pit bull type dog

anonymous asked:

I always thought that "pit bull" wasn't technically a breed- just a conglomeration of Staffies and bully-type dogs. How come things like "pure breed pit bull" are so common now?

The American Pit Bull Terrier (APBT) is a breed of dog. Depending on their sex, they can range anywhere between 30-60 pounds. They are lean, muscular doggos.

The term “Pit Bull” was initially used in the 19th century to describe American Pit Bull Terriers, American Staffordshire Terriers, American Bulldogs, and Staffordshire Bull Terriers - i.e; Bulldog/Terrier mixes used for baiting, fighting, and hunting. 

In today’s world where we treat these dogs strictly as pets, the term “Pit Bull” should really be phased out. It is very uncommon for one to find an actual purebred APBT in a shelter, but instead of being labeled a bully breed mix, they are just labeled “Pit Bulls.” 

Why does it matter? Well, unfortunately people’s classification of Pit Bulls has crept into more than just those 4 breeds. Now people believe that any block headed dog is a Pit Bull! This is damaging to many dogs that are either in shelters that euthanize Pits, or in cities that ban them. The widespread notion that stocky looking dogs are Pit Bulls is not limited to dog fanciers, this common ideology is shared by officials that make the ignorant decision to euthanize these dogs.

For example, only one of these dogs is an APBT, but most of these dogs are mistaken, and euthanized, as Pit Bulls:

Bully breeds are tough to handle. They are loveable dogs, but IMO they require an experienced owner. Since they are so readily available in shelters, and the push for everyone to rescue them is so strong, they often end up in the hands of owners looking for beginner, or easy breeds, which attributes to the higher incidence of “Pit Bull” related attacks. You can read more on why that is, here.

anonymous asked:

If Severus was a dog animagus, I could see him being a pit bull type dog based on the fact that they have so many misconceptions about them.

I see him more as a Doberman Pinscher than a pit bull, to be honest.


I would like to speak here about my Evie.
In 2014, my great-grandmother, who had raised me my entire life, had a fall in the home. I transitioned into 24/7 caretaker, despite being in college at the time, and we had home-health nurses visiting every couple of days. Eventually, a case of pneumonia landed her in a prolonged hospital stay, where it eventually took its toll on her and she passed.
My great-grandfather had died in a similar fashion a few years beforehand. So both of the people who had raised me were now gone.
In that year, I lost the woman who had been like a mother to me, and the childhood home where I’d grown up, the only place I’d ever lived. College funds transitioned into get-a-home funds, and school got put on hold for a full-time job. I bought a house and became a home owner at 23.
But grief led to some heavy depression, that I still battle off and on to this day, three years later.
In November of 2014, I decided to take a trip to the Lexington Humane Society; I had a dream about puppies, I just wanted to play with dogs. See, I’d had a poorly bred miniature Australian Shepherd named Arcane who had been raised by the influences of my family; he was aggressive, had bitten me and drawn blood a couple times, and he was getting grumpier in his old age. I had wanted a dog that I trained, that had my sole influence, something I could do now that I was on my own.
But I told myself… not until after Christmas.
Then November, I stepped into that shelter. I saw a ball of skinny brindle bones in the corner of a kennel. Delicate, soft, sad eyes. A quiet little beastie; she never barked, never made a sound. Her kennel mate was growling and barking up a storm at us, a fussy creature named Eve, but the tiny little bully girl in the corner, named Bella at the time, never made a sound.
Something about her stuck out at me, and I couldn’t get her off of my mind. I had a meet-and-greet with “Bella” where her true personality shone, the timid, nervous waves melting off of her to reveal wagging tails, gentle puppy nibbles, and many kisses.
A few days after meeting “Bella”, I was adopting her. To me, she became Evelyn, or Evie, after the character from The Mummy. I was told a few things that her owner said when she was surrendered at 9 months old: “a lot of energy, she loves socks”.
“Pit bull” type dogs have three restrictions upon them at this shelter, no doubt due to the stigma of the breed, but I do agree that they’re not for everyone. Evie is no more American Pit Bull Terrier than a dachshund is a corgi. But she’s a blocky-headed bull breed of some sort, which is enough to condemn. We don’t know her history, so all we can do is guess.
In 2014, Evie was the best thing that could have happened to me. A saviour I hadn’t realized I needed; the balm on wounds of grief; the best anti-depressant a girl could have.
She had her issues; all dogs do. Things that made me think… I’d jumped the gun, I’d made this decision too rashly, I got a dog too soon. I wasn’t ready for re-potty training a 10 month old dog, I wasn’t ready to worry about resource guarding and crate-training, things I should have been prepared for. Live and learn.
She was never anything other than extremely pleasant to any new person she met, however. And the issues grew thinner and thinner as we grew together, learned each other, and formed a life and a bond together.
She adjusted to life with cats flawlessly; our giant maine coon mix runs this house and she knows it. This year, with the influx of foster kittens, she was never anything more than motherly and careful. No animal in this house is around small children or baby animals unsupervised. But Evie has never given us a reason to not trust her. She is the most tolerant creature of baby animals that I have ever met in my entire life.
We learned quickly how amazingly receptive to training she was. I have a dog that knows countless tricks. I learned how different a dog could be trained with positive reinforcement, and how fulfilling the sessions could be for both of us. Evie was the first dog I ever trained to loose-leash walk successfully, the first dog to ever grasp things like “Bang!” and “Sit Pretty”, she has a play-drive and an incredible desire to please.
She is not everyone’s perfect dog, but she is my perfect dog.
I know it wasn’t me. Mostly it was her. I’m still learning, Evie was my first dog “on my own”, and she made it easy. We have our issues; a few negative experiences with other dogs and she’s not partial to meeting new friends on the leash anymore. But we manage that. She’s not reactive, and never barks at strangers or new dogs. She simply likes to introduce herself in a manner where she doesn’t feel trapped and cornered. She has never shown any signs of animal aggression outside of feeling defensive around some new dogs. Puppies and small dogs are always welcome friends to her! She lives with 6 cats, and they’ve chased her more than she’s ever chased them.
Unless you are a car door slamming at 5AM, a school bus, or thunder, you have nothing to fear from Evie.
One of my favorite memories of her interacting with strangers was at the UK Arboretum. This was within a year of adopting her, we take her on adventures often for photo sessions and just to get her exercise in, because she’d be a couch potato if we let her. A family was passing by with their toddler-aged daughter. The child immediately latched onto Evie and squealed and was instantly smitten with her. Evie greets every human being in the same manner: she rolls over, exposes her belly for some good belly rubs, and then will crawl closer. She stays low as if to say “I’m not scary!” She got acquainted with this toddler and the family was so enamored by how gentle and well-behaved she was. For a while, this little girl was just standing with both of her hands braced on Evie’s bum, holding herself up, while Evie just stood there, thrilled as could be to be the girl’s center of attention, and when they finally went their own way, breaking the two up was quite a task!
People avoid her sometimes. That’s fine. But there’s never been anyone she hasn’t wanted to meet.
But my favorite time spent with her is nights snuggling on the couch. She lays next to me, tucked into a blanket, and dozes while we binge the newest Netflix series. The moments of quiet peace, where the world is still, and I just feel content. She’d run for days if I was running with her, but as long as I’m down for the count? She’s happy to rest as well.
We brought Astaroth home from an Australian Shepherd breeder last year to be her constant playmate. He adores her and trusts her judgment, enjoys stealing toys from her, and even smacks her with said toys to antagonize her to chase him. Many a times she has fallen asleep to him chewing on her ears until they are drenched with drool, ever since puppyhood. He was the perfect balance of chaos and mischief to our family. The two have never had a scuffle. Ever.
This dog who is so perspective to others’ anxiety, and has helped my friends through multiple panic attacks by being with them through them, who put smiles on my face and joy in my heart during a time where I had lost so much and felt so lost. She made me love dogs again; I learned to remember how astonishing the partnership could be. She’s a powerful dog without knowing it, and no, not everyone should expect to manage such a muscle beast; she’s bruised me in play accidentally because she doesn’t know her own strength, but if I was too afraid to get a scratch or bruise here and there, I wouldn’t keep pets at all. Dogs are domesticated carnivores and we should regard them as such, with respect, so no, I’m not going to tell you she’s a pure, gentle angel made of cotton-candy and clouds. She’s muscle, rambunctious energy and power, and she’s got a mouthful of teeth that sometimes miss the toy and get your fingers. But that would be true of any dog.
This dog came into my life at a time where I desperately needed her, and she’s started a journey with me that means the world to me and is close to my heart. People can hate her due to her aesthetics if they like, because of her blocky head and short, brindle coat; I don’t fucking like shih-tzus and the like. But you make this personal and all bets are off; I don’t care how anyone else feels about my dog, whether they think she’s ugly or what, but I trust and believe in her a hell of a lot more than I do some insignificant stranger on the internet. Evie’s been in my life almost three years now; her third anniversary is approaching and will be shortly followed by her fourth birthday. I haven’t changed my mind about her yet, I highly doubt I’m going to.
And sometimes I wonder if I’d still be here if it weren’t for her.
She is the soldier combating my inner demons daily, just by being present, grounding me and giving me something to be responsible for. She gets me out of the house on days I feel like withering away in bed. She lays with me when I’m feeling melancholy. She makes me smile when her and her brother have silly shenanigans in the living room. And she makes my heart swell with the look of those starlit eyes of hers.
My dog is better than anonymous hateful, nasty people will ever be. And I owe my life and my passion and my drive to her.
Her love is more important to me than your approval.

P.S. - the Aussie would hate you. See, he takes guidance from his big sister of what sort of people he should trust. He’s been smitten with her since he was 8 weeks old. Astaroth is a lot less trusting of strangers than pure, kind-hearted Evie. So if you’re gonna hate one of my dogs, go ahead and save some time and hate them both.

Something I wrote and published today on my photography FB page about Evie, in light of strangers on the internet harassing me and attacking her and Astaroth.

anonymous asked:

You recently did a post about the breed of bull terriers, would you have the same stance of Staffordshire bull terriers ? Also I have heard a few times over the years that mixed breed dogs like mongrals tend to be healthier than pure breeds. Would you agree with this? Thanks

Staffordshire Bull Terriers (SBTs for short) are one of the most popular dog breeds locally. They are quite different to Bull Terriers, but talking about them is confused because I see three different types of dog called SBTs.

The first type is the classic English SBT. This breed is actually kind of small, but has lots of muscle packed on.

(Photo By Sannse on en.wikipedia)

The second type is the American Staffordshire Bull Terrier, sometimes called the AmStaff.

(Photo via pintrest, but watermark states ‘art of staff’)

The AmStaff is a bigger breed, distinctly taller and locally they are the breed most likely to be called a ‘pit bull’.

The third type of dog presented to me called a SBT is either a mix of the two, or a similar looking dog with brindle or black-brindle coat that looks close enough to be a SBT mix, but doesn’t actually have any SBT DNA when tested.

If I keep the focus of this post on actual SBTs and their mixes, then these are the the points I always bring up with perspective owners.

Allergies are the most common problem I encounter with either types of SBT. Ths can range from a seasonal plant allergy to full blown atopy. Food allergies aren’t as common but can still occur. The allergies can then predispose to pyoderma, and require maintenance to keep the dogs comfortable

Demodex mange is also reasonably common, though less so with over the counter parasite products available that just happen to treat it.

They are prone to anxiety. This varies in how severe it is, and more of them are barkers than destroyers, though they have a decent set of jaws and can chew through an awful lot of stuff if given the opportunity. These dogs, especially the English, really need a human. They’re very people focused and many of them just can’t handle the world without ‘their’ people.

They’re often hyperactive and hyperexcitable, but that’s personality. The difficulty with that comes when they are poorly behaved in public, especially with the AmStaff, and members of the public call them ‘pit bulls’ which can get them investigated by the council.

Some of them will chew rocks and wood, wearing down and damaging their teeth. This isn’t a genetic weakness, but it is something that benefits from careful management.

Skeletally they’re not too bad. They’re a common breed to present for cruciate ligament rupture, but to be fair this usually happens after the dog has jumped off something particularly silly.

They are one of the breeds unreasonably prone to Mast Cell Tumors. They get lipomas more often, but you can’t tell without testing whether one lump on a dog is a fairly benign lipoma, or a dangerous Mast Cell Tumor. While some Mast Cell Tumors are highly treatable with surgery, early detection increases your chance of a cure.

English SBTs are, technically, brachycephalic. However their anatomy is nowhere near as extreme as the breeds notorious for brachycephalic airway syndrome. These dogs generally breathe well, but you will often come across individuals with a mild symptoms, such as a subtly elongated soft palate or a moderate collapsing trachea in their old age.

Epilepsy seems to crop up in these dogs a bit more than average, but it’s generally manageable. It means lifelong medication, but often it’s initially more stressful for the owners than for the dogs.

The AmStaff version still has a hip dysplasia problem and I would recommend pennhip screening from 16 weeks of age, especially from ‘breeders’ who are breeding primarily for ‘rare colors’.

Originally posted by introxlifetrap

These dogs are extremely popular, and consequently also the most popular breed to end up in the local shelter. There are a large number of people who keep wanting to breed their ‘rare, blue’ SBT of either type, that wont let me talk them out of it. 

I think the shelter problem is compounded by how common they are alongside their neediness. The vocal range of this breed is huge, the sounds they can make include ‘screaming child’ and ‘strangled goat’. People get the cute puppy, but decide they can’t meet the needs of the adult dog.

The AmStaff version as a whole social issue of its own to contend with, because a certain segment of the population is in love with the idea of the aggressive Pit Bull, and they want one, but can’t get a ‘real’ one, so get themselves an AmStaff since it’s not a restricted breed. Pit Bulls are here, but the situation is a bit sticky because you don’t ave to prove the dog is a pit bull, you have to prove that it’s not. The enforcers of these laws have a checklist of physical attributes, and if the dog meets enough of them it can be labeled a ‘pit bull’, no matter what it is.

I’m very loathe to ever label a dog as a Pit Bull, because there are some breed restrictions around me, and I don’t wish to accidentally get a dog into serious trouble. The dog breed DNA test we use also won’t publish anything with the words ‘Pit Bull Terrier’ on it, lest the dog gets euthanized for that reason either.

But for these people what actually want the tough looking pit bull, not a pibble couch buddy, the dogs are often not well socialized and unfortunately problematic in the clinic.

SBTs are one of the breeds I would label as ‘addictive’. Once somebody has owned one, more often than not they end up with multiple dogs, or find themselves unable to enjoy life without owning a dog of this breed. They are kind of like kids to their special people.

As for mixed breed dogs, their issues are less predictable, and their anatomy generally less extreme, but they are no guarantee of health. If you cross two breeds with the same health concerns,you are equally likely to see that concern in the resulting cross. I would not guarantee a mixed breed dog would be healthy, but there is very little in general that I would guarantee.

Raphael, the Dog Lover (TMNT)

This is the pitbull thing that was requested a while ago and I figured I’d write it while I’m in the swing of writing requests. ^.^ Plus this so cute and I love doggies…

My only issue is because I love doggies, I know there are several breeds of dog that are called ‘pit bull’. It’s a type of dog, not a breed. Personally I’m going to write the dog as a Staffordshire Bull Terrier. Why? My own dog is a staffie, and a recuse for that matter.

Serious note before we get onto the fic, pit bulls are often victimised by the media but the dogs are sweethearts and anyone who knows anything about the breed is well aware of this. Owners are to blame. I say this as someone who owns a dog who was quite nasty when I got her. Now she is very sweet. Her old owner used to beat her. I think that speaks miles about it. Because of this abuse of the breeds known as pitbulls, most of them end up in shelters. About half a million pit bulls are euthanised in shelters every year, about 40% of all dogs euthanised. (Not that kill shelters aren’t a problem in and of themselves) Please, please, please, if you’re thinking of getting a dog, consider a pit. It’s a bit of a long story and this foreword is getting too long as it is, but my pitbull saved myself and my sister from being murdered. And it’s not we might have been hurt, we would have died. I’ll never forget that. And I’m not trying to say another dog breed wouldn’t do that, all dogs would but that’s my point. Pits are not these evil creatures the media makes them out to be. They’re dogs.


Raphael sighed, as he ventured the rooftops. Alone. Unusual for this time of night. He should be heading home, with his brothers but tonight had been different. He’d had a small… Exchange with Mikey forcing Leo and Donnie to step in- But dammit Mikey had started it with that dumb prank!

So now, he was taking the long way home. Descending from the city buildings, he made his way into the alleyway, only to hear… Whimpering? It was a strange noise but in a city like this it was one he could recognise as a dog. There were so many pet pooches around, he’d grown used to their noises.

While he could have just went home and forgot about the whole thing, he was up for anything in order to avoid going home to confront his family. So follow it he did, tracking the noise to the back of some garbage cans.

Lying there, nursing a clearly broken paw and a skeletal body, was the thinnest dog Raphael had ever seen. She whimpered and whined, licking at the blood seeping from the wound.

Raphael grunted a little, the sight unnerving him. Poor dog, how had she gotten into such a state? He wondered. “ Yer not lookin’ yer best, are ye, girl? ” He asked, making a few soft kissy noises to get her attention.

In response the dog’s head snapped up, her ears pinned back, a low growl escaping a throat. Raph slowly raises his hands.

“ S'alright, I’m not gonna hurt ya, ” He assured, trying to work out how to calm the canine. Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out a small wrapper. It was just a cereal bar, mostly oatmeal and honey. He usually carried one or two on him, for working out if he got hungry so he didn’t need to stop. Unwrapping it, he held it out carefully to her.

The dog seemed to give a small sniff, examining the extended morsel before giving a few uncertain licks. Having come to the decision it was not dangerous and tasted good, she wolfed it down, her tail wagging heavily; beating against the ground.

“ There’s a good girl. Were you hungry? ” He asked, very slowly moving a hand towards her to sniff, clenched in a fist. At the sight, the dog howled, whimpering and trying to back off. Quickly Raph stopped and she calmed. He paused for a moment, frowning before he tried it again, his hand held loosely now. She seemed more calm with this, her wet nose rubbing his scales.

Raph clenched his teeth a little. “ It was a person that did this to you, wasn’t it girl? ” He asked, as she continued to explore his hand with her tongue. He wasn’t really sure why he was talking to the dog, she couldn’t talk back, it just felt more natural than silence.

After staying there for maybe ten, fifteen minutes, slowly building up some trust with her; Raph very carefully moved to slip his strong arms beneath her, scooping her up, paying no mind to the blood that coated his arm now.

The dog seemed somewhat happy to have the pressure taken off of her leg, it seemed. Slightly less so about the smell of the sewer.

Upon arriving, Mikey was the first to greet him, as usual. Looking up from the comic he was reading, he took a moment to register before gasping in shock.

“ Dude, that’s a dog, ” He said, leaning over the couch, childishly. Raph grunted.

“ Yes, Mikey, she’s a dog, ” Raph agreed, making his way to Donnie’s lab.

“ What’s wrong with her leg? And how’d you know she’s a she? ” Mikey asked.

“ Someone hurt her… And you can tell on pitbulls, ” He responded.

“ Pitbull? ” Donnie looked up from his work as Raph walked in, the messy bundle of chocolate and white fur in his arms still. Studying the creature as he rose out of his chair, he corrected, “ Actually I think she’s a Staffordshire Bull Terrier. While Pitbull is technically correct, that’s a type of dog, not a breed. ”

“ Whatever you say Kennel Club, can you help her? ” Raph asked nervously.

“ I don’t know, I’m no vet… I’ll call April and Casey, if they’re free I’ll ask one of them to take her to a vet. I’ll try and make her comfortable until then, ” Donnie agreed, clearing a space on the table for her while searching for his phone.

“ Al'ight, but don’t mess around, ” Raph agreed, patting soft ears as he placed her down.


It was a week later when Raph got a call. From April. Placing his weights to the side, he grabbed his phone and answered.

“ Hey? ” He asked, wondering what she wanted.

“ Hey, Raph, it’s about that dog you found. The vet’s prescribed her a medical plan and they’ve operated on her leg but they’ve had to amputate it, ” At the mention of this, Raph winced at the memory of the mangled leg. He wasn’t surprised, it’d been a mess. “ She’s really underweight but the vet says she should make a full recovery and she should still be able to walk once she figures out how to balance, ” April finished.

“ That’s great, I’m glad she’s doing good, ” Raphael told her, as he picked up a bottle of energy drink, downing half the bottle.

“ Yeah but now they want to know what to do with her. The state could take her but… The nearest shelter is a high kill one. So the vet asked if I wanted to take her… But I really don’t have the time for a dog. ”

“ You’re asking me if I want her? ” Raph asked.

“ Yeah, I am… I guess if you don’t we could try and find someone el- ”

“ No, ” He cut her off. “ I’ll take her, ” He agreed without a moment of hesitation. Master Splinter was going to kill him.

But it was the right thing to do.


Once she got home, she was like a new dog. Raph could hardly believe this dog April had brought with her was the same pitbull he’d found last week.

“ Thatta girl, ” He praised, rubbing her belly as she ambled over to him, still trying to perfect the balance of running on only three legs.

“ Are you going to name her? ” Leo asked, watching vaguely amused from the couch.

“ Name her? ”

“ Well, duh, she needs a name, ” Mikey quipped in response. “ I vote for Turtledog. Like Batdog, but a turtle. ”

Raphael rolled his eyes, considering for a moment. “ I don’t know, I’m no good at names, ” He admitted.

“ What about Tenshi? ” Leo offered idly. While Raph’s Japanese might not have been as great as his brothers, he could translate that well enough, Angel.

“ Mm, I guess it’s better than Turtledog, ” Raph agreed, chuckling as he pet her ears.

“ Oh and Raph, the vet mentioned something else, ” April said.

“ Really what? ”

“ Just to mention she’s recently had pups. Maybe she was part of a puppy farm and they decided they didn’t want her anymore? ” April offered, trying to explain it somehow.

Raphael nodded, looking back to Tenshi as she snuggled up to him. A sigh escaped him, “ Where are your babies girl? I hope they’re doing better than you were. ”


The next day, Raph was walking Tenshi. It was a little hard, given he had to avoid being seen and let her pee and all, but he managed it. Somehow. He didn’t have a leash but he didn’t seem to need one, as she happily plodded along.

At some point however, she seemed to be leading him, rather than him her.

“ Tenshi, Tenshi c'mere, where ye going girl? ” He called after her, carefully following as she crossed the street. This was near where he’d found her, only maybe a block or so away.

He continued to follow her, all the way to a seemingly abandoned warehouse, continuing to call after her but stubbornly she seemed to be ignoring him. Once inside, he followed her further, round the back of some dusty crates that hadn’t been touched in what could have been years.

There he found something most unusual. Tucked into a makeshift bed of the sheets that used to cover crates were four skinny puppies, guarded by a Dalmatian; his face battle scarred and worn.

Tenshi greeted the other dog happily, nuzzling and licking faced as Raph followed curiously. Upon getting closer the Dalmatian snarled, baring his fangs however Tenshi happily trotted up to him and pressed some slobbery kissed to his leg and the spotty dog accompanying her seemed to understand.

“ Tenshi, these are your babies, ” Raph said happily, a very proud smile on his face, his heart melting. He was glad his brothers weren’t around to see him consumed by his soft side. Carefully holding out a hand to pet the Dalmatian who was now equally as curious about him, he smiled. “ Is this yer mate? Has he been looking after yer pups? He’s a good boy, ” He praised, ruffling his ears.

“ C'mon, ” He said, gathering up the pups in the sheet with no protest from either parent. “ Let’s go home, all of us. ”


A year later, Raph lounged by the TV. To one side of him Tenshi was snuggled up to him. Her stomach was once more swollen with pups, she’d give birth soon. By his feet lay her loyal protector and 'Raph’s good boy’, Butch the Dalmatian. Only two of their first litter still remained in the Lair. Turtledog, who was of course Mikey’s bundle of fun and Hana (Flower in Japanese) who had become something of a therapy dog for Master Splinter. Beowulf and Godzilla were never far behind their master, Casey.

“ You want some beef jerky? ” Raph offered the dogs and at the mention of 'beef jerky’ Turtledog had somehow appeared from the woodwork for her fair share of the food. Hana didn’t seem so bothered, resting still by Splinter’s feet.

Looking around him, Raph was very happy he had decided to keep Tenshi. She had only brought their family happiness. She was an angel, just with four legs and a tail rather than wings.

anonymous asked:

I read an article where a man almost got evicted from his apartment for having a pit bull, which is stupid because pittys are snuggle bugs, but worth noting that he argued it wasn't a pit bull but an American Bulldog. Seems people don't realize that 'pit bull' is not a specific breed but refers to a group of breeds that share common characteristics including, American Bulldog, Staffordshire Terrier, American Pit Bull Terrier, and Bull terrier . And they are all full of love.

Typically in North America (and with people knowledgeable about dogs), “pit bull” refers to the American Pit Bull Terrier, which is its own breed.

Elsewhere and with the general public, “pit bull type” can refer to all bully breeds which are stocky with block heads.

I’m linking Wiki pages here because they are easy to understand. Feel free to read more about this topic through Google though!

Just a side note, BSL often covers all bully breeds and “pit bull type” dogs rather than just APBT. (and BSL sucks.) -C

Your "definition" of the word pit bull is stupid.

 Yes, another rant from me again on this subject, but I felt the need to make a comparison post because another person tonight tried educating me on what the word “pit bull” means.
“Pit Bull” is not a dog type. It’s not a breed type. It’s not a group of a bunch of breeds. I don’t care how often Fox News calls a bully mix a “pit bull-type dog”, that “definition” is complete bogus.

 The breeds lumped together under “pit bull type” are American Staffordshire Terrier, American Bully, American Bulldog, Staffordshire Bull Terrier, American Pit Bull Terrier, and less commonly the Dogo Argentino and the English Bull Terrier.
The most common explanation for what qualifies a dog to be “pit bull type” is that they look similar. Okay, well how about the Dutch Shepherd and the Belgian Malinois? Why don’t we call these dogs both Malinois? Why don’t we call them both Dutch Shepherds? Here’s a Mal beside a Dutch Shepherd:

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They look a hell of a lot alike, don’t they? They’re both pastoral breeds, Mals can be brindled, they both have pretty smooth foreheads, large ears, dark masks.. why don’t we just call them all Belgian Malinois?
We don’t because they’re different breeds and it would be stupid to label them as “Malinois-type” because of their appearance.

 Another argument is that because they share ancestors, they can be lumped together as one “type”, and that “type” is the name of one of the breeds. “Pit Bull” being short for American Pit Bull Terrier, yet applied to many dog breeds because of their ancestry or their appearance. Let’s use this example on other breeds; the Laekenois, the Tervueren, and the Groenendael. These dogs all share ancestries and are considered varieties of a “Belgian Shepherd” type, which also includes the Belgian Malinois!!! How come we don’t call them all Groenendaels? Why don’t we refer to them as Tervueren-type? Why is it that we refer to these dogs as their breed name, instead of calling them “breedname-type”?
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They look different, don’t they? (Especially the top two compared to the bottom, which is their ancestor) Of course they do, so do the dogs under the “pit bull type” umbrella. Why is it that we call these dogs by different breed names?

 If we’re to use the argument of ancestry for a reason to label a group of dogs under one breed’s name, why is the American Bully called a “pit bull type” dog? The American Bully’s history is something that nobody understands, nobody understands where the hell this thing came from. Is it a Pit mix? Is it a Staff mix? Is it an AmStaff mix? Nobody fucking knows and yet it’s called a “pit bull’ anyways, despite the American Bully’s ancestry being a shrouded mystery and the dogs never ever been used for anything aggressive in their entire existence.
If we are to use the "ancestry” argument, why don’t we call Plummer Terriers “Jack Russells”? Or even “Jacks”? Plummer Terriers are a mix of Jack Russell and small hound (Beagles, IIRC)… why aren’t the small treeing hound breeds called Jacks or Terriers? Why don’t we call the Parson Russell Terrier a Jack Russell anymore?
Why do we not label all of the small terrier breeds as “Jacks” because of their appearance, or “Jack-type” dogs? After all, “pit bull” comes from a breed’s name, and it’s applied to dogs solely because of their appearance and/or ancestry to that breed.
If you asked me, I’d tell you that today’s English Bull Terrier looks far more like a Gull Terr than it does an American Pit Bull Terrier. Not to mention the Gull Terr is currently used in blood-sports in the middle-east.
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This is getting incredibly irritating and I really wish people would stop with their made-up definition of the word “pit bull”, especially when they call the dogs “pittbulls” while telling me that I’m incorrect.


Okay but look at my precious star child.

Beautiful glaxay print hoodie is courtesy of Doggietshirts.com. I strongly recommend them if you have a dog who seems to always be between sizes. Jaeger’s proportions are a little weird compared to normal dogs- he has a huge chest and a thick neck, so the only hoodies that fit him are often too long in the body. But as you can see this hoodie fits wonderfully. Very comfortable, he slept in it all night without a single rash or irritation. He is finally ready to take on New York winter.


The city where I live (Toronto, Canada) is considering banning all species of pet snakes, (and all species of Monitor lizards). Including my harmless noodles. We already have laws on the books here banning large constrictors like Anaconda and Reticulated Pythons, all lizards larger than three feet, and all venomous and poisonous animals. There’s NO reason for this escalation.

This sweeping ban is based on ignorance, fear, and someone’s personal bias (and probably some special interest groups who want to see all forms of pet ownership banned). 

I pray the Reptile Community here (that numbers in the tens of thousands) all stand up and FIGHT for our right to own our pets. We’ve already lost the right to own certain kinds of dogs (’pit bull-types), most invertebrates, and all the bigger lizards and snakes commonly kept elsewhere. There IS a war on Pet Ownership, and it’s spreading. All of us who responsibly own animals need to FIGHT for our rights, and protect those rights at every turn, and HELP other communities fight bans. Before we all end up living in a cold, dark, pet-less Hell.

I love pit bull-type dogs. I follow lots of pit and pit rescue accounts on instagram. Last week a dog with critical issues was rescued by a east coast bully rescue. Her name was Autumn (she was actually similar looking to my Lyra-beast). Autumn had two broken hips, horrible infections on her body, ticks, she was malnourished. Small and scared, wanting help and love. So I donated a bit of money to her as is my wont with pit bulls.

I can’t exactly explain my affinity to the breed (*breed* is a debatable concept when it comes to pitties, however). I think I admire them for their tenacity, their emotional intuition, their beautiful eyes, ad ability to be both athletic & a couch potato. And of course I hate any time a creature is unfairly maligned and hurt, as is the case with pits. (We can get into the specifics and stats but not now).

Anyway, I sent Autumn and the rescue some money. Literally not a lot at all. But I followed her progress all week. I saw her get well enough to eat a little, saw her doleful eyes brighten. I saw her give her rescuers kisses. No matter what she had gone through she gave them kisses. She was small and special and she was saved, safe. She was getting better. And there was a hashtag, it said: NO ONE WILL EVER HURT HER AGAIN.

But Autumn didn’t make it. They don’t know why. Her situation and her surgery were complicated. 

And I don’t know, I feel just heartbroken, have been snuggling my own dog all night. This little pup a continent away…she’s not mine but I spent the week genuinely rooting and praying for her. I wanted her to have the AFTER part of her rescue story: I wanted to see her snuggling and playing, even on 3 legs (they had to amputate one). 

Upon examining my feelings and my grief I suppose it is easy to feel this was about an innocent and helpless dog. And I don’t even know why I am sharing this. Maybe I can learn from Autumn. Maybe I just want to share the story. I have been crying on and off all night, in between drinking diet cokes and reading poems and eating chocolate cake. I am crying because it is unfair. Because I hope there is a heaven. I cry because this dog who never knew me hurt so much and because there were ppl who saved her. In the end she was saved. She was warm and loved, she had a stuffed purple lamb she curled up with. She wasn’t in pain. And that is so much better than dying alone in a street in pain. No one ever did hurt this dog again. But I am still so sad people did and I hope there is a sweet and lovely AFTER out there in the universe for Autumn the dog that lasts forever, that there is a family for her in that forever. 

anonymous asked:

there's a lot of things I love about APBT and other 'pit bull' breeds. their temperaments, size, energy levels. however 'pit bull' type dogs are banned where I live. could you give me give me any recommendations for breeds that are similar?

Of course this will depend on the individual dog, but in general it looks like dog breeds that are likely to share the same traits as APBT are:

Boston terriers and English and French bulldogs are smaller than APBT, and boxers are bigger, but overall it seems that they are the closest bet for energy and temperament. 

Hope that helps! -C

I Care vs. I Don’t Care

So, take an ISTJ and an INTP. I know I use these two types a lot, but not I’m using them because I think that INTPs are one of the most classic examples of Perceivers, and ISTJs are one of the most classic examples of Judgers. 

Actually, it’s sometimes easier (I think) to spot a Judger than a Perceiver. But INTPs are usually so obvious about being Perceivers that they make good examples.

We all know the difference between the two, right? Perceivers go with the flow,and Judgers create the flow.

So, real life example:

ISTJ and INTP are going to get a rescue dog. ISTJ researches out different dogs in the area and looks up all the information from the Humane Society and other shelters within a twenty-five mile radius. ISTJ has a list of the types of dogs which would be appropriate (no pit bulls, German Shepherds, Labradors, or hounds), and also insists on finding a slightly trained dog so that minimal work will actually need to be done once the dog is acquired.

INTP takes a different route. INTP thinks that maybe we should just go down to the shelter together and look at the dogs because that way we’ll find one with a good personality that we know we like because we’ve actually met it. After all, the dog might look a lot different on the Humane Society web page than in real life.

Naturally, we follow ISTJ’s plan. Because the Judgers make the flow, right? Also, Judgers have a hard time understanding why Perceivers don’t seem to care.

And here’s the thing. Going with the flow doesn’t mean you don’t care. It just means that you care about different things. Going with the flow means that you prefer to deal with your problems as they come to you, rather than making a lot of work at the beginning. This is viewed by many as irresponsible, and I can definitely see how this impression is created.

But Perceivers aren’t inherently irresponsible. They don’t “not care.” Rather, they understand that there’s more to life than making plans, and while planning definitely has its place, there’s another aspect to life: that of understanding and seeing life as it happens.

Here’s the other thing: There are more Judgers than Perceivers in the world, and every Perceiver probably has to put up with some Judgers in his life. You see, we wouldn’t work very well alone. Our way of doing things would probably result in stuff falling apart in the long run.

But when you couple Perceivers with Judgers, you get a balanced view of life. Perceivers, if they’re nice about it, can help the Judgers chill a little. Judgers can help keep the Perceivers on track. It’s a symbiotic relationship, doncha know?

And, if you’re wondering, the ISTJ may have caved and let the INTP pick out a cute dog that fit most of the criteria.

tbh I KNOW they have a “criminal” reputation but I look at pit-bull type dogs and genuinely don’t understand how someone can look at those round friendly cartoon faces and find them more threatening than any other dog

I’m not saying I find any other dog face especially threatening

but those big round sweet babbu faces MORE threatening?  please.

I sometimes see people defend the use of “Pit Bull” as an umbrella term by suggesting that (most) people who use it as such are referring to a visual type and don’t actually believe the animal to be the breed APBT.

I have a few problems with this, still, but am having trouble articulating it. So bare with me, please, this post might be a little all over the place since I can’t really break it down in a linear fashion.

1) The only breed with Pit Bull in the name is the American Pit Bull Terrier, Pit Bull is shorthand for APBT. Referring to non-APBT dog’s as Pit Bull’s is plain confusing, and it’s not something we do with other dog’s. Malamute isn’t used as a synonym for spitz type, Toller isn’t used as a synonym for retriever, etc.

2) A lot of people don’t know what an APBT is because of this. I see stories all the time of purebred APBT’s being labelled as mixes by veterinarians, or their pedigree questioned by strangers. Block-headed mystery mutts have become the face of Pit Bull’s. 

3) In the same vein as the previous point, people genuinely don’t realize that the APBT is an actual breed. I’ve had people tell me directly that there is no such thing as a Pit Bull breed. Using Pit Bull as an umbrella term is erasing an actual breed, their unique history, etc. 

4) If you’re looking for a way to describe a visual type, Bully Breed should do fine. It’s not an “official” classification, as far as I know, and can be used pretty liberally. It also makes it clear that you’re not referring to one, specific breed. Terrier can also work as a more “official” way to describe Pit’s and related breeds, but this would only work to include AmStaff’s and Staffies because other types like American Bully’s and American Bulldog’s aren’t terriers.

5) If people don’t think Pit Bull is a breed then why do people describe dogs as “Pit Bull mix,” and the like? This argument isn’t perfect, I do see people use “Terrier Mix” or “Shepherd Mix” also but this can relate back to point one. 

6) Going off of points 1 and 5, Pit Bull’s and “visually similar” breeds aren’t classed the same was as other breed’s and mixes. Let’s say three different “Pit Bull type” dogs bite someone they’re all lumped together for the sake of recording bite statics, regarding their actually lineage. Retriever’s, Shepherd’s, Spitz, etc and their assumed mixes don’t get recorded the same way. Using Pit Bull as an umbrella term, to describe a visual type and ignore the autonomy of different breeds and mutts, drastically inflates bite statistics in a way other breeds, and mixes, don’t have to worry about.

7) Following the last point, but separate just to break up the text, Pit Bull’s and Bully Breed’s are not the same as other dos because of how they’re treated and viewed. If you call a Miniature American Shepherd an Australian Shepherd there’s probably not going to be any social repercussions. The MAS isn’t going to be more likely to be euthanized because of the mislabeling, the owner probably won’t be denied housing based on having a perceived Aussie when they really have a MAS, etc. I don’t think mislabeling and misrepresenting other breed’s is a good thing to do, don’t get me wrong, but it doesn’t have the same danger as misrepresenting Pit Bull’s and Bully Breeds.

I think I’ve managed to put together something that is marginally coherent, so here you go.