Love Me Love My Pit

It’s no secret I’m a Pitbull lover, relating to them as a breed no one wants.

I feel like that at times, being separate and different, not mainstream because of my own personal history.

My first Pit was Oscar, belonging to a neighbor, a rescue who had to be kept on doggie Prozac because he was so nervous from being mistreated as a pup. Oscar

Then I met Jennifer Panton who runs the United Action for Animals and her Pit, Anthony, who rescues them from all over the city.

Society has been educated to be frightened of Pits, but any breed that’s tortured and taught to fight and harm, will do just that.  I knew a Cocker Spaniel that, if you looked at it wrong, would tear your arm off.  The irony was, it belonged to a very wealthy family living in a 5th Avenue building who didn’t allow Pits as pets.

Yesterday I had a Pit sighting leaving me smiling all day.

I was en route to an Al-Anon meeting all gussied up honoring the nice weather, when I see two up ahead with a young woman in her 20s.

“Are they yours? I ask, since she could have been their walker.

“Oh yes,” she said, proudly.  She was a pretty girl, tall and fit with a haircut very much like mine, wearing Jackie glasses since she too had wide-spaced eyes same as me.  We could have been cousins actually.

Her dogs were a father and son…Issac and Julius, rescued and happy as can be.

“Do they sleep with you?” I ask, letting them sniff my legs to make sure I was safe to be near their mistress.

“Yeah,” she says, “one on either side.”

“They’re so solid,” I say, “must be like having a man in bed.”

“Two,” she says grinning.

Just then, Julius, Issac’s baby boy, leans in for a serious nuzzle, so I immediately give him a good scratch and heinie rub, a dog’s universal sweet spot.

He then sits down showing me he has a woody the length of a rolling pin.

His mistress says, a bit horrified, “Oh God I’m so sorry. He does that when he’s happy.”

I laugh. “Boys will be boys after all, and don’t apologize, it means, I still got it.”

This time we both laugh, and as I went on my way turning when I reach the corner, Julius was still in Pasha pose looking fondly in my direction.

I scream, “Don’t forget to call me now Julius, ya hear?” Mom and me, still giggling.

How’s this for a picture….Jennifer and Anthony.

SB

 

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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 Amazon.com. Thanks.
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18 Responses to Love Me Love My Pit

  1. They are both gorgeous! I love all dogs. We have two wire-haired terriers in the ‘hood and they make more commotion than any pitty. I know them so they don’t frighten me with all their hooting and hollering. You are right. Any dog can be mean if he’s raised wrong and mistreated. Breaks my heart.

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  2. Eilene Lyon says:

    I think it’s silly how breeds get singled out for being bad, when it’s really their upbringing that makes all the difference.

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  3. skinnyuz2b says:

    Susannah, I confess that I’m skittish of any dog with a large head. I don’t know why. The only time I was bitten was by a beagle who got the back of my thigh. And as far as cocker spaniels go, the two I’ve known were each so mean they had to be penned away from kids.

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    • Oh my. So sorry.

      There’s an older man in my building petrified of Samantha, the German Shepherd on 8 who’s so gentle. He won’t even come into the lobby if she’s there with her owner. I’m assuming he had an experience like yours. I think fear does stem from an event that leaves you shakin’ in your boots.

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      • skinnyuz2b says:

        I have no reason to fear Pits though. Dogs with big heads just get me tensed up. I’m still a dog lover and would never want to see one neglected. My sister and two of her daughters each have pit bulls that are very gentle. I know they are just big babies, but those BIG heads get to me.

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      • I know, Julius was a show-stopper. They have no idea they are so feared. It’s sweet and sad, all at the same time. sigh.

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  4. You have a way with animals and people too, I think. You can make friends with anyone. Hopefully you’ll see them around again.

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    • You can’t imagine how many dogs there are. You see walkers with 30 at one time in all shapes and sizes. Pits are rare on the Upper East Side. You see more downtime and in Brooklyn. I love animals so much. They’re so straightforward and accepting. True teachers with tails. 🙂

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  5. Beautiful picture indeed! I remember you writing about Anthony, and seeing photos of him smiling. My friend rescued a disabled Pit. Chloe did not have front legs, which enabled her to sit like a human so that she would sit in the back of the car wearing pearls and a hat like the Queen.
    If Julius is smart, he’ll call! That was so funny!

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