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6/4/13 On Being A Pitbull

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(Me, with a Rawhide, my favorite)

Mom is very excited about teaching me sports, like catching the Frisbee and Fetch, because as I’ve mentioned, I’m a real good jumper and very fast runner.  But Laurel says we’ve got to work a few things out first.  Primarily, because I’m the breed known as a Pitbull.

See, when I get real happy and playful, I like to nibble and chew lightly (some call it, “mouthing”, lots of dogs do it, especially puppies) on the people I’m playing with.  Some of it is grooming behavior that dogs do to other dogs.  But, when you’re a Pitbull, like Laurel says, “The last thing people want when they first meet your dog is for it to put its mouth on you, especially if it’s a Pitbull.”  Sad, but true, that behavior people would consider “cute” in Chihuahuas and Poodles and Labradors and any other breed would not fly with me.  But there it is.  So, my owners have to break me of this habit.  It’s really hard, trust me; because it’s natural dog behavior.

The other thing is the jumping.  If other breeds of dogs jump up on a person, their reaction normally ranges from, “Oh, cute” to being annoyed.  Not so with my breed!  No one wants a Pitbull jumping on them.  Automatically, we’re biting someone’s face off.  Or going for the jugular.  Even if we’re just trying to give you a sloppy kiss.  So, before I can learn to play with the Frisbee, I’ve got to control my jumping, and re-learn it for sport.  My new parents are excited.  But they and Jamie and Laurel and I have a lot of work ahead.

It’s not easy being a Pitbull.  We get a lot of bad press.  I’m not going to apologize for bad dogs of any breed.  But I’m not going to apologize for bad owners, either, who mishandle dogs and make a bad dog problem worse.  That’s not what this blog is about. 

You should see the looks my owners get when they tell people they have an American Staffordshire Terrier.  When the lightbulb goes on and people think, “Pitbull”, they usually get a horrified look on their faces.  Please, I’m a lover, not a fighter.  I’m a high-energy dog who loves sports and playing and my family and Rawhides and belly rubs and licking you all over your face and hands til you tell me to stop it.  Don’t judge me til you know me.  “It’s the deed, not the breed.”  Please.

5/29/13 The Spice Cabinet

Today was cloudy and hot and I can feel the rain coming again soon.

Mom took me for a walk this morning.  She was dressed nice, so I knew something was up, that she was probably going somewhere and I was going to be locked in the crate.  But all morning, even though she had Air Conditioner on, she left the back door open for me so I could walk through the screen into the yard (which is nice and muddy) all I wanted.  I can’t see Air Conditioner.  He barks one time before he turns on, then he cools off the whole house and makes it not sticky.  So he’s OK with me.

For a little while, the sun came out, and when it did, I went out and lay in the backyard and just soaked it in.  Mom said this was “huge” for me, because I went out and stayed out by myself.  I’ve been home for 2 1/2 weeks.  Mom was super happy and says I am coming along great.  Mom says we have to work on my jumping (I jump a lot, and can clear a foot, foot and a half with my strong hind legs) and the “I-can’t-be-left-alone-out-of-the-crate” thing.

In a little while, Mom tried to get me into the crate with a big Rawhide, but I wasn’t going.  I dropped to my belly and refused to get in.  Finally, she gave up and left, telling me I’d better behave while she was gone.

Never has the turn-around spice cabinet in the kitchen looked so good.  Even though I had the Rawhide to keep me company, I still raided the spice cabinet and dragged out bags of flour, sugar, nuts, gravy mix, chili seasoning, pepper, spices, and chocolate.  Something told me not to eat the chocolate, so I didn’t.  But I sampled everything else!  I took all the black peppercorns and piled them up in the middle of the floor.  I ripped open as many bags as I could, scattering their contents.  Those grinders for steak seasoning?  Crunchy.  And salty!  I had a field day, then I went to the big living room window to watch when I heard Mom’s little car coming down the street.

Mom was very upset.  I went into my belly crawl.  Mom told Dad something about, “two steps forward, one step back”.  I thought I was going to show Mom a thing or two by not going into my crate, but Mom had a trick or two up her sleeve and I didn’t think she had it in her.  She forced me into my crate, dragged out Vacuum Cleaner, cleaned up the mess, then she set the timer and made me stay in the crate until the timer dinged.  I whined and cried but she said I had to have my punishment.  I lay in my crate and Mom sat on the couch.  Finally, she let me out.  Now I am being very quiet.  Mom is pretty quiet, too.