Pit Bull Blues

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TtGT2apOlKw&feature=player_embedded#! ^ | 8-21-10 | Me

[Brad’s Gramma]

Woof!

[Brad’s Gramma]

Then the “mutt” was just being a good “mommy” and LETTING the puppy act big.

Or, I need to go to bed now....?

(And yes, I did know the black-fierce-man-eating-puppy was the Pit). :)

My oldest GSD, btw...while she’s NOT the mom to any of the other dogs...is the oldest. She waits till her brood is fed before SHE eats. She pretty much lets them have their way, until SHE has had it. And then Watch Out!

[Slings and Arrows]

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jvukqeIrecw

[Slings and Arrows]

P.S.,

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lLnhy6oHQ1M

[Brad’s Gramma]

Those are PRECIOUS!!!!!! Especially the second one!

[Slings and Arrows]

“Boop! I gots yer nose!”

Nothing better than a playful kitten and a big gentle dog.

[goat granny]

Fishing is better with blood suckers and needle nose plyers to pick them out of the bucket...one sucker will last 1/2 day of catching (not fishing) :O)

[Kimberly GG]

ok, so I had to go look.....ewww on the snake.....awwwww.....love the photos of Sam asleep on thwart. He’s so cute...looks like he’d give big sloppy kisses ;)

[MAD-AS-HELL]

you should realize that my comment to Gramma was sarcasm and that it was an inside joke to her (re:Chet99)

[RegulatorCountry]

My neighbors have a beautiful, happy, wiggly, tail-wagging girl named Heidi, solid white, who looks much like this one. The dogs people associate with the breed, that make the news, have been bred for and abused by dogfighters and those who see some form of status in possessing a lethal animal. Few are actually like that.

Are they powerful, muscular dogs capable of injuring people? Yes, along with many other breeds. The desire to do so isn't present in one that isn't raised to behave that way nor deliberately bred for agressive traits.

Some of the most beloved dogs in the country, historically, have been so-called "Pit Bulls," but weren't called that at the time. Victor, the RCA mascot. Petey, the faithful dog to all those little rascals on Our Gang. The breed being regarded as some sort of monster is a recent invention.

[Vor Lady]

Pitbull ping!

[Salamander]

You’re right.

It’s mean to deny that poor puppy a toy.

Cruel brutes!

[Salamander]

Oh.

Sorry.

I’ll put the soap box away, then.

:)

[sheana]

When I was young we owned a male and a female pit bull. We bred them and sold the pups. We always cut their tails since fighting pits is so prevalent where we live.
Our female was the biggest baby ever.....and the start of my love for pits.
I owned pits for many many years and NEVER had an aggressive one. As they say, it is all in the training.

Later my husband and I switched to Boxers. Our first boxer scared everyone to death. My husband trained her.

As they say, it is all in the training.

[Salamander]

I reckon I'm touchy because *I* have had to endure 36 _years_ of hearing the same "anti" crap from people who know nothing but still insist on ramming their "knowledge" down the public's throats over *these* dogs.

Are they big?

Yeah.

Can they be dangerous?

Sure, same as _everything else on earth with teeth or horns or hooves_.

Have people abused some of them and turned them into something they really aren't?

Yeah.

Should the breed be banned?

HELL no.

Will I own at *least* one until the day I die?

Betcher ass I will.

[and I just made the horrible mistake of sticking my hand near Odin's mouth as he was eating his bloody breakfast steak and drew back a stump hand full of smoochy 'Thank you for the meat, Mom" slobber.

That'll learn me.

...:)

[JoeProBono]

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=73j-H8jgQSs&feature=fvw

[LongElegantLegs]

Thanks for the pings!

[Salamander]

Every one I’ve ever met was sweet as honey except for the poor thing some stupid cow was taking to “training classes” to socialize it at PetCo.
[she waited until it was _a year old_ to -start- ‘socializing’ it?!?]

First, she had it tightly -muzzled- and it was so terrified at being rendered helpless by having its mouth tied shut, it growled at everyone, just out of pure fear.

[and she just could *not* comprehend the connection, no matter how plainly I made it]

I sat down beside the dog on the floor, averted my gaze and within seconds, it started to sniff me and tentatively accept my hands touching him.

It even wagged its tail.
[he tried to lick my hand but couldn’t get his tongue out of his mouth because of that infernal face bondage device]

Then, some other people came up to him and she grabbed him and -shoved- him into them, insisting he “socialize” with them.

More growls.

Stupid cow.
She’s dooming that poor, beautiful dog to death by needle, some day.

Odin, at the tender age of 6 weeks, accompanied me into every store I frequented, happily observing the world from the shopping cart in which he was riding.

He willingly accepted all the “ooohs” and “aaahs” offered by passersby and the infinite pets and cuddles from kids and adults.

Soon, he got too big to ride in the cart any more and we did it all over again, with him walking alongside.

He loves everyone, especially little kids.

I look at him now and I think of that handsome little red nose pit and wonder if he’s even still alive.

It breaks my heart.

I saw a similar thing happening at PetSmart’s “training” class.

The girl in charge sold a GSD pup’s owner a “Halti” and “no pull” harness that works by inflicting pain on the dog’s armpits to “control” his pulling.

Even though I showed her the -better- way, she went off, jerking the poor pup’s head with the “Halti” [damn the cervical damage, full speed ahead!] and was still being dragged, regardless of the “no pull” harness.

Life is simple:

“Tension in the leash = tension in the dog.”

How hard is *that* to understand?

If Odin pulls the leash tight, we just STOP.
When he backs up and the leash is lax again, we continue.

It’s amazing how fast the average dog “gets” the connection.

Pull = shut down.
No pull = happy exploring.

Yesterday we were on our way to Bike Night in WV and got behind a guy hauling a kayak and an unleashed Boxer in the back of his pickup.

He was swerving and making quick turns and stops, tossing the dog around.

I took a different out-of-the-way route because I did *not* want to be anywhere near him when his dog hit the interstate like a sack of guts.

Some people shouldn’t even own a photo of a dog.

/rant

[Salamander]

My dad is snake-phobic so yeah, I understand.

Poor man...he spawned a kid who was *constantly* catching and toting home every snake she could find.

[my bad]

He nearly had a heart attack when I brought home a dead Copperhead, skinned it and boarded it and left it on the front porch to dry.
[it was big enough for a really cool belt]

*How* he mistook a flayed and stretched Copperhead _nailed to a board_ for anything “deadly” was beyond my kenning.

At any rate, he woke me up at midnight when he got home from work and made me go out and carry it deep into the woods to throw it away.

Pffft.

There *used* to be an 8 foot black rat snake living in my root cellar.
We had no mouse problem.

Then, he and the also-phobic neighbor found it sunning itself in the land and the next I knew, it was headless and lying in the stream bed beside the lane.

They were very proud of themselves.

And now I have mice.

God put snakes here for a reason.

[sheana]

Sometimes the trainers are the stupidest of all. We owned a Shar Pei (Chow cousin) that was a big old baby but you had to treat him with respect because he was shy and a little fearful of other people. Everywhere we boarded him we had problems. They didn’t understand the breed.
One guy cornered him (is a no no) trying to get him back in his run. The guy told me he was vicious. A snack of any kind and he would’ve come running.
Another place they wound up putting him on murderer’s row as soon as we left because he ran to the window watching us leave while she was trying to put him up. If she had just waited til we were out of sight he would have been fine.
We finally had to stop boarding the big old baby cause everyone was afraid of him.
You have to understand the breed of any dog before you can deal with them responsibly.

[Salamander]

You made me cry.