Jamee's story
"I've had pitbulls since I was born, and I was raised with them. I have four dogs right now; one's a chihuahua and the other three are pit bulls. They all love each other, and they all sleep together too! The three pit bull's names are Rosie (when she was 3, my mom had a rose garden and she came up to us with a rose on her nose, hence the name), Roxie, and Blue. They enjoy playing with people, and get along well with others. My cousin, Chloe, is 7 and she loves to play with them. My dad's girlfriend's kids (4&7) love them too. I think it's all about how you raise them. They're not mean like people make them out to be.
REddit ReachOut
I decided to reach out to the subreddit dedicated to pit bulls over at Reddit and ask owners why they loved their dogs. Below is a collection of their responses.
He showed me what unconditional love was.
He is extremely well adjusted, tolerant, and happy. He just wants to play and be loved like any other dog.
He has the goofiest smile ever.
He is extremely smart, learns on his own quickly just through simple repetition.
He loves my cat, despite the fact that my cat hates him.
The negative stereotype regarding the breed is a fine example of media sensationalism designed to create ratings and hysteria. Generally I look down on people who have an extremely negative opinion about Pit Bulls, despite never having even met one, or without even being able to identify what exactly is a pitbull. When I encounter these people, I automatically file them in my "Brainless sheep" category and I ignore them.
I have been a dog owner all my life. I've had german shepherds, a golden retriever, a samyed, two basset hounds and a handful of mutts. And, while I loved each of those dogs with all my heart, nothing can compare to my two pitbulls.
I have to admit, I was someone who didn't understand them. I believed all of the myths. But then I met one and he was such a wonderful dog. He wasn't at ALL what I was led to believe. So I started doing research and learned what great dogs they really are. When our golden and basset passed away, we began looking for a pitty. We started with one (a little girl named Reo) and, a year later, adopted another (a beefy boy named Biggie).
They are sweet, loving and wonderful dogs. They get along with other dogs, love people (including being very gentle with children) and are incredibly smart and trainable. I will be a pibble guy for life.
Was exposed to all the notorious stories of pits and never wanted one. When mine came into my life, it completely changed my perspective. A friend of mine had rescued a dog that had been used as a fighter, escaped and became pregnant. When I saw the litter I immediately connected with the breed.
The momma's fighting and aggressive tendencies turned into compassion and love in her new environment at my friend's house. I learned that these dogs are super responsive to their owners and you get out what you put in. Now I've got a dog that loves me unconditionally and has done no harm to any person/animal since the rescue.
They are incredibly smart, compassionate, energetic and have a lot to teach you about social life. Not sure where I would be nowadays without my dog. Truly changed my life for the better physically, mentally, socially and emotionally.
I love my pit. She's always down for anything I'm doing. I have very little consistency in my life. I'm always trying new things. No matter what I do I bring my dog. With zero training or experience ive taken my dog on boats, on hikes, to party's, canoeing, couch potatoeing, bike riding etc, etc. No matter what i get her into she always surprises me with how well she adapts. She's an amazing dog and I wouldn't trade her for anything.
And thats coming from a guy who only five years ago would have sided with the anti pitbull people. In January 2011, circumstances put this tiny, near death puppy into my hands. I decided to take care of it until it was healthy enough to pawn off on someone else. Fast forward to now and here I am trying to type this out on my phone with a 65 lb pit trying to crawl under my shirt,