and my cherry is now broken

this would be my first ever blog. hopefully of many. ive enjoyed reading many of yours, so i thought why the hell not.

i guess random thoughts are supposed to appear on this. i guess now im on the spot ive got not much to say. man i hate that.

anyway, the distorted pic above this you see is my dog, dixie. yes she is a pitbull. and no she is not mean. i never wanted a pit, all my friends had them and they didnt pay enough attention to them to make them behave. i thought i had no use for them. one day my friends came by my work after i was done and picked me up to hang out. they had gotten this little red, sleepy, super cute puppy from another friend who could not keep her. that was not her first owner though. she was given to that person by someone who found her in a dumpster looking for something to eat. someone had put her in a dumpster when she was barely old enough to be away from her mother. poor thing was skin and bones when they found her. nobody could keep her. everyone had some reason to not be able to have a great dog like her. i knew she was a pit. i saw all my friends pits fight eachother all the time and i didnt care for that type of aggressive nature in dogs. i like calm ones.

anyway, i sat down in the back seat of my friends truck and she instantly came to me and laid down on my lap and went to sleep. im a big softy when it comes to animals. grew up on a hobby farm. had everything from chickens and cows to ferrets and parrots. her soft fur, her little puppy breath on my leg. even then she had a little snore. she put on some weight since she got taken from her hobo home. she was now a healthy little puddle of snooze. tiny little puppy with a fat head and big feet. she was really cute. i was living at my parents house with her and some cats, a horse, donkeys, chickens, a goose, and two peacocks. my parents were living at another house so i had to take care of her myself. i got a large pen for her and put a peice of plywood over it so she had some shade other then her dog house. my first day i left her outside all day on a hot day i was worried about her at work. i rushed home to see her laying in front of her pen door like she was dead. i got closer and noticed her hair had went from a chocolate brown to a red and blonde streak look. she was fine. just baking herself in the sun. now she lays belly up in the yard all day when its sunny out. so much so her bald belly gets tanned.

she always was sweet and well behaved. came every time i called her, didnt need to be potty trained. i remember one time when i was sleeping, she was cuddled up next to me in bed. i woke up and was getting ready for work and stepped in a pile of poop. apparently i didnt wake up when she wanted me to so she shit on my floor. i looked at her and said "did you shit on the floor?". she was lying on the bed still stretching and yawning when i said it. as soon as i said it her eyes shot open and she crawled forward and half hid herself under my pillow. how can you be mad at that?

she always got along with the cats. she wanted to play a bit rough with them so i had to regulate that. but she has never hurt a cat. and thats unheard of from alot of pits. the love to attack small animals. just because they run away from them. she is great with kids. she naps with my niece when she comes over to my parents. she goes to my grandparents house with me when i go home and goes directly to the "treat cupboard" and waits for grandma. my whole family loves her. and she loves everyone. great dog.

the thing that sucks is i have an apartment. so i have to keep her with my parents. which is good for her since my mom is retired and home all the time with her. not to mention the other two dogs they have keep her company along with all the other animals. ive missed out on over two years of my dogs life because i dont have a place where i can keep her. i steal her on weekends now and then to have a sleepover. but its always harder to leave then when i drop her off because i say goodbye to my parents and the other dogs, then i say goodbye to her. tell her to be good and take care of mom. and she still follows me to where i have to almost push her back into the door so i can close it in time to leave.

this is going to sound sappy, but she is my best friend. now i know why they say "mans best friend". its true. i used to like cats. but now i dont because i have had my own dog. they are loyal, dependant, and always happy to see you. this sounds bad, but even if hitler had a dog, that dog would love him to no end. well, depending on how he treated it of coarse.

the big issue is that my parents called me a month ago telling me i needed to find a home for her. apparantly insurance companies will not insure your house if you have a pitbull. first of all, thank you to all you thugs and morons out there who dont know how to raise a kid let alone a dog for allowing them to behave poorly. and im sorry to anyone who has something bad happen to them or someone close to them by a pitbull. but dont blame my dog. ten percent is the dog, 70 percent is the owner, and twenty percent is the situation the dog is in. DON'T BUY A PITBULL. they are hell to raise in some ways. the reward can be great, but get a mutt. much less to worry about.

anyway, thank god my grandparents took her for awhile till she can go back home. she now bounces from house to house within the family. she loves it. its like christmas for her every day. treats constantly.

well i could go on forever, but this is a blog, not a novel. just thought i would tell everyone about my dog since she will remain my blog headline.

later.