daddysprop247 -> RE: To the haters of pitbull haters -- (6/17/2010 9:09:13 AM)
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there is a very tender spot in my heart for pit bull breeds, because of the horrific and widespread abuse, misuse, neglect and over-breeding they are suffering at human hands. it's especially maddening that the laws are so lax when it comes to prosecuting the evil so-called human beings who use the animals this way. there is another reason why i love the breed however...as a child and up through my teens i had a paralyzing fear of dogs. all dogs. someone simply had to mention that there was a dog off-leash anywhere in the neighborhood, and i would go into a panic attack. kids teased me constantly because of this fear, being very cruel as kids tend to be. i remember the most vicious dog in my childhood neighborhood being a collie which could have doubled for lassie...everytime i would walk by that house on my way home from school, that regal looking dog would come rip roaring around the corner and bark and snarl as if i were meant to be dinner. more than once he was able to leap the fence bordering his property and i had to actually run for my freakin' life. then when i was about 21, we got some new neighbors. they had a pit bull mix, quite larger than the typical pit but with that characteristic head size and shape. they kept him chained outdoors 24/7/365...used him as a security system. their only interaction with the dog was giving him food and water in the evenings. otherwise they would barely even look in that direction. seeing that everyday, right next door, really got to me. i tried educating his owners about providing more adequate shelter, more food and water, giving him walks, etc. i even went so far as to use my allowance to purchase supplies for the dog...food and water bowls, a proper leash, collars galore, toys, treats, etc. they would use whatever i gave them as long as it didn't involve any efforts on their part. one time when i tried to point out that you shouldn't keep a dog in a plywood crappy doghouse with overnight temps barely above zero, and the woman laughed at me and said, "it's a DOG!" like, "it's a ROCK!" to make a long story somewhat shorter...i started taking care of the dog myself. i would sneak over in the daytimes while the owners were working, and give the dog icy cold water in a sparking clean dish, good quality food, fix up the interior of his doghouse as best i could, etc. and of course, i would talk to him. at first my fear kept me at a distance, but seeing his big beautiful sad eyes i lost that fear. i started petting him, hugging him, playing with him. and after a few more months i finally asked the owners if i could just take him. they reluctantly agreed, claiming that "he's barely any good now anyway, you've softened him up." so for the first time in my life i had a dog, and to everyone else he was about the most vicious-looking dog you could ever see. he could overpower me easily, but never did. he could rip me apart no problem, but was always amazingly gentle with me. Daddy said he flat out didn't understand it, how someone with my personality and demeanor could "tame" a dog who was so aggressive. but i always knew he wasn't really aggressive, he was just frustrated and neglected. i knew he would never hurt me, Daddy, or our cat Scooter (they drank from the same water bowl frequently). i also knew he would do anything to protect us. that's part of the beauty of the breed, their tremendous capacity for love and loyalty. sadly when we moved to this county they would not allow us to keep Red...so we gave him to a relative of mine with a huge property and other dogs. he was very happy there til he passed away last year of natural causes. but i think it's so awesome that a scary-looking pit bull taught me not to be afraid of dogs.
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