I was wearing At Your Quebec and Call last F2F.
I have Morbid!
'Sleeper'
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I was wearing At Your Quebec and Call last F2F.
I have Morbid!
The Morbid is gorgeous.
I do not need more green polish I do not need more blue polish I do not need more green polish I do not need more blue. No, I really do not. Want, on the other hand...
Now, assuming he is the age they think/say he is (13 mos), he is smaller than pit bulls usually are, so he's likely a mix. And I know there's a lot of bs hysteria about pit bulls and that some shelters obfuscate the breed name so that adoptable dogs won't be needlessly tainted by association.
Frankie is definitely a mix. His head is not wide enough, nor forehead high enough to be a full pit. He may be part pit, but whatever the other part(s) are can mediate a lot breed-tendency wise.
More than ANYthing smonster, I would not want you to go into your foster days being fearful of 'the beast that lurks within.' I know many, many pits and pit mixes who never exhibit the behaviors suggested by that website which. "pitlovers.com" seems anything but. I have pit clients who live just fine with cats and toddlers and other breeds.
If Frankie has been pegged as cat aggressive, that's one thing...and likely due to a lack of exposure, rather than breed issues. That is something you will need to test when you have him.
Did you read the pdf I sent you from Best Friends? That is some sound advice and should help you to navigate the early interactions effectively.
I will tell you that I helped to rescue a full pit puppy...one who probably got lost from a pit business (we've got 'em in the 'hood)...a couple of months ago, and were it not for Bartleby's particular sensitivities, that pooch would be living with us right now.
In fact, one of Michael Vick's fighter lives near me and visits my usual parks (scars and all) and is the sweetest, most docile creature you would ever hope to meet. AND her person has a cat.
I'm just saying. It's about the dog in front of you, not anything else.
Wow. At Your Quebec and Call is almost khaki. I wasn't expecting that.
I'm the last person to deny a goggie a good home, but Frankie's picture did make me dubious on behalf of the cats, smonster. They would probably be much less anxious with a more laid-back breed or mix.
Bev, I love your warm heart so much. But on behalf of a dog I don't even know, I need to say that there are lots of homes where pits/mixes co-habitate with cats and it's all copacetic. I think it really depends on the specific dog rather than the breed in general, as well as the owner's commitment to training the dog.
t edit Or, what Bonny said.
I bow to the ladies with Actual Experience. Listen to them!
Steph speaks wise.
And, not that it means anything, but in my years as the doggy lama I've been bitten exactly once...by a Dachshund.
I went back and read the bolding in your post again, smonster and, honestly, I would attribute those characteristics to Akita and Chows more than pits.
And just because it is worth repeating, I'm with Steph:
I need to say that there are lots of homes where pits/mixes co-habitate with cats and it's all copacetic. I think it really depends on the specific dog rather than the breed in general, as well as the owner's commitment to training the dog.
eta: HA. xpost of an xpost!
I own Craze. My mommy got it for me. I may throw a layer of that on over the black sparkle polish I'm currently wearing.
I think I may have to get them all. I started out with Glitz, and I maybe got a little obsessed. After that I grabbed Shield, and then on my last trip to Walgreens, Jade and Morbid.
My nails in Glitz [link]
I've been volunteering at the animal shelter here, and in a year and a half, there have been two dogs that my husband and I were unable to make friends with (and keep in mind that we manage, at most, a couple of hours a week).
One was a dachshund, and one was a dachshund mix.
My mom had a middle-aged cat when she adopted her pit. The first week that my mom brought Petey home, he did his grumbly, I'm-the-Alpha-Now routine to the cat...and the cat promptly bopped him on the nose to indicate that seniority is everything. And from then on, everything was fine.