Thursday, December 6, 2007

Day 6 - Meeting the Extended Family


At this point, I am completely thrilled and impressed at how seamlessly Miso has fit into my home. I have to give Harley and Chubby credit too - they are easygoing, accepting creatures that act as if Miso has been their sister all along.

I have yet to do a single tie-down. Perhaps this is breaking the rules, but there just hasn't been need for it. I went from crating on Day 1, to nothing at all (of course they are ALL crated at feeding time, and separated when I'm gone). Miso is excellent with voice commands, so if things start getting too excited for my liking, I simply issue some verbal warnings and physically "break things up" to make sure everyone has some space to calm down (usually just involves stepping into the play circle they have going and spreading everyone out).

Of course, once we start allowing Capone, my boyfriend's male Pit, and Miso in the same room together, tie downs for both will be in order. But as for my little pack of three, you'd never know things had ever been different. Amazing! Chubby, always one to play bow, has taken to engaging Miso in play sessions during his evening "crazies" - she loves it! They run around from room to room, slipping and sliding, with Miso even doing leap frogs over Chubby.

Miso got to meet the rest of her new family today too. My mom and dad (aka Grandma and Grandpa) think she is cute as pie! Miso has a new fan with my teenaged brother too. He absolutely adores her! They are all impressed with her sweet and affectionate nature.

Day 5 (Part II) - Miss Luvlee & the LoveSac

There's been lots going on at my house besides Miso's homecoming. I just recently moved into my new place, and I have been painting and remodeling from the moment I unpacked my suitcase. This week the floors are being redone! Miso, surprisingly (or maybe I should stop being surprised at her easygoing, hit-me-with-your-best-shot, rock-solid attitude) is taking the pounding and clutter in stride. Like Chubby and Harley, she curls up (albeit in a doggie bed not quite her size) and goes to sleep.


Since I didn't have access to my bed last night, guess what? The dogs and I spent the night in the LoveSac. I have a SuperSac, which accommodates two adults comfortably, or, in a pinch, one human, a Pug, a French Bulldog, and a Pit Bull. We watched the movie Shooter and Miso really got into it! On several occasions I caught her watching the big screen - helicopters and dogs barking really get her attention. After that, we all crashed out - Miso balled up to my left, Chubby on my right with his snout pressed into my neck, and Harley on my stomach. And yes, we all snore. Heaven!

Day 5 (Part I) - Food, Glorious Food


Miso is finally getting to enjoy the great things in life - cuddles, long walks, soft beds, and great food! I've spent a lot of time researching dog diets in the past two years, and after a bout of raw and then home cooking, I've found two products I like that let me feed how I want without the work of daily preparation - The Honest Kitchen and Primal (although I microwave their raw patties as my dogs eat better when their food is cooked).

Miso's very first meal with me was a breakfast favorite: scrambled eggs, turkey sausage, and cheddar cheese! I've never seen a dog eat faster than my Pug, Harley, but wow, Miso licked her bowl clean!

Tim told me Miso has been on California Naturals kibble while she's been at the SPCA. I definitely think kibble is a smart choice for shelters (could you imagine their food budget otherwise?), but now that Miso is with me, I think she'll find the variety of beef, chicken, duck, lamb, and other protein sources a delicious alternative!


So far, she has been extremely well-behaved while waiting for her meals
(no whining or pacing - just an obedient, sitting Pit Bull), and a devoted eater once her crate door is closed! Since she's not overly fond of walking into her crate yet (although she does great once she's inside), I'm using feeding time as an opportunity to teach her the "Crate" command. Harley and Chubby know they have to walk all the way into their crates before their food bowl is set before them. Eventually, Miso will get that too.

The only caveat in switching her food like this is her getting the runs! I have been supplementing her meals with canned pureed pumpkin, which has helped in the battle against diarrhea. Especially since we're still working on potty training, it's important not to have to contend with the urgency (and frequency) of runny butt!

But other than the occasional soft stool, Miso is LOVING her new diet program and all the yummy treats and bully sticks she gets for being such a Luvlee Lady!

Day 4 - Quirky Miso!

Miso has already revealed some adorable quirks.

#1 - She likes the hammock! Can you imagine? I went outside to lay in my hammock for a moment and relax. Lo and behold, here comes Miso ready to jump, and jump she did! I was sure she would flip out from the unsteady landing and jump back off, but nope...she was so happy to join me she threw her whole wiggly body on top of mine. We sat there rocking back and forth like maniacs. She even tried to jump onto it after I had stood up! Of course, because it's so unstable, she ended up flipping completely over and landing on the ground - ouch! I tried reeeeally hard not laugh. After all, she meant to do that.

Now that I know she enjoys the hammock, we'll have to figure out a Sit-Look before she can just jump on top of me when she pleases. Nothing like a happy paw in the gut! :)

#2 - She's impatient when she's thirsty! Chubby likes to take his good ol' time at the water bowl. With his short little tongue I don't think he's able to get much liquid in a single lap, so it takes him a bit longer to satisfy his thirst than, say, Harley, who has a frog tongue.

Well, this afternoon, Miso was standing next to him waiting patiently for her turn, but after about 10 seconds she got fed up and pulled the bowl away from Chubby with her paw so she could have a drink! I've never seen a dog use her paws like hands that way before! Talk about entertaining. And when Chubby tried to wedge his head back into the bowl, she "grabbed" it again and pulled it away from him so she could finish her drink!

Day 3 - Cutting Down a Christmas Tree



Miso is already a pro at riding in the car. I have a metal divider that separates my trunk area from my backseat. If the little guys are with me, Miso rides in the trunk part, otherwise she gets the backseat. She was a little antsy at first, but now she looks contentedly out the windows or plays with a toy.

My boyfriend and I took her into the Santa Cruz Mountains to find a Christmas tree! This is a first for me and her, as I have never cut down my own tree.

It was pretty cold up there! I brought a hoodie to keep Miso warm. She LOVED sniffing the pine trees and breathing that fresh mountain air! She also had a couple admirers (and a couple people who tried to walk past as quickly as possible). One man with a small child asked to pet her - he was a Pit Bull fan and loved her pretty markings. Miso was happy to give him his Pit Bull fix, and very gently nuzzled the bundled toddler in his arms.

There was another dog at the tree farm with his family who was very interested in Miso. She would have liked to meet him too, but we kept walking. It was a good chance for us to practice "focus" - getting Miso to give me her full attention despite what other tempting sights were around. She made eye contact with me right away, and within seconds that other dog was out of sight and out of mind. Good girl! Now let's see how good she is at decorating Christmas trees...

Day 2 - Miso's First Walk

Well, her first night went smoothly. Slept in her crate without a peep! I sure do love having crate-trained dogs.

We didn't quite make it outside for pottying though! We got to the living room, and somebody had to poop (not me, I swear). I have to laugh though. With all my mental preparation, I completely forgot about Miso not being potty trained! But it makes sense - she has lived and pooped and peed in the same small area for months now, how would she know to go outdoors? I'm confident she'll get the hang of things quickly.

One of the reasons I wanted a bigger dog was so that I could have a canine companion for vigorous physical activities. I have a large doggie stroller for Chubby and Harley that I use for jogs and long walks. Eventually I'd like to work Miso into jogging alongside my bike (with the lil guys in the bike trailer, of course), hiking, and maybe even swimming in the summer if she's up for it.

Our first walk was a DREAM. All I kept thinking was, "Thank You BadRap!" She walked beautifully on her prong collar with minimal pulling. Anytime she got too far ahead I would say "Uh oh!" and stop, and she would promptly sit and turn to look at me. No joke. After several minutes of walking politely, I'd let her have some loose lead time where she could sniff the bushes, trees, etc. We went back and forth like this for almost an hour. Eventually, we got to the paved trail that runs near my house, and we tried a short jog. She did great, but I'm out of shape! I can't believe how easy she is to walk. We do a Sit-Look at every curb before crossing the street or going through the door back inside. She's such a pro!

At this point, I have had great success with short sessions (15-20 mins) of Miso loose in the kitchen with Harley and Chubby. Chubby has, in a short period of time, given up most of his amorous ways, and no longer postures around Miso as if he's prepared to mount her. Harley is wiggly and lick-y around Miso in her good-natured Pug way. We shall see! Maybe I won't have to do tie downs at all...

Day 1 - Bringing Miso Home


I brought Miso home Friday, November 30th. She had already met Harley, Chubby, and Capone on-leash at the SPCA a few days prior, so the stress of first introductions was behind me. However, I still had to make sure their interactions with one another were as pleasant as possible! I planned to utilize crating and tie-downs (keeping Miso leashed to an eye hook screwed into the baseboard) to keep interactions mellow and smooth. I had already bought Miso her collar, her ID tag, a prong with a karbiner (to attach to her flat collar in case the prong unsnaps), two crates (one for the kitchen and one for the bedroom), a couple of tie down cables, and plenty of eye hooks!

Tim advised me to take things turtle-slow. You can't move too slowly when doing dog introductions. I decided to save seeing Capone for another day. Today's priorities were about getting acclimated to her new home and her new brother and sister.

Day 1 was all about crating! Chubby and Harley rode in the car in a crate in the backseat together, and Miso sat next to them, loose, in the back seat. She wasn't used to the car, so she kept jumping between the backseat and the trunk area of my SUV. A few times, she tried to step onto the front seat armrest and join my boyfriend in shotgun, but a firm "No!" or "Uh-oh!" and we managed to push her butt back into her proper seat. I can't tell you how cute it was seeing her little face in my rearview mirror!

When we arrived home, I first put Harley and Chubby in their crates and then brought Miso out to potty and sniff the kitchen area. My kitchen is gated off from the rest of the house, and for now this was all the freedom she would get.

I must admit, there's nothing like bringing a new dog into the house to highlight the areas you need to work on with your resident dogs! Having Miso around will definitely force me to step up my game as leader and dog owner. That's something I knew going into this and I embrace it. Harley and Chubby are crate trained - they eat and often sleep the night in their crates (unless they're in bed with me), but one thing I need to work on with them is being quiet! They definitely had things to say about being confined while I let Miso sniff around. I expected a few objections, but I need to work on their "Quiet!" command for sure.

Today was the most stressful day to be sure. I wanted to make sure everyone had positive interactions with each other, and set the tone for good behavior and good vibes for the future. One bad experience could set their relationships with each other back and LONG way, so handling things right in the beginning is paramount. It's a lot of pressure for someone who's never done this before! But I want Miso and I know I can do it.

Miso spent a lot of time in her crate today. I had chew sticks and lots of treats on hand for everyone. I had them all in their crates chewing on bully sticks - a good bonding experience for them I think. I let the little guys out and fed them all treats up against Miso's crate, noses almost touching. Being next to each other is a good good thing!

When Miso was out of her crate, Harley and Chubby were in their crates (chewing on yummy things!) I tried the tie-down for a few minutes, but Miso was too eager to start a game of rowdy chase, and Chubby started posturing in a way I didn't like. So back to the crates! A couple times Chubby approached Miso's crate with some bully posturing - ears very erect, eyes wide, chest puffed up, which Miso didn't appreciate and neither did I. I issued a loud verbal correction to Chubby and enticed him to come to me, which he did. I will have to watch him carefully while he is loose and she is in her crate.

Harley doesn't seem to mind Miso's presence at all, as long as Miso isn't getting any more extra treats than Harley gets! As a bigger dog, Miso's playful interactions can also seem rude to my little Pug, so I will have to watch for that.

Monday, December 3, 2007

Picking Miso


There's a pattern with a lot of major decisions in my life. It goes something like this:

#1 - I have the right answer/choice/idea come to me almost immediately.
#2 - I am overly cautious, and spend a lot of time analyzing it and investigating other options.
# 3 - After much headache-inducing deliberation and long conversations exhausting friends and family, I finally go with my first inclination.

I picked Miso in pretty much the same way. After talking with Marthina McClay of PACK, who has spent years training and evaluating Pit Bulls, I had decided to look for a female Pit Bull, preferably around 2 years of age or older. I wanted to avoid personality and temperament changes as much as I could, and adopting an older dog is the best way to avoid surprises. I needed a dog that would get along with my little guys and hopefully my boyfriend's male, Capone, so a spayed older female was a close as I could get to a guarantee. (This holds true for every breed, not just Pit Bulls. And there are never any guarantees).

True to my generation, the internet is my preferred research tool, and I began scouring the pages of local animal shelters. I also decided to check BadRap's website, knowing I could find a reliable list of temperament-tested dogs.

At the time, BadRap had several dogs that fit the bill. But it wasn't until I scrolled down to their "Pit Bull Hall" section and saw Miso's big, goofy grin, that I thought I'd found my dog. With her cropped ears, she looked more intimidating than the other dogs, but there was no denying her friendly, wrinkly face. She also had the one thing I'd hoped I would find in my future Pit Bull - spots! The entirety of her little white body was covered with sienna-colored patches. She had a patch covering each eye that stretched behind her ears, and several large ones peppering her back. She looked like a little cow. I had to meet her.

She was located at the SPCA in Oakland. It was a bit of a drive, and I still had to check the other local shelters. I spent the next couple days going to shelters close by, but none of the dogs fit. Finally, while I was up visiting the Peninsula Humane Society, I made the jaunt across the Bay to Oakland.

I really like the Oakland SPCA. They have a large, grassy, outdoor play area where every dog gets to romp at least once a day. Their interior is decorated by Laurel Birch, an artist I enjoy very much. Pit Bull Hall is a separate room with a few kennels, and those kennels are devoted solely to BadRap's Pit Bull Ambassadogs. These dogs are handpicked by BadRap: temperament tested, thoroughly evaluated, and trained by volunteers to be ambassadors for the Pit Bull breed.

Miso's kennel was in the middle. As soon as I saw her, laying on her Kuranda bed looking cozy, I started "Ooooh"ing and "Aaaah"ing. I approached her kennel and she immediately jumped up to greet me, her whole body wiggling. She seemed thrilled to make my acquaintance, and I hers. I reached my fingers through the kennel to pet her. In response, she threw her left side against the gate, pushing as much of her fur through the holes as possible. She wanted me to pet ALL of her. From what I'd read about evaluating shelter dogs, this offering of her side to me was a good sign.

Because there were no BadRap volunteers at the SPCA at that time, and only a BadRap volunteer could bring Miso out of her kennel, I decided to take a quick look around the rest of the shelter. Miso was fabulous, but as I said, I have to investigate everything before I allow myself to be sure!

Of course, no other dog seemed as promising as her. There were a few other Pit Bulls available, but they either weren't okay with cats (I have a 5 year old Siamese) or weren't old enough for my liking. Although Miso wasn't quite 2 years old, she was (in my opinion and in Marthina's) old enough. Marthina had also told me she had met Miso at a BadRap conference, where Miso had been the demo dog for their event. "Wow!" I thought. "This dog has GOT to be something special if the rescue is using her as a face for their organization."

I went back to Miso's kennel to say goodbye. I would have to come back another time when someone was available to let her out. But wait! Nicki, a BadRap volunteer, had just arrived and was about to spend some time with the dogs! I hastily asked her if she would let me see Miso, and she agreed. I would get to meet Miso!


I could not have been more impressed. Not only was she sociable, she was collected and confident. She performed a Sit-Look - where dogs must sit and look up at their handler - before leaving her kennel and going through the doors to the outside. She didn't pull on her leash, and when Nicki asked her to Leave It, she did. Out on the grass, she did a Down and proceeded to let me rub her belly. I rarely get possessive about things, but this was definitely MY dog. Not only was she a total sweetheart, she was also very stable - a remarkable fact given that she had been in a kennel for 22 hours a day, 7 days a week for the past 4 months, and she was a cuddler! My Pit Bull absolutely had to enjoy affection....

Am I Pit Bull Material?

I would say you'd make a fine Pit Bull owner if:
~ You have the energy for a larger breed dog: bigger messes, more exercise (usually, although Pit Bulls seem to vary in energy levels - the ones I've met love couch sleeping), etc.
~ You educate yourself. Smart dogs need smart owners. You'll have a better-behaved dog if you know how to approach all kinds of situations, or are at least willing to invest the time and energy to learn appropriate training methods, etc. These dogs do best with owners that ask questions and are constantly striving to improve their level of ownership. How do I handle this? What's the best way to teach them that? You don't have to be a trainer to own a Pit Bull, or have worked with dogs all your life, but you do need to be passionate about learning and evolving if you aren't experienced.
~ You're willing to put up with a little BS. Over the two years my boyfriend has owned Capone, we've come up against all kinds of responses, remarks, and situations both good and bad. To do right by this breed and your own dog, you need to be willing to either brush it off, or calmly and politely make an effort to educate people. It's a responsibility. Owning a Pit Bull also means you're cut off from a lot in the pet industry - groomers, boarders, doggie daycares, pet boutiques, dog parks, hotels, etc. Many of these places won't allow or offer their services to Pit Bulls and some are justified in doing so. I would not put a Pit Bull in doggie daycare, for instance. The inherent dog intolerance bred into Pit Bulls makes those situations too risky for everyone. Which brings up another essential issue...
~ You're real about the dog aggression/intolerance thing. This was a BIG concern for me, and I really had to sit with my navel and think it out. Did I want to manage this type of issue for the rest of the dog's life? At first, I thought No! Too much drama! But then I had to consider a few things.

First, having a Pit Bull requires you to shatter your fantasy of the "ideal" dog. At least it did for me. To begin with, I really believed somewhere in my core that a truly "great" dog could handle all kinds of situations and not flinch. My fantasy was something along the lines of Fido walking off leash with me everywhere (or at least some places), waiting quietly for me while I went to class, etc. Very much the Boy and Lassie scenario. I think all of us have heard some sort of variation of this story at some point of someone who actually had a dog like this on a farm in Missouri growing up. If we haven't, Hollywood certainly does a dutiful job of implanting it in our brains. And yes, there are dogs, rare rare creatures that are born that way, who really do walk Charlie to school and wait by the old oak tree until 3pm.

But reality is, most dogs are like most humans. You put any human in a stressful enough or tempting enough environment and he or she will make the wrong choice. It doesn't have to be a catastrophic choice, but it isn't the "ideal" choice. And dogs are the same way. The difference between a well-behaved dog and an ill-behaved dog is, to a certain extent, based upon the environment the owner creates for it. Day in and day out, having a good dog is 99% about never giving it an opportunity to misbehave. The rest can be attributed to the dog himself. And please understand I am NOT diminishing the importance of sound temperament - if that 1% is off, the other 99% is not going to fix it. I would never advocate that environment can make up for unsound temperament. My point is that owners of truly great dogs are not gifted with dogs that are inherently perfect, dogs that the rest of us could only hope to find. Truly great (temperamentally sound) dogs are made, not born.

It was really hard for me to truly grasp that in all its depth. Great owners give their dogs every chance to do the right thing and very few chances to do the wrong thing. No wonder they have so much success! It wasn't about the dog at all! Housetraining is a great example of this. Most trainers will tell you the key to successful potty training is never giving the dog a chance to go anywhere other than where you want him to go. If that means crating, tethering, outings every hour, then so be it. It's conditioning. And the same is true for all kinds of behaviors - chewing, barking, jumping, etc.

Of course, dogs are going to misbehave - it's virtually impossible to create an environment where your dog never, ever does something unpleasant. But that concept is the cornerstone of great dog ownership, particularly Pit Bull ownership.

Needless to say, once I really "got" this concept, it almost felt like cheating. My bubble was burst. You mean there are no inherently great dogs that just naturally do (most) everything right? I had been robbed of my hope of ever finding my very own Lassie! I'd heard the term "There are no great dogs, only great owners" but to me it just seemed like a tagline that the dog owning community passed around to pump each other up.

So how exactly does this relate to owning a Pit Bull? Well, if the idea of managing a dog with inherent dog aggression/intolerance sounds like too much work, consider how it's different from a wide variety of other behaviors that we humans find unpleasant. Dogs naturally want to bark, chew, dig, potty where they want, etc. It takes a lifetime of micromanaging to address these inherent tendencies. Sure, over time you can condition them to choose other options or avoid certain behaviors, but you won't be able to wean the dog-ness out of them. Eventually you buy a baby gate, or chew toys, or you start feeding them separately, or you know to stay home if there's going to be a thunderstorm, or or or. There are an infinite number of ways in which we alter our lives to accommodate the needs of our dogs.

With Pit Bulls, this means no dog parks or off-leash walks. If you have other dogs or pets it means crating or separating them when you're not home or able to watch them. It means watching your dog's body language in the presence of other dogs. It means not leaving valuable items and chew toys on the floor where the dogs could fight over it.

As I started going through this list in my head, it started to sound like a lot of Don'ts, and I'm generally not a person who likes a lot of Don'ts. You probably aren't either. But I also started to think about how that list would be different if I got that Border Collie I'd wanted. Hmmm...well I might be able to get away with not separating them when I left, but to be honest, a dog of any size much bigger than my Pug could harm her. For that same reason, it wouldn't be wise to leave precious chew sticks out on the floor anyway. Based on where I live, a place where there are lots of cars and squirrels and unpredictable objects, off-leash walking wouldn't really be something I'd be comfortable with anyhow. (Besides, Border Collies are notorious for trying to herd vehicles and dying for it). The only thing I had to let go of was the dog park.

Dog parks are great and dog parks are horrible. They're great because they provide people with small yards (such as myself) to exercise their dogs in fenced areas. They also can be useful socialization tools, sometimes. But they suck too. I've seen a lot of dogs fight at dog parks. I've seen a lot of really stupid people be inconsiderate of other owners and their dogs by letting the dogs "work it out." I've seen dogs get sick from all kinds of things they picked up at the dog park. I've seen puppies and timid dogs get rolled and picked on and attacked by other dogs. It can be a nasty place. For me, it was something I could forgo. I have access to a large yard where I can live out my dog-playing-fetch fantasies without fear of what another dog might start. (Regardless of who starts things, the Pit Bull will be the one on the front page of the newspaper!).

But back to the issue at hand. It's important for me to assert that while you can influence your dog away from lots of naturally ingrained behaviors, you should NOT approach Pit Bull ownership with the intention that you are going to condition the dog intolerance/aggression out of your dog. It would be irresponsible of me to say so. There are lots and lots of Pit Bulls living in multi-dog households who have never tried to go after the cat and have never taken a chunk out of the other dogs. (This was one truth that I kept in the front of my mind when I was reading the very serious Pit Bull literature about dog aggression and multi-dog homes and I was starting to get freaked out. I know several people who have multiple Pit Bulls, not just multiple dogs with a Pit Bull, and everyone is doing just fine). But again, these households are managed with the Pit Bull's inherent dog intolerance/aggression in mind. The dogs in these households are all indoor dogs, and they're all crate-/house-/leash-/obedience-trained, too.

So all of this reading and talking to Pit Bull owners and trainers really forced me throw out my original "ideal" dog fantasy and replace it with a new one. If I wanted a great dog, I was going to have to be the one to create it. And "great" did not mean "absolute freedom" and it did not mean my dog could withstand just any situation. I was going to have to be selective about what I let my dog experience, just as parents are selective about what they let their children see, hear, and say. But on the other end of this epiphany came a renewed appreciation for what dogs could teach us. Just as humans are fallible, so are dogs. Just as we are products of our environment, so are dogs.

I like them better for this fact.

Pit Bulls Are Big Babies

I should clarify what I mean when I say, "I never thought I would own a Pit Bull," because maybe you don't see yourself as a Pit Bull owner either, but you may, in fact, make a perfect one.

I was never afraid of Pit Bulls, as I mentioned before, the way many people are. I didn't cross to the other side of the street when I saw one, and I wouldn't have recoiled in fear if one had passed me at Petco. But I DID buy in to much of the image that many Pit Bull owners like to project. I did think the "right" Pit Bull owner was a young guy with tattoos who had something to prove (nothing against young guys or tattoos). I didn't want a dog that required a fifty pound chain to take it for a walk. I wasn't interested in frightening little old women and mothers with my dog. I don't own a truck, and if I did, I would never make my dog ride in the back of it while he sported a spiked leather collar (again, nothing against trucks or spiked leather collars).

To be fairly general, I am a twentysomething female of mixed race (Chinese and a handful of other things). I love books and computers more than pumping iron, hot-rodding, or drinking beer (although I do enjoy an occasional hefe weizen). My present pack includes a Pug and a French Bulldog, not exactly the types of dog that exude "bad-ass." If you were to place me on the spectrum of dog owner types, I would be closer to "soft" than "militant." I enjoy exercise and working out, but "athletic" would not be found beneath my yearbook picture. By any means. (I'm holding steady at only 5 broken bones so far). I cannot kill spiders on my own unless I have a hose or a blowtorch.

So me and a Pit Bull? Not likely.

But as I said, Capone had changed the meaning of "Pit Bull" for me. I never knew that Pit Bulls were demanding cuddlebugs. Capone loves nothing more than to snuggle against (or on top of) my boyfriend while he's doing something. Even better if he can lay his head in my boyfriend's lap and let his jowels flop open and snore.

I also never knew how sensitive Pit Bulls were. Capone seriously gets his feelings hurt if my boyfriend scolds him. Hurt as in, I'm-going-to-need-therapy-for-this crushed. As a puppy, he felt so bad about pooing in his crate he ratted HIMSELF out. Not to mention "sensitive" as in, only hypoallergenic shampoos for my tender skin, please.

So now I almost laugh when I think of how Pit Bulls are "macho" dogs. In reality, Pit Bulls are big babies with bodybuilder bodies. (Say it five times fast!) And they try SO hard. If it makes Mommy or Daddy happy, they'll do it all day long. Which is also part of why they're such proficient fighting dogs. They'll literally do your bidding, even if it kills them.

Now, this isn't to say that to have a fulfilled Pit Bull, all you need to do is give them bubble baths and massages (although they'll take both if you're offering). Pit Bulls definitely do need a consistent owner that is willing to put effort into their training because they are such intelligent dogs. Just like smart kids, Pit Bulls need boundaries, guidance, and stimulation - more so than average.

And yes, they are physically strong. Their tails can feel whip-like, and when they're happy to see you they wiggle their entire bodies which could knock you over if you're not good in stilettos. But they can be trained to "settle down" and to be "gentle." If you're looking for a big dog and are already planning to handle big dog strength, a Pit Bull's muscularity and vigor should not take it out of the running. You certainly don't need to be training for UFC competition to own one.

Saturday, December 1, 2007

The Choice to Get a Pit Bull

So before I launch into the details of Miso's homecoming, I want to share some of the desires, thoughts, and discussions that led up to this event.

First of all, I never EVER thought I would own a Pit Bull.

Nearly 2 years ago, my boyfriend began researching dog breeds. At that time, I just had my Pug, Harley. He really enjoyed her and had longed for his own dog for years. He wanted a big dog - first a Rottweiler, then a Rhodesian Ridgeback - finally, based on a friend's recommendation, he looked into Pit Bulls and fell in love. "Loyalty" came up frequently in the breed books he read describing the APBT, and he knew this was the type of dog he wanted. So he found a breeder in Eureka, and I cut class one day and we drove 5 hours to pick up Capone!

Raising Capone was an eye opening experience for both of us. I had been around dogs my whole life, and never before had I met such an intelligent canine. We could watch his wheels turn - he actively problem-solved and tried to please us as best he knew how. "Wow," I thought. "What a remarkable dog!" But I never once thought I would be in that place someday. I had my sights set on a Border Collie or an Australian Shepherd. Something active, but not nearly as strong or socially unacceptable as a Pit Bull.

Nonetheless, I appreciated the breed and did not harbor the fear of them that many people do. It just never made sense to me that an entire breed would be inherently vicious - there had to be more to it than that. Humans, in all our infinite wisdom and history of screwing things up, had to be involved somehow.

So when my boyfriend asked me to join him for a volunteer information session with BadRap, a prominent Bay Area Pit Bull rescue, I agreed to go. I had no intentions of doing much more than flyering, if even that. This was his gig.

That, of course, changed. Even though it didn't work out for us to volunteer with BadRap at that time (our commute was too far for regular involvement), I did find a South Bay Pit Bull rescue several months later that also abided by the Pit Bull Rescuer's Code of Ethics, whose founder knew and had worked with BadRap, and had similar goals and attitudes toward the breed. After observing a training class and meeting Marthina McClay, my relationship with PACK - Pit Bull Advocates for Compassion and Kindness - was born!

Now, why would someone volunteer with a rescue for a breed you just "appreciate"? After all, this was a breed my boyfriend ADORED, but I was merely fond of. I was getting a herding dog, remember? A dog I could bring to the dog park, board with a dog sitter or kennel, take public places without fear of scrutiny.... a choice that my friends and relatives would understand and accept.

But I (like most everyone, I believe, can) sympathize with the Pit Bull plight. We can all relate to feeling rejected, misunderstood, abandoned. We have all been judged by our outward appearance. We have all been turned away at a time when we needed help most. We have all longed to love and be loved for who we truly are, not what others want us to be.

And this is the struggle that the Pit Bull breed faces in our country. It is rejected by many that could help it (and sadly, embraced by those who would do it harm). At present, it is the most misunderstood breed alive. It is being abandoned daily - whether it is through the euthanasia of sound specimens in shelters across the country, by exploitation and misnomer is the daily news, as a loving pet chained to a backyard tree, or as a starved, abused creature forced to fight in pits for profit. The breed is presented as part of an "image" - one that tries to exude toughness, ferocity, power, strength - and is thus judged in accordance with that image, when in reality, a sound Pit Bull is one of the goofiest, loving animals on Earth. Pit Bulls need to be seen this way - as affectionate dogs who yearn to please their humans - not the way certain people and groups want us to see it.

So, I had crossed that dangerous little line that changes lives forever without even knowing it. I had become aware. And I had allowed myself to feel. And it was painful! It was and still is painful to see kennels and kennels of Pit Bulls languishing in local shelters. It's painful to know that dog lovers everywhere would anxiously take up the fight for more stringent requirements of pet food companies, or the fight against puppymills, but not the fight against breed bans for Pit Bulls. It's painful to hear yet another media-hyped story blaming the Pit Bull and not the humans responsible.

So the least I could do was donate what time and skills I had to a local Pit Bull rescue.

Now I would love to say there was one AHA! moment where I realized I desperately wanted a Pit Bull, one event that triggered a mad love affair. Those stories seem much more poignant, much more worthy of a blog. But in fact, my story is one of subtle persuasion, of unwittingly falling in love with the breed the world has deigned untouchable.

It wasn't that I stopped wanting a Border Collie or an Aussie. But as I began envisioning the dog I wanted, the traits and qualities I desired were dramatically shaped by Capone, my boyfriend's APBT. Capone - goofy, affectionate, obedient, biddable - had become, without my even realizing it, the measuring stick against which my future ideal dog was compared. And pretty soon, it became clear that what I wanted could, in fact, be a Pit Bull.

But it took Miso to seal the deal.