It's true when you know a pitbull you end up loving them. I used to be a very obsessive walker I mean every single day, despite the weather - I did say obsessive. I used to see a woman come out with her pit and she let him off leash and he'd scurry around while I was thinking the blackest thoughts and cursing under my breath. I'd cross to the opposite side of street because I didn't want to be an attack victim.I AM(was) a dog lover but, hey this was a pit not a regular dog.
One day I figured I am NOT crossing to the other side of the street - if I got bit I'd sue her. When she saw the death stare on my face she put the lead back on the dog and walked toward me. She said he was a good natured dog and wouldn't bother me. Uh huh. Well before I could say anything the dog's ears flopped back and he actually smiled and came over and was wimpering and wagging and doing circles around me. Okay so I softened a bit - okay more than a bit. I ended up kneeling down and hugging him and kissing him on the muzzle and telling him what a sweetheart he was.I made a total fool out of myself. Wolfgang changed the way I felt about pits. Just like that.