Good for him; no one who's owned a "Pitbull" would be surprised at this clever dog's deeds. I don't wish to restart the epic "Pitbull Wars" again here at all but...
I've owned a number of great dogs, very diverse breeds, including some mutts. I've been fortunate that all have been wonderful and each unique.
But the best one without hesitation was my Pit. He was the best guard dog; amiable and spirited in all pursuits; the most intelligent and easily trainable from only weeks old; the most devoted and attune; courageous; and he was sturdy, strong and long-lived. He was the only dog I've had that I describe as thoughtful; sometimes I could see the wheels turning, if ya know what I mean.
Plus he was a bad ass- a great athlete who could run for hours with me and swim across lakes and hike up mountains. And trees. Yeah, he'd liked to climb trees from an early age, he did, as high as he could go. And sometimes higher. I did have to rescue him once when he got into a pickle- too high and far out on a limb lingering long betwixt and between jumping and remaining frozen. We'd play fetch with tennis balls and sticks, but his favorite were large branches-- some up to 6 1/2' that weighed half as much as he. Small crowds of people would gather to take pictures of his herculean exploits along the trails, so he became something of a backwoods legend. I always got a sure sense he was especially satisfied with himself at this.
Never did he show aggression toward a person and got into a kerfuffle only once with another dog-- a poor, misguided, regretful Chow-- who challenged him.
All he ever required of me was to surrender my couch and favorite recliner when he wanted it, and to feed him well and throw him a meaty bone whenever possible...but mostly he desired affection and constant companionship.
Did I mention he never harmed a soul? Not counting the poor Chow.
Great post for a great breed!
Thank you for sharing that story.....I enjoyed it....
Am sorry your Pit is no longer with you. I can tell you miss him and loved him beyond words. Amazing how a dog can see straight into your heart.
I had a dog who chose and adopted me. He obviously had good taste. He wasn’t a Pit but had a Pit’s devotion. Cried like a baby when he passed on.