On one hand, I try to keep a balance between the upside of owning and living with a Pit Bull type dog and how sometimes there are very challenging days. I mean, there are times when I just sat and cried but didn't post about it for fear that the words freely expressed on the internet might end up as fuel for the anti-pit bull fire so I always try to balance what I write and keep it pretty positive but sometimes you just need to get it out there and have people who are able to relate without judgement.
Realizing that Ray hasn't even lived with us a full year yet made me really think about the trials and tribulations we've endured because as I've stated many, many times I never wanted a puppy, but puppy I got so now we're in it for the long haul.
We visited Ray and his litter mates several times while he was in foster and we were pretty sure he was our baby, after all he was so sweet and calm and cuddly. Until he came home and it turns out he wasn't acutally a dog but a shark wrapped in white and black fur. Ray was a little chewy, mouthy, razor toothed shark, but luckily he was fairly easy to redirect from feet and fingers to his stuffies and chew toys.
When we started leash walking, that was just another whole ordeal that I never want to relive. It's amazing that a puppy that can't jump into the backseat of a pickup can jump high enough to rip the fabric on the upper arm of my coat, but the backseat might just be another story altogether. My point is that reading about other really great dogs online like Miss M, Athena, Turk and Rufus and even the Chickerdoodles who all might have their own "issues" but are absolutely wonderful and entertaining dogs really makes me feel good in that we all read each other's blogs and gain support from our online community. No one has the perfect dog and that's ok because they're ours and we love them.
~I'm having picture uploading issues today, but hope to have it fixed soon.
