My mother.
She has been telling me that I am insane since day one with all the pits I have had..and that there just has to be something different about them.
Now, Dale is a service dog and he has to be on his best behavior because of all the places I take him, but that never convinced her.
She recently came over for lunch and spent the whole time exclaming over how sweet he is and how quiet and how playful and gentle ect, ect, ect.
And get this she petted him. Repeatedly. Right on his head where those sharp teeth are kept. She kept talking to him and he WOULD NOT leave her side. He is usually always right by my side, even at home. Not that day. He was right next to Gramma's side and wouldn't leave it.
He is on his way to winning over another anti-pit bull person.
Go Smoochy! Go Smoochy! YAY pit bulls!!!
The lover boy is at it again!