The life of a Pit Bull is hard for some, and that is what the media aims to portray. You see beautiful Pit Bulls abused, broken and abandoned. You see them at their worst, when their own best friend…man…has pushed them to their limits.
I am here today to show you a brighter future. First, let’s rewind just a bit…
In the summer of 2004, a 6 month old Pit Bull was abandoned in the wake of a hurricane. He was left on the scorching, broken streets of South Florida to fend for himself. Eventually, he was picked up by local animal control and taken to the Humane Society when no one claimed him. They named him, “Spike.”
A young, newly married couple arrived at that same shelter in search of a companion. The wife said to her husband that she didn’t want a Pit Bull or a Rottweiler, knowing what she had seen on the news. They walked around the massive property looking at hundreds of dogs. Big dogs, small dogs, old dogs and puppies…all hoping that a loving family would spare them from their certain death. After a while, the husband had called to his wife to come see the pup he had found. The wife immediately objected as she stared down at the Pit Bull puppy sitting in the pen. Sitting so quietly and happy, wagging his tail…staring at her with those big, brown, helpless eyes. They lingered a while with the puppy, as he was beginning to steal her heart away despite of being the monster she was brainwashed to believe he was.
Another couple walked up to the pen. They were also young, wearing baggy jeans, bandanas and gold. The man said to the woman, “Oh yo…dawg….he perfect…yeah.”
At that moment, everything in the wife’s heart that told her that puppy would grow up to be a man eating monster disappeared. She ran as fast as she could to the nearest shelter attendant and told them that she was taking home the Pit Bull in pen C-4. She didn’t want that puppy to grow up as a symbol for gangs and being tough.
The paperwork was completed and Spike was sent off to the vet to get ready to go to his new home. A few days later, we brought him home and named him, “Dozer.”
This was the beginning of my life…with a Pit Bull.