- 11:27 am - Sat, Jan 12, 2013
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This story had me in tears. A police officer shot (in the face) and killed a family’s dog (which happened to be a staffordshire terrier, or pit bull) in their own backyard after entering without the family’s permission. I have seen a few similar stories lately and they make me so, so sad. I hate to say it, but do you really think the police office would have shot the dog if it was a golden retriever Or a saint bernard? Or a mastiff even? I don’t think we would. If we shot someone’s lab, there would be public outcry. But for a pit bull? Nothing really.
People ask me why I like pitbulls. Many of them preconceived notions about pit bull temperament and physical capabilities —many of which are just not true (locking jaws, please don’t get me started). I would know because I grew up with a pit bull/american bulldog mix. Her name was Tammie and she was the sweetest dog. Well, that is until I met Tubbs.
Tubbs’ mom Nala belonged to a girlfriend of one of the soccer players who Ryan lived with for a few years during college. The guys decided to keep one of the litter as the house dog. They kept the fattest one, obviously, because who can resist a little fat puppy? Seriously, she was so adorable. And tubbs was a lover. She thought she was a lapdog. She loved to spoon every night and never, ever barked. She isn’t here anymore, poor thing, but during her time, she made everyone fall in love with her.
No one was afraid of her if they met her, but if I was out and said they we had a pit bull, people recoiled a little bit. It was really sad. I realize not everyone has to like every kind of dog (I actually really don’t like rottweilers and german shepherds— I’ve been bit by both) but I would like people to do some research before they classify all pitbulls as fighting, snarling attackers. Becasue that’s not fair.
Especially to Tubbs.