tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35009181.post8475811270192389773..comments2024-02-28T23:27:13.346-08:00Comments on BAD RAP Blog: "She was, quite simply, the best." Pit bulls that inspireTimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17654993049959218916noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35009181.post-35761284409194881442010-04-27T15:51:54.813-07:002010-04-27T15:51:54.813-07:00Dianne - We think Elliot is planning to be a gentl...Dianne - We think Elliot is planning to be a gentle giant. He's huge, and his adult canines have only just started poking thru those pink puppy gums. Dog help me! I'm crazy in love with that dog, and he's being such a good friend to the pit bulls around here. He's on a raw diet, btw - and at this point, the fake doggy cupcakes get gobbled just as fast as the made-for-me cakes. But i don't like to share. ;-)Donnahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05881171300084907158noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35009181.post-90955411786424474482010-04-27T15:47:23.126-07:002010-04-27T15:47:23.126-07:00You're a gifted writer, 2 brits. Thank you for...You're a gifted writer, 2 brits. Thank you for walking us through your heart with this wonderful post. <br /><br />"The more we love, the more it hurts" -- terribly true. If I learned anything from my beloved Simon (who taught me a million lessons, btw), it's that we can survive the unthinkable separation that comes with death. Not only survive, but fall madly in love again. <br /><br />Best wishes to you and your Macy. May she continue to make you strong now and after she's slipped back home.Donnahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05881171300084907158noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35009181.post-6476122076518662172010-04-27T06:57:48.742-07:002010-04-27T06:57:48.742-07:00Thank you for the stories. What the heck are you ...Thank you for the stories. What the heck are you feeding that dog? Elliot is growing by leaps and bounds! The League had its big gala benefit Saturday night and Georgetown Cupcake made special cupcakes for the dogs. Several of the dogs made it clear they preferred the made-for-humans cupcakes. LOL.Diannehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02304293013670093540noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35009181.post-16114366457370498162010-04-26T17:23:37.743-07:002010-04-26T17:23:37.743-07:00It's always heart-wrenching to hear the passin...It's always heart-wrenching to hear the passing of a beloved dog, no matter the breed. But when it is a pit bull, who has inspired such humor and grace, well, you can't help but want to hug your own pooch tight and hope that he's drunk from the water bowl of immortality (of course the cat would have too). <br /><br />Such emotion is a mixed bag, it reminds us that our hearts are still beating and that we have much to do to help find that next muse. But it also brings tears to our eyes at work and makes the people around us wonder what is going on. <br /><br />But as all dog owners know, our loving dog's mortal coil might be shed, but their indomitable spirits never leave the families they love. <br /><br />Donna, thank you for sharing these stories.<br /><br />Leila & Quizz<br />Richmond, VAAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35009181.post-20253420628959553332010-04-26T16:34:03.776-07:002010-04-26T16:34:03.776-07:00Whenever I read about the death of a dog now, tear...Whenever I read about the death of a dog now, tears spring to my eyes and my heart bleeds a little more. Having just lost our boy, Hurricane in January, I am still in that grieving state.<br /><br />Our girl Macy has cancer, and arthritis and breathes a lot harder these days. I am dreading that dreadful day as it draws oh so much closer. I feel that Macy saved my life. After moving here 12 years ago from the UK I knew no-one. My husband would go off to work and I would stay home, or wander the parks and beaches. I wasn't able to work at the time because of the visa we were on and the only people I met were students or seniors. I was a 29 year old, lonely woman who needed purpose. I felt so homesick for friends and family that by the end of that first year I was almost on the verge of depression. <br /><br />A friend of my husband was looking for a dog and on one of the rescue sites they saw Macy a 10 month old pit bull with a shy look to her. My husband fell in love and we pleaded with our then landlord to have a dog. He agreed! I remember going to pick her up and she immediately came running out of the cage, bowled me over with licks to the face (so much for shy). <br /><br />Macy gave me purpose, she got me out of the house, she got me to go running, she made me lose weight, but most of all she became the friend that I so badly needed. Macy is an ambassador for the breed, turning so many people towards the breed instead of away from the breed. In fact it was because of her our good friends adopted Graffeo, a bad rap alumni. A story about Macy was published in the local paper after I had written to them about how disgusted I was that racism was still abound in our sleepy little beach town. After a man accused me of being "crazy to own one of those dogs". He didn't know me or Macy, he didn't know that she was a canine good citizen or regularly took part in agility, he looked at her and made a judgement, a poor judgement. It was because of this incident I pledged I would do as much as I could to bring the real story of pitties to as many people as I could.<br /><br />I feel Peter De Séve and Maureen Murray's pain. I feel it deeply, it wrenches at me. I feel Hurricane around me, I wait for the padding of his feet to follow me around the house, I miss the sound of his excited bark when he heard us open the garage door. I miss him so much but like the others in this post, I am happy that he was part of my life and that we were able to rescue him from an overcrowded shelter where after 3 months he was sitting on death row. He had 9 happy years with a family that loved him very much.2 Brits, 2 Yanks, 2 Dogshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15407901798421787299noreply@blogger.com