Wednesday, September 7, 2011

Pit Proud: The History of the Pitbull

Let me take a gander at what you're thinking (please note I'm assuming the voice you hear in your head is that of a crotchety old man)...

"Burberry baby dresses one day, pitbull videos the next? What the hell is this blog about, anyhow? Why am I here? Where's my medication? All I want are some bran flakes, stewed prunes and a good healthy dose of Andy Griffith, for Pete's sake!"

Calm your marbles, will ya?

It's been a rough day, everyone. Moe was scheduled for a leg surgery that should have him out of commission for the next two months. He was supposed to spend the night, so you can imagine the tears that were shed this morning when I dropped him off at this facility. They told me he was going to be sedated the whole time, but I still worried.

They called two hours later telling me he had a nearly undetectable infection that needed to be treated before they could operate. Poor little bugger had already had a catheter inserted as well as an IV before the discovery was made, so you can imagine how shell-shocked he was when I went to pick him up.

To say I feel like a guilty bastard is an understatement. He was supposed to be drugged when I arrived to get him, not lucid and feeling betrayed! He's snoozing by the window now, but for a good three hours he get shooting me a look that was equal parts "Why do I feel funny?" and "How could you?!"

Please note his delicate pink bandage. I think he would've preferred red.

Anywho, I realize I've been doing quite a few dog posts recently and I apologize if it's a bit Moe overload. This surgery threw me for a loop and it's been on the forefront of my mind for the last month.

And then, of course, a friend (thanks, Sadaf!) posts a video titled Pit Proud: The History of the Pitbull and you know I couldn't resist. 

There are a two things I loved about this short film: (1) I'm a sucker for anything that promotes the debunking of pit myths and (2) it did a good job of running through the history of this misunderstood breed. Check out a couple of my favorite pittie spotlights from the 1920's, 30's and 40's:

SGT Stubby, the most decorated war dog of WWI
Petey from The Little Rascals (who Moe occasionally gets compared to)

And of  course, some Life Magazine covers portraying these special guys
There is a reason old people have such a fondness for my dog when they see him, and it's because when they were growing up, pitbulls were known to be GREAT FAMILY dogs. Many don't understand how this breed's loyalty to humans has also led to their downfall in today's world. With the wrong people, they can do harm because their OWNERS have taught them to; if those they love and trust the most in the world want them to attack, they will. 

It's sick and it's sad, but it's true.

People who don't know much about pitbulls always comment about Moe's ears and ask if he was born that way. The answer is no; he was not. When he was a little, itty-bitty, helpless puppy, someone cut his ears off with a pair of scissors. Yup. Someone wonderful, obviously.

Luckily, this same human ditched him and he was found by a couple who didn't judge him for his breed, but by his loving personality and spirit.

If you have 10 minutes to burn this afternoon, please, please, please watch this. It was produced and featured by Dog Files, and the filmmakers are trying to turn it into a full length film. If you'd like to donate to their goal, here's your chance!

I should warn you that this video does have about 10 seconds of some pretty disgusting dog violence. It was hard for me to stomach, but sometimes ignorance is not bliss.

"The greatness of a nation and its moral progress can be judged by the way its animals are treated."
            Mahatma Gandhi

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