TomKat
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Not sure if this is where it should be posted. Not "down" with the posting ettiquete. I know some people are pretty picky. Sorry in advanced.
I grew up in the north just outside of Pittsburgh hearing the horrifying tales of these dangerous and horrible dogs that are called "pit bulls" on the news for years. I had had dogs since I was born, mostly hunting dogs, labs, retrievers, and brittany spaniels, but they were kept in the house (and some outside) and they were good natured pups that just wanted to go hunting.
It wasn't until I moved to N.C. in 2000 that I met my first "pit bull". Her name was Emily, she was an actual full blooded "American Pit Bull Terrier" from New York that was on vacation here staying with a friend of mine. I was very cautious at first still believing the news' "black" (meaning bad propaganda as opposed to "White" propoganda meaning truth propaganda) propaganda that I was fed for many years.
After about five minutes, I came to the conclusion that this was just another dog. The owner was a laid back easy going stoner type and the dog followed the owner's demeanor. I took this as a fluke because "the news couldn't get it wrong!!", even though I knew that they were always wrong on the gun issue (which has been near and dear to my heart since I was first around guns, which started at age three days).
My job here had me going to vacation houses and interacting with people from all ethnicities, pay grade, and social scales of every type and their dogs. I have found that anyone in any of these scales share one property in common, they all love their dogs!
I met almost every kind of dog there is and being a dog lover I HAD to interact with them.
After about 4 years it occurred to me that the one dog that I never had to worry about were these "pit bull" dogs. I had been bit by labs #1, shitszus #2 and retrievers#3 but never had to worry about these big headed dogs. They were the nicest and most loving dogs and they only DEMANDED one thing, love or petting.
This got me wondering so I started google'ing (no startpage back then) and I found out that there is no such thing as a "pit bull" and that it was nothing but a blanket term given to 27 to 32 different dog breeds (in my opinion, to demonize a whole spectrum of dogs that may help you if there was a lack of government). The term "American Pit Bull Terrier" or "APBT" was an actual breed of dog and as I started asking questions to all of my dog loving friends I found that this was commonly known.
Now I was puzzled. Why would a whole breed (or 27 to 32 breeds depending on where you look) be demonized so much?
Some of you reading must be laughing as much as I was when I realized that my "ignorance of the news" was the whole problem.
In 2006 or 2007 I met who I call "Big Blue". He was a full blooded Blue Nose American Pit Bull Terrier, a male, a BIG boy. His labrador "brother" had to be contained on a leash but this guy had full reign of the property. He barked at me and advanced at me when I pulled in and even though at this point I never feared APBTs since my new theory, I quickly had my doubts. He barked with authority and advanced towards me. I knew this property well having taken care of it for 6 or 7 years so far so I acted like I owned it, like I normally do yet with caution, but not showing it.
As the big HUGE headed greyish dog approached me I stuck my hand out in a nonthreatening but assured manner and he walked over and sniffed it in an almost gestured "meh" manner. He sat at my feet and enjoyed the petting I was giving and we have been the best of friends since.
Years later when I decided to get another puppy, I read an ad saying "Red Nose American Pit Bull Terrier puppies: must go" I knew that I should check it out. Little did I know that I would find my newest member of our family.
I found this little tiny runt of a dog that was whining and was the color of pumpkin pie and had some splashes of white on each paw and her belly as well as her snout and chin. As I picked her up she seemed content in my arms even though her mom was not.
The "seller" told me that the mom had "ripped out an intruders lower leg tendon" when he tried to unsuccessfully break into their house and the doubts started to swarm again. I didn't want a killer dog, I just wanted one that would be loving and would warn of any danger.
I dismissed the warning thoughts as I did with northern propaganda and paid the price asked for the little bundle of red haired joy.
As she grew up I instilled in her all of the aspects that I want in a dog as well as instilling the pack aspect that dogs have. I was pack leader and she was second with the other dog (a full blooded Brittany Spaniel aged 8 years by this time) as an equal. I never let her try out her dog dominance trait and corrected her every time she tried.
Five years later and we have a great pack going on. I am obviously number one and she claims to be number two pushing the old girl to number three of which she doesn't care.
My "pit bull" experience is one of the greatest things that I have ever tried. I highly recommend it!!
I grew up in the north just outside of Pittsburgh hearing the horrifying tales of these dangerous and horrible dogs that are called "pit bulls" on the news for years. I had had dogs since I was born, mostly hunting dogs, labs, retrievers, and brittany spaniels, but they were kept in the house (and some outside) and they were good natured pups that just wanted to go hunting.
It wasn't until I moved to N.C. in 2000 that I met my first "pit bull". Her name was Emily, she was an actual full blooded "American Pit Bull Terrier" from New York that was on vacation here staying with a friend of mine. I was very cautious at first still believing the news' "black" (meaning bad propaganda as opposed to "White" propoganda meaning truth propaganda) propaganda that I was fed for many years.
After about five minutes, I came to the conclusion that this was just another dog. The owner was a laid back easy going stoner type and the dog followed the owner's demeanor. I took this as a fluke because "the news couldn't get it wrong!!", even though I knew that they were always wrong on the gun issue (which has been near and dear to my heart since I was first around guns, which started at age three days).
My job here had me going to vacation houses and interacting with people from all ethnicities, pay grade, and social scales of every type and their dogs. I have found that anyone in any of these scales share one property in common, they all love their dogs!
I met almost every kind of dog there is and being a dog lover I HAD to interact with them.
After about 4 years it occurred to me that the one dog that I never had to worry about were these "pit bull" dogs. I had been bit by labs #1, shitszus #2 and retrievers#3 but never had to worry about these big headed dogs. They were the nicest and most loving dogs and they only DEMANDED one thing, love or petting.
This got me wondering so I started google'ing (no startpage back then) and I found out that there is no such thing as a "pit bull" and that it was nothing but a blanket term given to 27 to 32 different dog breeds (in my opinion, to demonize a whole spectrum of dogs that may help you if there was a lack of government). The term "American Pit Bull Terrier" or "APBT" was an actual breed of dog and as I started asking questions to all of my dog loving friends I found that this was commonly known.
Now I was puzzled. Why would a whole breed (or 27 to 32 breeds depending on where you look) be demonized so much?
Some of you reading must be laughing as much as I was when I realized that my "ignorance of the news" was the whole problem.
In 2006 or 2007 I met who I call "Big Blue". He was a full blooded Blue Nose American Pit Bull Terrier, a male, a BIG boy. His labrador "brother" had to be contained on a leash but this guy had full reign of the property. He barked at me and advanced at me when I pulled in and even though at this point I never feared APBTs since my new theory, I quickly had my doubts. He barked with authority and advanced towards me. I knew this property well having taken care of it for 6 or 7 years so far so I acted like I owned it, like I normally do yet with caution, but not showing it.
As the big HUGE headed greyish dog approached me I stuck my hand out in a nonthreatening but assured manner and he walked over and sniffed it in an almost gestured "meh" manner. He sat at my feet and enjoyed the petting I was giving and we have been the best of friends since.
Years later when I decided to get another puppy, I read an ad saying "Red Nose American Pit Bull Terrier puppies: must go" I knew that I should check it out. Little did I know that I would find my newest member of our family.
I found this little tiny runt of a dog that was whining and was the color of pumpkin pie and had some splashes of white on each paw and her belly as well as her snout and chin. As I picked her up she seemed content in my arms even though her mom was not.
The "seller" told me that the mom had "ripped out an intruders lower leg tendon" when he tried to unsuccessfully break into their house and the doubts started to swarm again. I didn't want a killer dog, I just wanted one that would be loving and would warn of any danger.
I dismissed the warning thoughts as I did with northern propaganda and paid the price asked for the little bundle of red haired joy.
As she grew up I instilled in her all of the aspects that I want in a dog as well as instilling the pack aspect that dogs have. I was pack leader and she was second with the other dog (a full blooded Brittany Spaniel aged 8 years by this time) as an equal. I never let her try out her dog dominance trait and corrected her every time she tried.
Five years later and we have a great pack going on. I am obviously number one and she claims to be number two pushing the old girl to number three of which she doesn't care.
My "pit bull" experience is one of the greatest things that I have ever tried. I highly recommend it!!
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