In before “It’s the owner, not the breed”!
I encountered a female pit bull in our local kitchen store when the owner brought her on a leash into his office through the shop. I just stood stock still with my left hand slightly held off to my side. She came up, sniffed me, determined that I was ok, and we became friends. A little petting going on. Hope I didn’t interfere with her training as a watch dog.
dang I hate those things!