I’ve owned three. They were without a doubt the most friendly, loving pets you could imagine.
But, believe me, I was ready to take them all out at the slightest hint of aggression. And, when I had kids, what kind of dog did we get? A Golden Retriever.
Better safe than sorry.
Aguy just moved in next door and he’s got two female Boxers. The one resently had a litter and she is aggressive. Now, Boxers are not Pit Bulls, but you might still appreciate this.
Our 2 YO male Golden is a clam balanced dog and the first time we let him out in the backyard, the two Boxers charged the fence barking crazy throwing spittle everywhere.
Jack just stood there, a foot or so from the chain link fence, staring at them calmly.
After about five minutes of barks and spittle, the Boxers suddenly stopped, walked a few feet and laid down in the shade of a little tree.
Three days later, and the momma boxer still barks for a few seconds when Jack first walks out, but she settles right down.
Ah, the joys of training and raising a well balanced dog who knows who he is. (But he has no clue that he’d get whupped badly if they were to get on our side of the fence. He just knows he’s the king, and he’s convinced them, so that’s where things stand at the moment.)