We don't really celebrate Christmas at casa de Crazy - we're more of a Yule/Solstice lot. That said, we aren't above inviting friends and family to spend the day here, especially if they may not have anywhere else to go. This year, T brought the Evil Genius over (T's mother passed through the veil a few days ago and he thought maybe they'd have a nicer time NOT in an empty house full of her ghosts, and I thought that was a fine idea), and our friend Mizz M came with her dog, Milo.
Milo is a Pitbull.
He has a history.
That history involves dog fighting.
Because, Pitbull.
Milo was a bait dog, and when he was first rescued he had...issues. Mizz M has worked lovingly, diligently, to help Milo recover from his rather horrid past, to shed fear, distrust, and a host of other issues.
Milo has worked lovingly, diligently, to help Mizz M with some issues of her own.
Milo has never been to Casa de Crazy. We have cats. Pitbull. Cats.
Ah, but Milo has cats...and not for breakfast! He has kitty-people who live with him and his human, and other canines, too. Our cats didn't give a fig what sort of felines associate with Milo...most of them opted to step up their anti-social game and stay burrowed under the covers of my bed all day, but Maya, the sociablest (is TOO a word, spell check, even if I only just now made it up!) of the lot, the hostess kitty, came out and made friends. She even permitted a few Milo-kisses.
The kids were both delighted by our four-legged guest - they've met his human and approve of her, but the pup stole the show.
The Pitbull.
Milo is a Pitbull.
He has a history.
That history involves dog fighting.
Because, Pitbull.
Milo was a bait dog, and when he was first rescued he had...issues. Mizz M has worked lovingly, diligently, to help Milo recover from his rather horrid past, to shed fear, distrust, and a host of other issues.
Milo has worked lovingly, diligently, to help Mizz M with some issues of her own.
Milo has never been to Casa de Crazy. We have cats. Pitbull. Cats.
Ah, but Milo has cats...and not for breakfast! He has kitty-people who live with him and his human, and other canines, too. Our cats didn't give a fig what sort of felines associate with Milo...most of them opted to step up their anti-social game and stay burrowed under the covers of my bed all day, but Maya, the sociablest (is TOO a word, spell check, even if I only just now made it up!) of the lot, the hostess kitty, came out and made friends. She even permitted a few Milo-kisses.
The kids were both delighted by our four-legged guest - they've met his human and approve of her, but the pup stole the show.
The Pitbull.
So dangerous...because he could easily snuggle you to death! So vicious, all those licks and kisses! Such a menace...with that frantically wagging tail!
I let him sit on my lap. He followed me around trying to convince me that I needed to feed him some of whatever I was having. His human gave him little tastes of this and that. I might not have given him the deviled eggs, but since SHE'S the one who has to live with the resultant...er...results...I don't mind that he snarfed up one or two that she "dropped". I even unbent from my rule...well, more like a guideline...of not feeding dogs and when he sat on command I gave him some colby-jack.
Milo is proof that no matter how ugly a being's past may be, they can be loving, trusting, forces for good. He is proof that judging a breed by the stereotypes of a few who have bee MADE what they are by others is a mistake, and unfair. He is also more typical than not of the Pitbulls I've known in my life - sweet, happy, loving, gentle, trusting, adoring of children and other critters, and willing to forgive the worst that's been thrown at him because it's in his nature to do so.
I know some humans who could take a lesson...
Some photos:
I let him sit on my lap. He followed me around trying to convince me that I needed to feed him some of whatever I was having. His human gave him little tastes of this and that. I might not have given him the deviled eggs, but since SHE'S the one who has to live with the resultant...er...results...I don't mind that he snarfed up one or two that she "dropped". I even unbent from my rule...well, more like a guideline...of not feeding dogs and when he sat on command I gave him some colby-jack.
Milo is proof that no matter how ugly a being's past may be, they can be loving, trusting, forces for good. He is proof that judging a breed by the stereotypes of a few who have bee MADE what they are by others is a mistake, and unfair. He is also more typical than not of the Pitbulls I've known in my life - sweet, happy, loving, gentle, trusting, adoring of children and other critters, and willing to forgive the worst that's been thrown at him because it's in his nature to do so.
I know some humans who could take a lesson...
Some photos:
Oh, noes, the Pibble has my Sprout !
Oh, the humanity - won't anybody help save my beautiful daughter from this marauding canine???
Seriously, she's going to lose her...umm...heart?
See how traumatized she is?
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