Every Thanksgiving for the last I don’t know how long, my family—or part of it, at least—has celebrated Thanksgiving with our friends Carol and Jon, who live in Brooklyn, right in the shadow of the Manhattan Bridge. When we first knew them, they had a mellow rust-red pit bull named Ratchethead. After Ratchet moved on to the great dog bed in the sky, they adopted Ladybone, a pretty white pit with pale gray flecks on her sides and the approximate density of a neutron star.
Lady is well behaved, as dogs go—doesn’t bark, sits when you say "sit," never tries to grab food off the table—but she will also lean on you very hard if you sit on the couch—her couch, apparently—and she does drool, as shown here.
Very nice picture, and I like the sound of the dog too.
She’s a very sweet dog. But that’s not an accident, of course: she has sweet owners, and they know how to train dogs to behave well.
Bad dogs tend to belong to bad owners.
People don’t realize how sweet pit bulls are. I agree that bad dogs tend to belong to bad owners.
My daughter has a beautiful pit named “Mama”. She is so gentle and quite meek. Her only problem is that she gets very excited to see you and she jumps up on you (all 65 pounds of her). I have a blog about Mama. Read, “How Can I Stop Mama From Jumping On Me!”
Yep, they’re heavy dogs for their size—and all muscle, just like me.
No, really.
Now that you mention it, Ladybone did jump up to greet the one man who came to Thanksgiving, but I don’t think she jumped on his girlfriend, who has two dogs (pit bulls, I believe) of her own. So that may have been the dominance thing rather than pure excitement. She’s not a jumper in general, as far as I can recall.