For every rational person, there's an emotional, narrow minded, "Everyone is bad!", over reactive person. Especially in certain counties. Counties where people have too much time on their hands; like Marin County.
O.k. What's up with the vitriol dude?
Over the years I have owned some large breed dogs. A Bull Mastiff, and two rescued pit bull/American bull dog mixes. They were all over 140 lbs. All three dogs wanted nothing to do with anything within 8 feet of my truck.
I had them at different points in my life. The pit bull mixes went to dog obedience school, but didn't do well. I was talked into putting one on Proxax for behavioral problems. Hell, at one point we were both on the same SSRI.
The problem with my dogs is they were very territorial. I tried to socialize the pit bull mixes, but by the time the the vaccines had time to build up an immunity; it was just to late for socialization, or obedience school success. They were too set in their ways, and didn't want to be around other dogs, or certain people without my presence. They just didn't like anyone near my truck, or within 8 feet of it.
I didn't like to leave my dogs in their backyard, so I would take them out on the weekends, and after work. Sue me!
I would sometimes do errands with them.
I would park my truck, with a Leer shell, filled with bowls of water, and two windows open, with custom grating on the sliding Windows, under a tree, or a remote area with shade. I was never gone more than 20 minutes.
They were never in danger of overheating. The "the over-reactors" always seemed to assume the worse. This one lady accused me of going to work, and leaving my dogs in the truck all day. Another accused me of leaving my dogs in a hot vechicle, and was in the process of calling the Humane Society, as I took off.
It only happened two times I know of, but it hurt. Those dogs were never in any danger. I treated those dogs like babies.
After everything I just wrote, I'm still glad they have that law about breaking windows.
I can guarantee this, if anyone decided to break the plexiglass widows on my Leer shell, or cut the wire over the windows; that "know-it-all" would not be alive. My dogs would have tore them to pieces.
I think the moral of the story is don't assume. Don't stereotype. Don't always assume the worse.
(I am now I a bad mood, and miss my dogs. They all lived to old age, but passed. I miss them more than my father. Now--that's not right? You didn't have my father. Good night people.)
I can guarantee this, if anyone decided to break the plexiglass widows on my Leer shell, or cut the wire over the windows; that "know-it-all" would not be alive.
Pittie-Mastiff came to live at our house as of February. Friendliest guy, loves everyone he meets. I stop at the Korean grocery down the street a lot, talk to the owners all the time as best their limited English allows. Had Brody in the car one day, owner expresses interest in saying "hi". "Sure, he loves everyone", I said as the guy approached the open window. Whoops, Brody loves everyone as long as they STAY THE HELL AWAY FROM HIS CAR. No harm, no foul, and now we know better.
But I pity the fool who thinks they're going to "save" Brody from the car that's parked in the shade in the blistering 70F Seattle heat.
O.k. What's up with the vitriol dude?
Over the years I have owned some large breed dogs. A Bull Mastiff, and two rescued pit bull/American bull dog mixes. They were all over 140 lbs. All three dogs wanted nothing to do with anything within 8 feet of my truck.
I had them at different points in my life. The pit bull mixes went to dog obedience school, but didn't do well. I was talked into putting one on Proxax for behavioral problems. Hell, at one point we were both on the same SSRI.
The problem with my dogs is they were very territorial. I tried to socialize the pit bull mixes, but by the time the the vaccines had time to build up an immunity; it was just to late for socialization, or obedience school success. They were too set in their ways, and didn't want to be around other dogs, or certain people without my presence. They just didn't like anyone near my truck, or within 8 feet of it.
I didn't like to leave my dogs in their backyard, so I would take them out on the weekends, and after work. Sue me!
I would sometimes do errands with them. I would park my truck, with a Leer shell, filled with bowls of water, and two windows open, with custom grating on the sliding Windows, under a tree, or a remote area with shade. I was never gone more than 20 minutes.
They were never in danger of overheating. The "the over-reactors" always seemed to assume the worse. This one lady accused me of going to work, and leaving my dogs in the truck all day. Another accused me of leaving my dogs in a hot vechicle, and was in the process of calling the Humane Society, as I took off.
It only happened two times I know of, but it hurt. Those dogs were never in any danger. I treated those dogs like babies.
After everything I just wrote, I'm still glad they have that law about breaking windows.
I can guarantee this, if anyone decided to break the plexiglass widows on my Leer shell, or cut the wire over the windows; that "know-it-all" would not be alive. My dogs would have tore them to pieces.
I think the moral of the story is don't assume. Don't stereotype. Don't always assume the worse.
(I am now I a bad mood, and miss my dogs. They all lived to old age, but passed. I miss them more than my father. Now--that's not right? You didn't have my father. Good night people.)