I couldn't imagine outlawing pit bulls, although I've dealt with some harsh moments thanks to prejudice toward the breed and laws governing how the animals are cared for once they have to be given up.
Several years ago a half-grown pit bull found his way into my backyard in Las Vegas. I was stunned, but my heart melted because here was this puppy and he was limping, underfed and gazing back into my eyes. So I took him to the vet to get looked over. We're not rich, and the bill was a lot but I paid it and took him home. This little guy (okay, he grew quickly) was a doll. His tail had been cropped, but he still had his ears and they'd flop and flop and flop. He was a beautiful brindle and while he looked spooky to folks, the moment he started running and those ears flopped around, folks relaxed. He became my boy and I was his person. The only thing that separated us was our having to move to an apartment that wouldn't allow dogs. It was agonizing to find out that if I took him to ANY shelter, non-killing or not, he'd be immediately put down. It didn't matter that he'd grown up as a family member, that he had grown up around two toddlers, that the only thing he'd ever chew on was my husband's yard irrigation system.
It's a two-way street though. There are horribly irresponsible owners who see their animals as nothing more than gaming pawns and trophies at the very least. They buy these animals and don't train them and expect miracles of them, or train them but don't follow up, or do indeed raise them to fight... and that's wrong. At the risk of stereotyping some owners, I've seen a huge macho thing going on that really bugs the heck out of me.
Anyway. Former owner of a pit bull. I actually hated and feared the breed before our puppy came along. I would like to happily note that he found a home via a friend in Houston, Texas. Hurray! He is now a registered and very loved dog.
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