I have owned quite a few breeds of dogs over the years. Not all full blooded breeds. Many of which were just mutts. One thing I have noticed that each dog I have owned has a unique personality.
Dogs definitely don’t follow the typical breed type casting that we humans have labeled them.
Since God created not only us with distinct personalities same can be said of the animals He created.
When people here the term pitbull they usually get this vision of a dog mauling someone or fighting other dogs in a pit. There are few stories in print of pitbulls harming someone but there are three times of many stories of pitbulls doing wonderful and courageous things that never get in print. Once a breed gets a bad reputation than that is all you hear about. Keep in mind there are thousands of pitbull owners who have never had one incident.
I have even noticed it in dog shows that the pitbull is rarely in the best in show finals. It seems this attitude is even carried over into the dog shows as well. I can’t speak for everyone but I can speak for the many who own this wonderful breed. You will never find a more loyal and loving breed than the pitbull.
Now my pitbull has such a unique personality that makes me laugh and at the same time gets him into trouble. He so much wants to please. If I go outside for 5 minutes he thinks I left for three weeks.
Coming home from work is always an ordeal he wants to jump in my lap or cuddle with me. Now he weighs 55lbs and in no way is he a lap dog but he doesn’t seem to want to care about that point. If you have had a bad day he is always there to give that unconditional love that dogs are so known for.
Everyone who comes to the house he thinks come here to see him. He greets them with by properly trying to kiss their face when they sit down. He is a little pushy in that regard and makes sure that everyone who comes over has to wear his scent when they leave.
He knows when I am sick or going to get sick before I even do. I ended up in the hospital twice for serious illnesses and he knew about it before hand. I reflect on him sniffing the area of a problem before it even affected me.
I will never understand his fixation with used kleenex. Once you blow your nose he has to tear it to shreds. I am not sure if its the kleenex or his love for paper. He got into my wife’s purse once and ate a $20 dollar bill. I am still waiting for the change.
He spends his day playing, sleeping, and being a brat at times but I would not trade him for any other dog in the world. What can I say he is a brat but he is my brat.