Hey Internet! It seems like every time I turn around it is time to think up/write another post!
Today I want to tell you about something near and dear to my heart – Pit Bulls.
I know that this may be surprising ( I mean I write a LOT about my cat), and pit bulls have a bit of a reputation (don’t even get me started on that – it makes me SO MAD).
But three years ago this guy came into my life and I will never look at pitties the same way again. Meet Guster:
Gus came into my life my senior year of college. I was living in a pets-free apartment with two girls I had know for years. One day my roommate came home and told us that there was a dog at the veterinary college that they were going to have to put down if nobody agreed to take him within the next 24 hours. He was a pit bull that they had found tied to a street sign and he was dangerously skinny.
It took us very little time to decide we needed to save this dog – pet clauses in our lease be damned. My roommate assured us that she would be able to get a doctors note saying she needed an emotional support animal, and we decided that was good enough for us. (Please note, this was a totally real thing for her. It had actually been suggested by her doctor before).
So we went to the park and picked up a sad quiet dog and sneaked him into our apartment until we could get the paperwork through. He was thin and scared and it totally broke my heart.
It became very clear that Gus had been used as a bait dog for dog fighting – his ears had been clipped (and very poorly), his teath had been filed down, he didn’t appear to be able to bark (we were afraid he had been de-barked, but later on he found a sad pathetic little bark in him and we decided his vocal chords had probably been damaged from too tight a collar) and he was basically starving. We gave him toys, but he had absolutely no idea what to do with them.
It took a bit of time, but once Gus learned to to trust us he became the most lovey dog in the world. He would take naps on top of us and was always setting his giant head in our laps.
He even learned to love his toys. He had one toy in particular that he carried around with him everywhere. I mean I can’t even the handle the cuteness.
Gus was the wierdest, most fun, bestest dog I have ever met. He had hip issues and sometimes he would just army-crawl around the apartment. He became the most happy dog, even though he had clearly been through hell and back. He was so gentle – he even met my friend’s baby and was totally ok with her crawling on him and sticking her hands in his mouth (don’t worry – we were very careful with the baby).
Basically, he was the best. Pit bulls get a bad rep because people do horrible things to them, but seriously Internet, if you have the chance – rescue a pit bull. If you are in the market for a loving dog, you seriously need to look no further. I mean look at that face:
After graduation Gus was placed in a forever home (none of us were able to take him back to our parents’ houses), but he is still happy and healthy and thriving and I am able to keep up with him on facebook (LOOK AT HIM IN HIS CHRISTMAS JAMS).
Dang. I miss that dog like a crazy person.
Do you have any special pit bull in your life, Internet? I want to hear all about them!!