Inspired by Life With Dogs...

Meet a silly little Pit mix named Rocco. He's a character. Enough said :)



Recently Life With Dogs was writing about how Greyhounds are, well, just different, and you just have to be around one to experience what it means to say that.
I embrace those statements and it sparked my thought process to write about why Pit Bulls are "just different." And you really do just have to be around one to truly know how.

There is an article on http://www.pitbulllovers.com/vicious-pit-bulls.html that I can't use without permission, but it talks about the Top Ten Reasons not to trust a Pit Bull...one of them include how they wiggle so hard you'd think their butt would fall off. I have a video of the natural wiggle worm herself (Shadow) that I'll attach later. If you read this article you will see what I have heard countless Pit Bull lovers say.

Also, I found this poem online and I have no idea who wrote it or how old it is. I'm not sure what current laws in Canada are and hope it's not offensive, but give them the utmost credit and thanks for being able to wear their emotions on their sleeve:

AN APOLOGY TO BREED BAN ENTHUSIASTSI'm sorry you are frightened of my dogs and are trying to have them killed because they are pitbulls.I'm sorry you lack the understanding of this breed's true history, gentleness with people, wonderful temperament, intelligence and behavioral conformation. I'm sorry you won't read the ATTS stats regarding our breed's true temperament, putting it in the top four for temperament, scoring better than breeds like Golden Retrievers and Cocker Spaniels.I'm sorry that you side with and protect animal abusers by marking the breed of dog and not the irresponsibility of the owner. I'm sorry that by your logic I could steal a car, run some people over with it, and then you can blame the make of car for the accident as I walk free.I'm sorry you generalize one breed of dog with one group of people. I'm sorry you can't see the love and determination that many often highly educated, non-criminal, and "normal" types of people show towards this breed and the great personal sacrifices that they make to take care of their dog responsibly.I'm sorry you cannot go into the shelters and see the hundreds of abandoned and abused pitbulls, dying only for the inane "crime" of being born the breed they are. I'm sorry you cannot see the look of disappointment in their eyes as someone walks by their kennel, and refuses to consider adopting them based on an ill-educated fear mongering reporter. I'm sorry that you cannot be there when the animal looks at a human for the last time, and in spite of being betrayed by all humans they have met, their tail still wags as someone approaches with the syringe of Euthinol.I'm sorry you cannot be there when law enforcement shoots one of your dogs dead inside its own home in front of the children it mutually loves for simply getting off the dog bed and walking over to say hello with its tail wagging. I'm sorry you cannot be there to rescue pitbull puppies from a plastic bag in a dumpster, dumped there by someone switching their illegal and inhumane activities to another, more lucrative breed.I'm sorry you cannot understand the difference between canine and aggression in the way that this breed can. Yes, I'm saying my pitbull is smarter than you.I'm sorry that the medieval witchhunting genetics of intolerance, generalization, and racism make you feel the need to vilify a breed of dog. I'm sorry that justice, equality, tolerance, common sense are all things you hold dear as a fellow Canadian and expect from others, but do not yourself offer toward a pitbull or its caregiver. I'm sorry that you don't take the constructive time to petition changes in the Canadian animal cruelty act and in the criminal code that would deal out serious punishment to the real animal abusers.I'm sorry you cannot see the disappointed look on a puppy's face when the people petting it quickly frown and walk away when you tell them it is a pitbull. I'm sorry you feel the need to terrorize my family and my dogs for crimes we never have and never will commit. I'm sorry you don't have to live in fear of your dog's safety from hysterical and mentally unstable people trying to inflict all manner of evil upon your dogs.I'm sorry that you cannot see my breed working in some of the best Search and Rescue groups in the world, saving countless lives each year. I'm sorry our media censors and refuses to print the breed name "pitbull' when in connection with a positive act such as saving a person or child from a burning house, drowning, wild attacking animals, etc. I'm sorry you cannot see the many pitbulls registered as therapy dogs and bringing so much joy to another misunderstood, neglected demographic in our society, the senior citizen.I am sorry you can't see a pitbull kiss a child, step carefully over a kitten, or play in a sunbeam. I'm sorry you cannot wake in the morning to feel a warm pitbull cuddled next to you in bed, and know that you are their total world, and even if the house caught fire and trapped you, they would stay with you to the end. But, now that I really think about it, I'm not at all sorry you don't own a pitbull--you do not deserve one.

I hope this helps you see into the hearts of countless great Pitbulls. I'm not saying I don't like other breeds, in fact, I love animals. Period. But Pitbulls speak to my heart and I just wanted to
share it! I would love to hear why your breed is just different.

Reach for the stars!

...or sticks!

If there is something you've been meaning to do, or a goal you made for yourself but haven't reached it yet, go for it! Life's too short...

Update

Ozzy went to the vet. He didn't like that very much, but he's fine. They think it was just a product of his new feathers coming in. YAY! So I had to take him back to work with me for a little bit. He likes to be held close or else he doesn't feel comfy...

STOP JINXING ME!

PLEASE?

Besides having Monday off, this week has been a bit unusual. Does karma count for things like having too much fun on your day off? I think so!

Yesterday, a friend of mine tells me this gut wrenching story about beetles. She saw a beetle in her house with a head the size of a dime. She figured it was just a fluke because it was some kind of tree beetle. Then, she goes to pull some change out of the bottom of her purse and instead of pulling out a dime pulls out a head of the same kind of beetle! The other beetle parts were strewn around her purse! The same night, I’m in my bathroom and there are TWO, not one, but -TWO- big nasty disgusting bugs in there with me- one a spider, the other some kind of beetle. Bugs give me the creeps because they can be anywhere and they’re small enough that you won’t know until they scare the h*ll out of you- Like, for example, finding them in your purse! *Shivers* I still have that creepy-crawly feeling. I made sure to yell at my friend for jinxing me with her story :)

Then last night, I’m doing one of my favorite things, ya know, reading up on the blogs, and two different blogs wrote about injured birds in some way or another…Well, guess what? I have a bird… He’s a really cute Quaker Parrot and I got him out to visit today. We usually have visiting time in the bathroom (it’s a big enough bathroom for him to fly in) to keep him away from the dogs and other bigger parrot in the house. Meet Ozzy:



He has a slight attitude..see the way he cocks his head at me?



Besides his tendency to be moody, he looks pretty healthy, right?



WRONG!!!!!!!!!!

I'm so worried right now. This was my first time taking pictures of him with my new camera, and while I'm snapping pics I notice something looks funny on what I consider his little birdie shoulders.

The red arrow points to the area I'm referring to. See the dark spot?



I look closer, and even though it's not incredibly obvious in these pictures, that dark spot is BLOOD! And it's in the same exact spot on both "shoulders!"



I know for sure that he ran into the mirror tonight...he's not very bright sometimes :( I guess that could've caused this to happen.

So I did lots of reading up about bird wounds and I read that as long as the blood clotted (which it did, because obviously there is no dripping) then he should be fine overnight. I also read that birds can bleed to death very easily because if they have underlying issues their blood won't clot, and also because what we think of as a little bit of blood is a lot to a bird!

So I sat with him for about 30-45 minutes (note gloves for his..attitude problem..) and patted his teeny wounds with toilet paper to make extra sure they were clotted and dry. I gave him lots of necks scritchins and a pumpkin seed- his two favorite things.

Even though I know he'll be fine until I can get a vet's opinion, I just hate the thought that this could be hurting him. I am also feeling so flustered because I don't know what this is from!!

So, to help with the anxiety I'm asking any readers out there for moral support/advice/if you've ever seen something like this. ???