lucy’s story has brought important things to light. I believe change can and will come from this. And while I am deeply heartbroken, please understand this: I am still standing. We will keep fighting to bring Lucy home. We will fight to restore peace to our family. And if possible, we will fight for changes that help prevent another family from enduring what we have endured. I believe there is purpose in this pain, and through this incredible dog we love so much, I believe God is already bringing that purpose to light. #savelucy

🚨Veteran Brendan Jones Saved Lucy in a War Zone. Now Nasty Neighbors Want Her ☠️ Last night I stepped into a Facebook discussion involving the #SaveLucy case and saw firsthand the kind of hostility @jonesbrendanm and @Herb_Minstrel have been dealing with. People were spreading accusations and rumors that were easily disproven, while piling onto a veteran and his family over incredibly minor issues. No matter where you stand, an 11-year-old dog rescued from a war zone should not be facing death over barking from her own yard. The Shenandoah County Commonwealth’s Attorney’s Office has reportedly been averaging 300 calls in support of Lucy a day. We must keep the momentum going. We have important court dates coming up, and this is the time to keep speaking up for Lucy. 📞 Please call: Shenandoah County Commonwealth’s Attorney’s Office: (540) 459 6129 Say: “Hi, I’m calling about the dangerous dog case involving Lucy, owned by U.S. Army veteran Brendan Jones in Shenandoah County. I’m asking that Lucy be returned to her owner immediately.” Please be respectful when calling. And please continue sharing Lucy’s story. #SaveLucy @catturd2






