I trust pit bulls more than I trust people

I said once:

Pit bulls are no more dangerous than any other dog, any other breed, and they don’t deserve this bad reputation from the clueless and witless idiots clamoring to be the next victim who can claim these dogs are dangerous.  What a bunch of busybodies!

Having been around pit bulls for most of my life, I can assure you they are no more or less dangerous than any other breed of dog.  More importantly, I can assure you they can be the biggest babies, the most playful friends, the most loving companions, and the most gentle of animals.  It all depends on how they’re raised, how they’re treated, and what kind of life they’re being given.

All this senseless bickering about them is just that: senseless bickering.  People need to shut up already and leave the poor dogs alone.  If you don’t like them, don’t go around them.  If you have a bad experience, go after the person responsible instead of the dog.  If you think they’re dangerous, you’re a clueless git who needs to stop talking so much and start learning something.

To be quite honest, I trust pit bulls more than I trust people.

And I said it while introducing Snoopy:

Snoopy sitting in the main yard at the family farm (2008_12_06_000433)

Living at the family farm with my parents, she provides loving companionship and more entertainment than the Rockettes could ever achieve, and she does so while sharing home and hearth with several cats, another dog, rabbits, cows, pigs and chickens, plus whatever interlopers nature provides from the heart of East Texas’s Piney Woods.

In all her dealings with the lives around her, she is gentle and caring, the epitome of real strength.

Snoopy sleeping while acting as a pillow for Rascal, the blue heeler, and Teddy, the feline master of the world (2008_12_06_000442)

Even as time marches on and herds her toward the end of her days, Snoopy beguiles us with her charm, her tenderness, her devotion.

Snoopy and Teddy posing for a picture and acting as though they didn’t get caught snuggling together (2008_12_06_000443)

I took these photos earlier this month while visiting the family farm.  It was only today that I felt them appropriate to post.

Why?

This article from Sports Illustrated: What happened to Michael Vick’s dogs …

It starts like this:

The dog approaches the outstretched hand. Her name is Sweet Jasmine, and she is 35 pounds of twitchy curiosity with a coat the color of fried chicken, a pink nose and brown eyes. She had spent a full 20 seconds studying this five-fingered offering before advancing. Now, as she moves forward, her tail points straight down, her butt is hunched toward the ground, her head is bowed, her ears pinned back. She stands at maybe three quarters of her height.

She gets within a foot of the hand and stops. She licks her snout, a sign of nervousness, and looks up at the stranger, seeking assurance. She looks back to the hand, licks her snout again and begins to extend her neck. Her nose is six inches away from the hand, one inch, half an inch. She sniffs once. She sniffs again. At this point almost any other dog in the world would offer up a gentle lick, a sweet hello, an invitation to be scratched or petted. She’s come so far. She’s so close.

But Jasmine pulls away.

And it goes on with the lamentable tale of brutality and torture Michael Vick and his ilk visited upon these pit bulls, and it stirs that together with a heartwarming intercession by the justice system and caring people across the country.

As I have done before, it also speaks to the true nature of these animals.

The results are profound, given what these dogs went through under Vick’s malicious fist, and it touched me deeply that so many know the animals well enough to feel them worthy of a chance at normalcy, a chance at love and warmth in a home of their own.

The article is long but well worth your time.  No matter if you love pit bulls or are one of those who has never been around one yet declares them dangerous to the world at large, I implore you to take the time to read what happened to Michael Vick’s dogs.  It will touch all but the coldest of hearts…  And it might just change a mind or two.

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Photos:

[1] Snoopy sitting in the main yard at the family farm.  She adores sunshine and can spend hours lying in the grass or the sand as she soaks up every bit of a sunny day.

[2] Snoopy sleeping while acting as a pillow for Rascal, the blue heeler, and Teddy, the feline master of the world.

[3] Snoopy and Teddy posing for a picture and acting as though they didn’t get caught snuggling together.

2 thoughts on “I trust pit bulls more than I trust people”

  1. Jason,

    My daughter has "Mr. Biggins", a Boxer mix, and you can see Pit Bull in him. Wow, what a crybaby. Gentle with the cat and my dogs, always. Now, when Bam the English Bulldog joined the family, the two males needed some good training!

    For two months I lived next door to a pair of Pits that were vicious. I hated their owners…

    Have you watched Dog Town? Oh, you must. Michael Vick’s pit bulls are in rehab there. It’s heartbreaking and happy all rolled into one.

    Mary

  2. Mary, I hadn’t heard of Dog Town until you mentioned it. I’ve just looked it up and think it’s worth a watch, especially since this SI story touched me deeply. (In defense of my ignorance, I haven’t watched television in years.)

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