I volunteer at the SPCA and a LOT of the dogs there are pit bull or pit bull mixes. Their owners were obviously idiots who didn’t care about them, got them for looks, bad rep, or fighting, then lost them and didn’t bother to look for them. To a dog, they lack socialization, so I feel like the behaviors we see with them is indicative of how pit bulls behave by default, without proper training.
They love people. They want to be loved. They desperately want to bond with someone. However, you have to tell them who’s boss, because they damn near all are physically aggressive-- NOT hostile, per se, but aggressive, either mouthy or jump on you or play really hardcore, or something like that, because they don’t know any better. This is off-putting, and should be. If you don’t know how to handle this, you should not adopt one. They are also very often dog and cat aggressive and once they have that problem into adulthood, I have heard and found it’s hard to train out unless you’re an experienced and dedicated dog owner.
I am not in favor of breed banning. I agree it’s the owner, not the breed. I personally find pit bulls so cute and loving and have all the basic building blocks of wonderful pets. HOWEVER, they are attractive to idiots who mistreat or neglect them, so their tendencies are unchecked and they wind up in trouble.
The quintessential pit bull story, 100% true: a pit bull I worked with at the shelter randomly, out of the blue, showed up at my house, twice. TWICE. He had severe border anxiety and would press his tongue up against the glass door of his cell at the shelter, drooling continuously. The first time I saw him, I thought someone had spilled a bucket of soapy water in his room-- it was pouring out from under the door. Intensely gross. He was originally owned by people who couldn’t spend enough time with him, and he got separation anxiety. He was incredibly strong though small, and broke out of their house to run wild in the street. They gave him up to the shelter.
This dog, Petey, was so sweet. He’d always sit in my lap and nuzzle my ear. I wanted to adopt him but he was intensely dog aggressive, and probably cat aggressive, so that was out.
One day, I was outside and I saw him in my yard. WTF? The shelter is about 5 miles away. He had broken the crate of his foster home AND the door of their house, crossed a highway, and come over. I recognized that face and brought him back to the shelter.
Two days later, I’m out with my dog, and suddenly I hear that horrendous sound of dogs fighting. Sasha, my dog, comes running up the lawn, and there’s Petey hard on her heels. Seemed like he was trying to, um, get to know her, in the Biblical sense. She (all 85 pounds of her) was not having it. They ran into my porch and fought there in front of me, to my fucking illimitible horror. I foolishly jumped between them, grabbed Petey’s collar, let Sasha in the house. Immediately, Petey stopped being aggressive. While I called the dog officer, Petey drooled on the outside of my porch door, then sat in my lap on the porch, kissing me, until the officer arrived. Sasha was somehow uninjured, probably because Petey never really intended to harm her.
I didn’t even know what to think, except POOR BASTARD. And damn whoever owned him before, because that was a wonderful dog screwed over by no training and thus highly unadoptable behavior. Imagine if it wasn’t me whose dog he attacked but someone with a gun…
Dogs like this give pits their reputation for being loose cannons. Yes, laws about dog breeding training are the answer, but there seem to be so many damaged dogs out there and so few people willing and able to help them. This is why people want them banned. I’m not saying I agree, but I understand where they’re coming from. No?
The happy ending to this story is that Petey finally did get adopted. I was so happy for him.