Freepers hate some dogs
Pits and Rotts top the list
A lot of Freepers mean well but they well....are lacking
The Danes were patsies...Pitts and Rotts set them up.
I have this terrible headache, Wardaddy.
I suspect my brain has finally grown too large for my skull.
Think I’ll go bite somebody.
And I will admit — even as a small, undersized rott (she was fat at 80 lbs.) my Ursa was a powerhouse. That jaw... oh man... that jaw. Inch thick skull. She side swiped me once, slowly, as we both walked out of my daughter’s nursery. Literally, she just ever-so-gently brushed past me.
Still... since she was made of dark-matter and concrete, she still bent my knee inward, ever-so-slightly tearing my already damaged meniscus in my right knee.
Another time, we were playing with one of her toys and I zigged when she zagged and a fang punctured my arm. At the ER, the doc said, “Obviously it wasn’t an intentional bite, because it was just a poke with a tooth.”
He went on to say that the worst cases of dog-bite trauma came from terriers. He’d had to repair countless achilles tendons.
I realized that my girl, as little as she was, had the potential to be dangerous. That’s why we trained her with a guy who used to train Miami PD K-9s. She got her canine good citizen, and was considered for therapy training — she was that gentle and good spirited.
She was a gentle baby who kissed my nose in her dying breath. I still compare all dogs to her.
But in the wrong hands, you betcha, she could have been deadly.
Now... I have a Carolina dog (honestly, and American Dingo) who is adorable... but a stone cold jerk. An adorable, soft-jawed, lovable jerk.