umm ok....! I have 3 dogs, all males, Spooky- 8 year old lab mix, Shadow, 6 year old Louisana catahoula leopard dog mix, and 3 yr old Bones- my loving, Pit bull!
They are all my babies but when I met Bones....I was done...
I rescued him from a man that lived next door to me when I lived with my mom/grandma. The guy kept him up on a 2nd story porch sometimes when he was "at work" so Bones decided one day he would jump off the porch, my mom saw him and brought him to our yard.. he wasn't even hurt...the guy didn't come back for a few hours so in that time I bonded with him and he played with my moms dogs Mila-shiz tzu pekingnese mix and skeeter the toy poodle. Bones was only about 6 months old and was the typical pit bull, rubbing up against me for hugs, kisses and love. I remember thinking geeez these dog is so affectionate and loving...all he wants is to cuddle and be loved...and it was true, no mouthing, no biting, just love.
He was the cutest thing... I loved him.... The funny thing is, at the time I didn't really know or think about what kind of dog he was...I was always an animal lover, in particular dogs of all kinds but I never really knew a pit bull (besides a cool pit mix my friend owned) until I met Bones. I didn't have any judgement of them and I never really knew how amazing they were or how mistreated they really were... I was a person that didn't know....until he opened my mind.
From then on I spoke with the neighbor often, i even gave him toys and treats for Bones. One day he told me he was moving, and he asked me about taking him and I couldn't just leave him. I had always told him that I would help him find a home if he ever needed so I that's what I did....brought him to my boyfriends to meet his dogs and that was history....here we are now.
Although I wasn't familiar with the breed, all I needed was to meet him to show me what the breed is, how the breed is just neglected...sorta like the owner was doing.. I remember Bones used to whine and cry when he was up on that porch...there was days i would cry with him because I felt so sad for him...he wasn't abused, but neglected and lonely probably...although the guy did walk him and socialize him etc. Since those days I never have heard him whine or cry like that ever again....when the man put the leash in my hand, Bones happily wagged his tail and jumped in my car, like I was his all along...
more about me....I am an optimist sometimes, I love traveling, i love the beach, I like scary movies, and funny movies, I am starting to enjoy cooking!