
I walked into Eli's kennel on Saturday afternoon in Eaton to see to my surprise a happy go lucky Pit Bull. He is showing signs that he is getting better and better every time I see him. His head is filling out, and his body is getting thicker. He's finally getting the love and nurturing he deserves, and is thriving. Eli rolled on to his back to show me his tummy and knock his head on the floor, (like a goof ball dog can do) and kissed me many times. It melts my heart.
Something would be wrong with me if it didn't.
I got Eli out his kennel, walking him outside to do his 'business' and when we came in, Eli had the chance to meet other families and their dogs, and he met 3 Pit Bulls within an hour, and he did wonderful! I was so happy for him, to see him want to play and to see him want to be near more people, it's amazing!
One lady was there to get her two Labrador's nails clipped, and it was her first time ever seeing a Pit Bull in person, and she didn't give the
fear reaction, she just wondered what happened to Eli when we walked by with Eli having a jacket on, and Eli limping slightly. I said, "This little boy is being nurtured back to health, he was neglected, and practically starved to death." She said to me "oh my God, how could someone do such a thing?" We started to talk about all the news about Pit Bulls and of course the infamous "Michael Vick" (my expletive will linger in silence) situation and of course we talked about the dogs he abused. She said "I don't believe he got the sentence he deserved."
I so agree.
The situation with Michael Vick, made me want to sign on to Colorado Pit Bull Rescue. Granted, I sponsored Priya (her story will be coming soon) because she too was neglected, and left. So I was a little aware of our organization. But I had no idea until the crap hit the fan, how badly Pit Bulls are treated by irresponsible owners, backyard breeders, not to mention the wonderful media which spin Pit Bull stories to a one sided argument.
I have been around dogs all of my life, I was raised with them, and I will always have one. No matter what. I've had the little whipper snappers, and the large mammoths. I have never been afraid of dogs. I don't believe I ever will be. The last dog I had lived to be 34 days shy of her 15th birthday. She was and is my forever love dog. She was a black Labrador/Siberian Husky mix, she wasn't small and she was generally everyone's best friend. But she wasn't a push over.
I know because I made her that way. I wanted her to be good with people, but if something went astray, she would know what to do. And she did. I didn't tie her up to a post in the backyard, with no socialization from the world. The only time she was left outside for long periods of time was because I was outside with her. She was part of my family, just as she was part of my life.
I gave her the world, because she deserved it.
Dogs are what you make them.
Just like my Black Labrador, Pit Bulls are what you make them. They deserve better, than an irresponsible owner, being part of a backyard breeder's "program", and being part of the media's malicious game of one sided news reporting can give.