Jeremy Pit

Yesterday when I was coming off the track I noticed a young preppie couple sitting on a bench with a huge pit bull.

He was gray and white with floppy ears and a head the size of a regulation basketball.

I, of course, had to meet him.

At first I thought it was Conky, a neighborhood pit that could easily be a rodeo clown he’s so sweet and funny, but when the guy put his hand up to stop me from coming over, I knew it wasn’t the Conk.

Now I never just barge over to any dog, big or small…I always hold my palm open allowing the animal to make the decision, but this fella, you could see, wasn’t taking any chances.

“Is he a rescue?” I ask, already knowing the answer.

“Yes,” the girl said.

“What’s his name?”

“Jeremy…Jeremy Pit.”

This really made me smile because I knew where they got the name from: The 1935 film Captain Blood starring Errol Flynn and Olivia de Havilland.  t55553i5wvq Jeremy Pitt was a sailor on Peter Blood’s ship played by a wonderful actor named Ross Alexander. It happens to be one of my favorite films.

When I revealed this they warmed up to me.

I said it was a pity pits can’t tell their story because then we’d know where all the fear and anxiety stemmed from. I went off on one of my tangents saying, “Couldn’t you just see him at a 12 Step meeting: Hi, my name is Jeremy and I’m a pit, and this is what happened to me.”

They said at first he was nervous even with them, but finally, after almost a year calmed down, but he still gets uppity if he doesn’t know you. I couldn’t help asking what made them take on such a noble challenge and she said, “It was the way he looked at us…all three of us knew we were his only hope.”

Did I fall in love with these two hearing that.

They made me think of Mighty Mutts, a no-kill shelter based in Manhattan. Imagine four-legged parolees trying to find homes. It’s the group no one wants, yet this flock of angelic optimists display them proudly on busy street corners hoping to find a couple like this one.

It’s more than a little admirable. The last time I ran into Mighty Mutts was a while ago at Union Square. It was Pit Adoption Day even though it was already 3 p.m. and no one was adopted quite yet. They were right out of a Humphrey Bogart movie. Who had one eye, the other a limp. I mean again, if only they could talk, they’d all have book deals. Meet 11- month old Bugsy, their puppy of the month… 53350 a ridgeback-pit mix, perfect as can be, found tied to a tree during Hurricane Sandy. Look at that foch (face), as my grandmother would say.

The woman in charge smiled at me figuring I was a prospective parent, but I was only able to give a modest donation. If I ever brought a pit home, I’m worried the Upper East Side would retaliate picketing my apartment, as if I adopted Charlie Manson.

This is why my friend Jennifer had to move. Pits, I’m sorry to say, aren’t always welcome above 72nd Street.

I wasn’t able to pet Jeremy Pit but was very happy to make the acquaintance of the brave, committed couple who adopted him despite his sad, but I’m sure, soon to be mastered issues.

“You won’t quit on him, right?” I said, before taking leave.

“Are you kidding?” they both said in unison.

Jeremy barked as if to say, “Hey, we’re a family.”

Yes you are Jeremy.

Heroes…many of them…right in our midst.



About Susannah Bianchi

I'm just a girl who likes to write slightly on slant. I've had a career in fashion, dabbled in film and to be honest, I don't like talking about myself. Now my posts are another matter so I will let them speak for themselves. My eBooks, A New York Diary, Model Behavior: Friends For Life and Notes From A Working Cat can be found on Thanks.
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22 Responses to Jeremy Pit

  1. micklively says:

    Another heart-warming tale Susannah, many thanks.
    I can’t help but wonder how practical a pit bull could be in NY? You all live in flats, don’t you? I can’t imagine having Smudge without a garden. I know you have parks, but that’s not the same as having a secure space where a dog can amuse him/herself without constant attention.


  2. skinnyuz2b says:

    Yes, Susannah, you made me tear up. Our pets have all been rescues. Sometimes it seems unfair that our children never got to pick out a puppy or kitten, but the older animals we got were always full of love.
    The only dog that ever bit me (and left a small scar) was a beagle. It came from behind and bit me right below the behind.


  3. First of all what a great name. Thank goodness for people with open hearts, minds and doors like this couple who see the good behind the fur.


  4. katecrimmins says:

    Thank God for people like them. I live in a neighborhood where most dogs are purebred, bought and paid for. Gorgeous dogs but my heart hurts for all those who are just as wonderful without the pedigree waiting for a home. I love dogs but committed to be a cat person early in life. I worked most of my life and cats are easier in that sense. There are tons of cats needing homes too.


    • I know. Mighty Mutts has cats too. My friend Ella just rescued a family of 4. She got so attached she adopted all of them. I always had cats too. Many purebreds where I am as well but my heart belongs to the underdog…if you will.


  5. I so agree with your idea of a 12 step for Pits. They are sweet puppies. Yesterday while walking our pup (Shiba Inu), we saw a truck pulling into a driveway. The passenger window was down a ways and sticking it’s head out the window was a beautiful pit, loving the wind and smiling with his tongue hanging out. He got super excited when he saw us and I could see the driver grab it’s leash that was twice the thickness of the one I was holding. I looked and greeted with a ‘hi baby’ and the owner laughed. I thought she would have her hands full enough, so I took my little pup on down the street. I would have loved to have met him closer, maybe next time. Great post, again.


    • Owners assume you’ll be afraid because many people automatically are since sadly their reputations precede them. Anthony, my pal Jen’s pit, is the sweetest dog I’ve ever known. Any dog could bite…I knew a cocker spaniel that made Anthony look like a nun. There are so many unwanted pits in New York. It would amaze you DAF, really. Wish everyone would give them a fair shake. It’s not their fault people mistreat them. Oh, here I go one of those tangents of mine.


      • I totally agree with you. Our oldest and her fiance had a pit and when they broke up, she was more upset about losing the dog than the man… couldn’t blame her, the man can be replaced, dogs however, are one of a kind with their own wonderful personalities. Each dog I have had has been my favorite, including the one we have now. Our little stubborn pup was bred to hunt wild boar on the mountains of Japan… they can be quite fiesty too.


      • They all have their own personalities. If I were married or living with someone I’d get a dog for sure. Met a basset hound recently named Molly that really stole my heart. Her tail never stopped wagging. I can see how animals lower blood pressure.


      • I love my little guy. We have had him since he ws 7 weeks old. He is approaching his 12th birthday. He is graying and has arthritis, but at times he is still a puppy. I dread the time when he passes, life expectancy is 12-15 years. I don’t like to think about that. We have mostly had shiba inus as dogs, once we had a corgi/shepherd mix, but our hearts are filled with shiba inus. Dogs do make life much better.


      • I think it’s great you get another when you lose one. It’s so painful. But I always say, the best way to honor them is to save another.


      • rescues are the sweetest dogs, they know what they have been saved from and are so grateful for what they have.


      • I agree with you. They do know…you can see it in their eyes 🙂


  6. D. D. Syrdal says:

    This got me all misty-eyed, too. Bless their hearts, very courageous of them. Every time I read one of your stories I want to rush out and save a dog or two, until reality sets in and I remember how little time I have.


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