tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2342922640700958549.post437145191650813005..comments2023-05-26T05:15:22.139-05:00Comments on Dust in a Sunbeam: A Bruno by Any Other Name...Optimus Primatehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03859538843994420554noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2342922640700958549.post-38603498648066405742012-11-29T00:02:10.226-06:002012-11-29T00:02:10.226-06:00close to tears with your post, and then again with...close to tears with your post, and then again with Abbie's comment. shhhh... don't tell anyone I can be a softie.sachanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2342922640700958549.post-37527036084509799512012-09-23T12:10:29.874-05:002012-09-23T12:10:29.874-05:00Abbie, you need to read the book I'm reading r...Abbie, you need to read the book I'm reading right now. It's called <i>Wallace: The Underdog Who Conquered a Sport, Saved a Marriage, and Championed Pit Bulls--One Flying Disc at a Time</i>. Not the best-written stretch of prose I've ever consumed, but Wallace's story makes for an awesome read, nonetheless. Optimus Primatehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03859538843994420554noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2342922640700958549.post-47019181570920699932012-09-23T00:21:20.537-05:002012-09-23T00:21:20.537-05:00I was really hesitant to call Arnieman a pit at fi...I was really hesitant to call Arnieman a pit at first too. I wanted to protect him from being unfairly judged. But in the years Ive had him "Hes a pitbull!" just keeps going down smoother and smoother, for me, and for the asker. At this point its like about half of the people will say something along the lines of 'Hes so nice/sweet/pretty/etc', and the other half will tell me about a pit they rescued. The people who immediately get scared or say something mean are an extreme minority.<br /><br />Re the kids: My partner has two little girls, and Arnieman is in heaven. He has always loved kids, and I knew he wanted a kid to call his own and to snuggle with and protect, and now hes got TWO. His JOB is those two little girls now, and he LOVES IT.<br /><br />Well one day we were at a park we have been to a million times for the girls to play. Arnieman was on a leash, as always, and we were just minding our own business as a birthday party was gathered at another end of the park. This woman was ranting and raving LOUDLY (but not to my face, of course) about 'WHY WOULD YOU BRING A PIT TO A PARK THERE ARE KIDS HERE ITS GOING TO KILL A KID HOW DARE THEY THAT IS DISGUSTING etc etc'. While I was annoyed I didnt say anything and sat on a park bench and let the girls play. (crazy lady was in the minority. I heard another mom say, obviously embarrassed 'Shut up! Hes on a leash, Jesus Christ!'<br /><br />Two things happened.<br />1-- The girls ran over to me, with tears in their eyes "Why is that lady being mean to Arnie? He didnt do anything to her!" Me: "Some people think dogs who look like Arnie are mean." Six year-old "You shouldnt judge somebody by the way they look. **wraps arms around Arnie**"<br /><br />*That* is when I started tearing up.<br /><br /><br />2-- Arnies alligator smile is irresistible to kids, and while the older kids at the party were enviously eyeballing the girls playing with him (but were too scared to come over thanks to crazy lady), a baby from the birthday party toddled right over to pull Arnies tongue/ears/tail, smacking him in the face ('petting' Arnie), and trying to eat Arnies ear. After all of the ranting and raving about how a kid was going to die, this baby, totally unsupervised, comes over to play with Arnie. Not a little kid. A barely walking BABY. While its ironic how Baby and Arnie interacted considering crazy ladys tantrum, its also ironic that the baby could have wandered into the street and gotten hit by a car or fallen down a drain. *throws arms up in the air* WTF???<br /><br />Anyway, pits were bred to fight other animals. They were also bred to be nannys. You can tame the former out of em, but not the latter. :-DERVhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02070086354372691880noreply@blogger.com