Do we have a whole nation who are literally scared to death of any dog that even resembles a Pit Bull?
This is getting totally whacky.
A nation of effing p*ssies. Beam me up, Scotty.
When I was 7 or 8, I got bit in the face by a farmers dog, which left a nice gash on my forehead. My folks washed and patched the wound, and never took me to the doctor...
...until about 3 days later to get a rabies shot. And another one a week later. These were the old-fashioned rabies shots that they gave in the lower abdomen.
The dog was fine after 2 weeks, so they stopped the series of shots.
Anyway, I was not traumatized, I did not get counseling, and I continued to be friends with this dog until he died a few years later.