Enjoying myself at the Pit Bull Awareness Day Parade - Photo by Kristin Adams
There are plenty of websites that advocate for pit bulls, and in a soft-spoken kind of way, my blog is one of them. Speaking of myself, most everyone knows that I’m of pit bull type. So what does that mean? Well for starters, pit bulls are NOT a breed. It’s a generic term often used to designate an appearance, not a breed. When the term “pit bull” is used, it should be understood that it encompasses American Pit Bull Terriers, American Staffordshire Terriers, Staffordshire Bull Terriers, and mixes that contain elements of these breeds. From Labs to Beagles, and hundreds of other breeds!
I’ve never really given much thought to the kind of dog that I am. To me I’m just a dog, white with grey eyes, and a lone brown spot on my tail. I’m of medium build, with perfectly straight teeth, and toenails that I wish to paint pink, and I have the personality of a clown. I was adopted at the tender age of 10 weeks, and though I don’t know who my parents are, I know the whereabouts of one of my nine siblings…my handsome brother Bruiser!
My brother Bruiser and Me!
People tend to marvel at me! They make comments about how sweet I am, and how wonderful my disposition is. They remark about my friendliness, and my socialization skills, and when asked what kind of dog I am, my mom tells them I’m a pit bull. It’s funny because everyone seems to want to argue with her that I must be something else! Many people insist that I can’t be a pit bull, and that maybe I’m an American Bulldog (like Cain and my friend Bear) or a mix of something else! Remember the description that I mentioned earlier?
So it got me to thinking. Why does anyone really care? All I know is that I was sent here for a purpose to help my mom because she was hurting. I’ve shared my love without a second thought. I’ve curled up next to her when she was sad, I’ve nudged her out of bed in the morning when it’s time to feed the horses, and I’ve shared all of the love inside of me, and helped her move forward with her life. I take her for walks, and lay next to her in bed and keep her warm. I follow her everywhere that she goes, and I help her to remember that there is so much love left to be found in this world. I know without a doubt that as long as we have each other, everything will be okay, though I’ll continue to work on training her to be a “human good citizen” or “HGC” for short!
My mom and me getting ready to raise awareness about canine cancer!
