So almost a year ago my boyfriend and I adopted a pitbul. We were loosely discussing getting a dog. We knew we wanted a bigger dog, but we hadn't seriously discussed a breed or anything.
He had a friend on FB that was a pitbul foster mommy, and her agency was having a free adoption weekend. She posted pictures of an all white pit with tiny spots of tan, and a red nose. He was too damn cute, especially since he wasn't cropped up. Big floppy ears and a big long tail.
We told his friend that if no one showed interest, we were. No one wanted him, so we took a trip to her house to meet him. He was very timid, and was leery of my wheelchair. We both immediately fell in love with him. We started the adoption process. He came home with us that night.
He is covered in scars, and was left tied up in a tennis court in Philly. Most likely he was a bait dog. Because of his horrible past, he doesn't know how to play. And if you throw something to try and teach him how to fetch he flinched and hides. Instead he plays weird games, like starring down and blowing in his direction, his tail wags a million miles an hour and he smiles in between moments of barking and growling. After his playing he loves up on us. Occasionally, Kris will chase him around the yard, and he zip around and we joke that he looks like a little crack ball.
I wasn't much of a dog person, but he has turned me into a pitbul person. I am glad he has become a family member.
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