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Post by fureverywhere on Sept 4, 2011 10:56:16 GMT -5
Oy that my son should be the English major...I came in the other day after one of those walks where as usual we cleared a few sidewalks. The mami who passed us muttering at the kids not to touch Ophie. The woman with the teacup grabbing her furball at the sight of us. I look like a typical middle aged grandma. No really visible tats, no piercings, no alternative clothes...sneakers, sweats and gap tshirt. And I see Ophie as...well Ophie, unless she sees a squirrel or stray cat...she pretty much chugs ahead looking back at me with her doggie grin. She glances at cars and people but doesn't bark. Just looks at me questioning sometimes. I was complaining to my son after this walk-"Whats wrong with these people?!!! What do they see???". He came up with- imagine if someone had a big centipede on a leash, it was friendly and clean and happy. Would you approach it? The owner tells you it's friendly and won't bite. No you wouldn't approach it because you've been conditioned that centipedes are...the way some people feel about "pit bull type dogs"
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Post by loverocksalot on Sept 4, 2011 14:20:17 GMT -5
Good Point. When I am on walks with Rocky and my Mom and her dog Aura who is quite a bit smaller than Rocky and looks like a furry Jack Russell mix, people almost always approach her and not him. I guess because of her size. Yet she is the one who is fearful and can go nutso if you approach her the wrong way. When it is just me and Rocky people usually want to say hello to him, especially kids. He does not look like what is in peoples minds as the typical APBT. I wish people with dogs would want to go the other way when they see us. Why they want to make friends while I am trying to walk is beyond me.
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Post by adoptapitbull on Sept 4, 2011 16:36:15 GMT -5
That was us today!
We took Cappy down to Harper's Ferry, WV, a historic civil war town that's filled with tourists, dogs, locals...just lots of everything in general.
He was petted by only 1 group of 3 women, and 1 woman by herself. A little boy asked me, "Is he a Pit Bull?" I said, "Yes he is!" and that was it. No petting, no loving, nothing. An old man sitting next to us on a bench kept creeping away, too, like that extra 1/2 inch of space between us was going to save him from the maneater!
It's so frustrating...
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Post by karladbmb on Sept 4, 2011 21:07:42 GMT -5
Yeah, sorry, if I saw a big centipede on a leash I'd be sh*tting my pants and running for the hills. ;D
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Post by fureverywhere on Sept 4, 2011 21:11:38 GMT -5
But then tonight was a better walk/hike, woof about six miles total-rats, I used to be able to run that no problem but things creak alittle more now sometimes-anyway we stopped at Dunkin Donuts and called to the counter and the server brought us out a cup of ice water for Pookins then I had to get taco shells from Stop and Shop. Lo and behold, nice young employee in the lot was so helpful!!!!!! I explained Ophie can't go in the store and will break her leash if I tie her, its okay she doesn't bite she's just very very strong...I ran in and out of the store and she was sitting beside him eyes glued to the front door but calm. Wouldn't even accept a tip, there ARE sane people sometimes... Bye the bye do you know how many jowly guys consider Barnes and Noble a singles bar???? Eeeeeessh
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Post by suziriot on Sept 4, 2011 21:54:20 GMT -5
That's actually a pretty clever analogy that your son came up with. That was us today! We took Cappy down to Harper's Ferry, WV, a historic civil war town that's filled with tourists, dogs, locals...just lots of everything in general. He was petted by only 1 group of 3 women, and 1 woman by herself. A little boy asked me, "Is he a Pit Bull?" I said, "Yes he is!" and that was it. No petting, no loving, nothing. An old man sitting next to us on a bench kept creeping away, too, like that extra 1/2 inch of space between us was going to save him from the maneater! It's so frustrating... Anybody who could think of Cappy as anything other than the most goofiest snuggliest sweetiepie in the entire world must have no soul.
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Post by doorman on Sept 5, 2011 9:32:05 GMT -5
The people that we got our dog Balto from wanted to go camping. They called every campground for a 100 miles and everyone one of them said you can't bring one of those vicious dogs here. Yet those are the same places that overlook other people's dogs running around lose all the time.
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Post by fureverywhere on Sept 5, 2011 16:16:40 GMT -5
In such situations you might be able to pick the closest "acceptable" breed your dog resembles and hey its a _______ mix. <gotta keep a straight face and sound way total sincere while you say it>
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Post by perfectpit on Sept 5, 2011 23:12:55 GMT -5
I went camping last week and was disappointed I didn't take Beastley. There were so many dogs there, grey hounds, Mastiffs, min pins all walking on leashes enjoying themselves with their owners. I asked the owners if any dog was allowed to come and stay. He looked at me strangely. He said the only rule we have when bringing dogs is that they are leashed and you clean up after them. We have never had an issue with APBT's that have come here to camp and we do not have breed specific rules. That made me smile, he knew what I meant. I will be visiting that campsite in the near future.
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Post by RealPitBull on Sept 6, 2011 8:21:12 GMT -5
Yeah, sorry, if I saw a big centipede on a leash I'd be sh*tting my pants and running for the hills. ;D ROFLMAO!! I actually got squimish just thinking about that. GROSS.
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