Pit Bulls have always had a bad reputation for being vicious dogs. Any dog can become vicious if neglected or abused – which Bonnie is not. She is the sweetest dog – at least to humans. I have seen a side of her that lives up to the name of a female dog.
Levi is the name of the man who has
built our deck and back room. He has a
dog named Roxy – also sweet and probably kind of dumb like Bonnie. Unlike Bonnie – who is quite overweight –
Roxy is skin and bones. She does look
like she hasn’t had a good meal for a while – but she also has little interest
in eating or playing with dog toys. She
would like affection and loves to chase the chickens. Bonnie, on the other
hand, seemed intimidated by the mass amount of chickens that used to come into
our yard. Now she decided that she can
not only chase the chickens but catch them in her teeth.
The chickens used to follow her. Now they run from her – with good
reason. She has killed one chicken which
I buried because I didn’t want Bonnie to end up choking on her bones. That would be cruel irony, wouldn’t it?
Today she went after Mitch and Cheryl
but I held her back. I really would not
miss Mitch’s pathetic attempts at crowing but not at the expense of having his
corpse in my yard at the hand (bite) of our dog. But then again, the chickens should have
never been allowed to roam into our yard in the first place.
Bonnie has an itch that she can’t seem
to locate. She moves her head back and
forth and makes growling sounds as though she is getting ready to attack. The problem comes and goes. I remember her bobbing her head from side to
side when we first got her. But I don’t
recall her growling until recently.
Still loves to take walks and yearns
for human affection from everyone. But
she doesn’t want to share that attention with any female dogs – though another
male dog is okay. I don’t want her
killing cats or chickens or earning the reputation of the stereotyped pit. She really is a sweet dog. Wags her tail. Cleans the floor. Pulls on her leash. Fast and heavy.
