I apologize for the lack of posts this month. I’ve been travelling, working, and slowly losing my mind. I started this post last week and now I’m finishing it because it still rings true.
There are a few things I love dearly in life. Hanging out with dogs is one of them, and it’s even better when those dogs happen to be of the bullie variety. At some point in my life, I fully intend to start my own pit bull rescue.
Naturally, every time I read stories like this, my heart sinks a little because I know that the anti-pit bull fervor will go back up to a fever pitch and that a whole bunch of ignorant things about pits will make it into the media, thus perpetuating the “pit bull=bloodthirsty killer” stereotype.
