Thursday, September 5, 2013

This is the letter Dad wrote to me.

This is the letter Dad sent to me.
He isn't well educated, and it shows in his spelling
but no matter what I love my Dad.

Pit bulls, world's most misunderstood dog

Yup you read that right, Pit Bulls, or pits, are the most misunderstood dog. People think they are vicious but I see a side of them that is loving, loyal, forgiving, protective of it's pack, easy to get along, lazy, hyper, tough, strong, and sometimes stinky (farts) wonderful dog!

The term pit bull is a generic term used to describe dogs with similar physical characteristics. Usually a "pit bull" is considered one of several breeds including the American Pit Bull Terrier, the American Staffordshire Terrier, the Staffordshire Bull Terrier, Bull Terrier or any mix thereof. In some parts of the world, the American Bulldog and Dogo Argentino are also classified as a "Pit Bull-type" dog, despite major genetic differences. Any dog that is mixed with a "bully breed" may also be called a "pit bull" including those that are descended from the English Bulldog, French Bulldog, Boston Terrier and Cane Corso.[3] The pit bull is not a distinct breed which may make it difficult for experts to identify. Any mixed breed dog may be labelled a "pit bull" if they have the characteristic square shaped head

I am a proud momma of 2 pit bulls.

My female is named Bia, she is a rescue that I did. While living in Oakland, CA Chango and I were living in a studio apartment that was a house that was converted into apartments, there was a family that moved in who happened to have a Pit bull. She was a cute-brindle dog, very friendly to people, didn't like my dog at all, and was left to roam the streets or locked in a cage just big enough to stand and turn around. One day the father of the family was talking to a friend about her saying he didn't want her anymore and was going to put her down. Me being a dog lover, and also loving the way pits looked, talked to my sister and we came up with a plan to "steal" the dog. Finally, they allowed her to roam the streets again. I was going to put my plan into motion that night, but instead (something was just telling me to..) I asked the father if he still wanted to get rid of her because I had a place that she could go to. He told me he had to talk it out with his family, and about 15 min later they came back with the dog saying to take her. That was all I needed, the dog was mine. And so she became part of my family, and with the adoption I decided to rename her from her old name, Coco yuck what an ugly name, to Bia after Greek mythology. Bia (the greek goddess/spirit is everything Pit Bulls can be)

BIA was the spirit (daimona) of force, power, might, bodily strength and compulsion. She and her sister Nike (Victory), and brothers Kratos (Strength) and Zelos (Rivalry), were the winged enforcers of Zeus who stood in attendance about his throne.


My male is Rhyno. Actually his full name is Rhyno the Chillon. Oh my goodness, he is 70lbs of pure bone head. He is still a puppy, and I laugh as I right that because he is just one huge monster. He doesn't realize his large stature, and my foot or leg or body feels the pressure of his weight as he "tries" to be a lap dog. We traveled three hours to Carthage, MO to buy him and three hours back home. On the ride home he did nothing but cry, and cry and cry. So I decided to name him Chillon which is Spanish for crybaby. As he grew older, and he started sprouting I would watch him run from the living room into the dinning room chasing a cat or running to his food bowl. The bigger he got, the more I was thinking to myself he is looking like a Rhinoceros, it was so cute how his big blue but would look as he walked away. And so I changed his name from Chillon to Rhyno. Then I was thinking some more, he is a Rhyno but he is still a crybaby so, *sigh* he became Rhyno the Chillon. And I must say he is a CRY BABY!!! I can't go outside without him because he is crying at the door, or when I take him for a car ride and I stop at the store to get something to drink forget it, he is embarrassing!! But he is my baby, and a big brat.


These are just two stories about my pits, I have two nephews who have pits, a step sister who has one.  I would have to say people are racist against pits.  They are the most misunderstood breed out there.  If I could I would own one or two more pits, but I think I have to wait till my small dogs pass.  I know one thing though, IF I were to get another pit, I would make sure to get it already in adulthood.  My female is so opposite from my male, she is kicked back while he is hyper.  But I can say one thing.  I LOVE THIS BREED OF DOG!!!!!!!!