"A breed of satin and steel. Pit bulls are a mixture of softness and strength, an uncanny canine combination of fun, foolishness, and serious business, all wrapped up in love."

-D. Caroline Coile

Sunday, September 25, 2011

I'm a Pit Bull Mom

Love this post from Lucky Dog Rescue Blog:

My dog, Riley
My name is Ashley, and I'm a Pit Bull Mom.

My son's name is Riley, an American Pit Bull Terrier. Obviously, he's a rescue dog, and of course, he's awesome.

I also have a crew of amazing Pit Bull babies at Lucky Dog Rescue. They are each loving, fun, and special. If you're looking to adopt a dog, my Pit Bulls are incredible... and so are the millions of wonderful Pit Bulls waiting in animal shelters across the country. You should adopt one.

I'm ridiculously proud of each of my babies, and I wouldn't trade them for the world. But I won't lie to you... Life is different when you're a Pit Bull Mom. Not because of the dogs... but because of the people who hate them.

When I take one of my rescue dogs, like a Lab or a Hound mix, out for a walk, everyone in the area wants to meet them: "What a cute dog! What's her name? She's so sweet!" Car rides result in lots of smiles and waves. Trips to the vet are filled with attention and praise from the other clients. For those dogs... outings are special, fun, and exciting.

But when I take one of my Pit Bulls anywhere... it's a much different story. On walks, others will intentionally and rudely cross the street to avoid any contact. Many of them will nervously jog until they get past us. In the car, other drivers glare and point. At the vet, clients cling to their children and quickly head for the door.

When I'm out with my Pit Bulls, I'm forced to endure rude comments, open criticism, and sheer ignorance. I've been questioned many times, I've been debated in public areas, and I've been made to feel like a criminal... simply because I love these amazing dogs. True story... and it sucks.

Here are a couple of basic examples: One day, a woman stopped me on my walk, as my angel Riley was smiling and prancing along, and she said: "You've got some kind of nerve walking that Pit Bull around this neighborhood. There are children here, for Christ's sake."

Oh my goodness! Are you serious?! There are children here?? Wow! They've really kept that secret safe! Thanks for the heads-up, lady! That loud playtime screaming never quite tipped me off about the kids. Whew... thank God for this leash, right?! Or should we thank Christ? You seem to know Him best... using His "sake" so freely and all. Either way.. there's no telling how many children my super-vicious-child-destroyer would lick without this tiny-ass restraint. By the way... do you see how his tail is wagging right now? That means he likes you... despite your unflattering hatred. My opinion of you... a little different.

Another woman at the vet's office once said: "How dare you bring a Pit Bull to the vet's office?"

Hmmm... well.... let me think. I guess I did that... mostly because... it's a VET'S OFFICE... you know... for pets and junk. It appears that you brought a rat here. Oh wait... sorry. That's a dog. My mistake.

Like I said, life is different as a Pit Bull Mom. Some people will judge you. Others will berate you. A lot of people will hate your child... and they'll hate you for having them.

It's painful... when people hate your baby... this innocent little soul who has done nothing to deserve the judgment. It's heartbreaking... to watch your dog joyfully approach a stranger for attention... then to see that stranger talk down to them in disgust or walk away in fear. It's sickening... to think of what these dogs have been through in their lives... and to know that the forgiveness and love flowing from their hearts isn't enough to make them amazing to others.

Hearing all of this... it may sound like it's not worth it to become a Pit Bull Mom. Well, in truth, it's beyond worth it.

Honestly... if it wasn't worth it, why would I do it? Would I really put my reputation... my life... on the line for a vicious, killer dog?? Would I really use every breath I have to save them... if it wasn't worth it??

Throughout my life, I've known every breed of dog there is to know, as well as thousands of different mixes. And when I adopt a dog, I've chosen the Pit Bull. That should tell you something. Why would I choose the most "aggressive" breed for my own personal dog?? Seriously... ask yourself... what do I have to gain by fighting for a "vicious" breed?

If the stories about them were actually true, and they were simply going to prove me wrong... then not only would I lose every ounce of credibility I have... but I'd also be putting myself in immense danger on a daily basis. WHY would I ever do that???

I subject myself to the scrutiny and judgment... because their love is worth it. Healing the pain in their hearts is worth it. Presenting the truth is worth it. The amazingness they bring into my life far outweighs any criticism I could ever receive. These dogs are loyal. They're intelligent. They're fun. And they're awesome.

Being a Pit Bull Mom is different. It's not always easy, but it's always worth it. Anyone can be a dog mom. But it takes a really special mom... to be a Pit Bull Mom.

By Ashley Owen Hill

Wednesday, September 21, 2011

The Real Tale Behind BSL

This is the story behind the story... of the lives behind the laws. Welcome to their hell: BSL.

Breed Specific Legislation (BSL) refers to a law or ordinance passed within a given jurisdiction, which restricts or bans the ownership of specific breeds of dogs.

In some jurisdictions, specified breeds are banned completely, meaning that ownership of a banned breed is prohibited and illegal within that jurisdiction.

In other areas, ownership of these breeds is "restricted." While restrictions vary by jurisdiction, here's the basic premise: owners of a banned breed must comply with a long list of (ridiculous) requirements, including, but not limited to, the following: registering the dog as a "vicious" or "dangerous" animal, purchasing a high-dollar liability insurance policy for the pet, mandatory muzzling of the dog in public, mandatory requirements for "containment" of the animal... the list goes on and on. Possession of a "dangerous" breed can also lead to the denial or loss of homeowner's insurance, or eviction by landlord.

BSL affects many breeds, including Boxers, Rottweilers, Bulldogs, Chows, Shepherds, and Huskies. The most highly affected breed? The Pit Bull.

First of all, keep in mind that "Pit Bull" isn't really a breed at all. Sure... we all use the term to describe certain dogs with certain characteristics, but in actuality, the term "Pit Bull" represents at least 3 different breeds: the American Pit Bull Terrier, the American Staffordshire Terrier, and the Staffordshire Bull Terrier.

Therefore, the term "Pit Bull" is essentially the same idea as saying "Retriever" or "Spaniel." It's not an actual breed. It means nothing.

So, therein lies the first problem... our society is banning a "breed" that isn't even a "breed" at all. Does this sound logical? No. Does it sound ignorant as hell? Absolutely.

Secondly, in restricted areas, owners of these breeds are required to register their dog --who has never exhibited any signs of being "dangerous" or "vicious"-- as a dangerous or vicious animal. They're required to pay thousands of dollars for liability insurance that serves no real purpose and has no justification. They're required to muzzle and restrain a pet who never has --and never would-- hurt anyone. Does this make sense? No. Does it sound completely ass-backwards? You bet.

In areas where ownership is banned entirely, owners of these breeds are forced to give up their dogs in order to remain in their towns. Does this sound justified? Negative. Does it scream "I'm with stupid?" You got it, dude.

Sure... it's very easy for the rest of us to sit back and say, "If this happened in my area, I would just move." But honestly, it isn't that easy for everyone. Our economy sucks. Jobs are scarce. Homes don't always sell. People can't just pick-up and move at the drop of a hat, and they're given no other option.

And that's why, each year, thousands upon thousands of "Pit Bulls" are being ripped from their homes and their families. Many of them end up dead in the animal shelter. The rest of them end up with me, or with other dog rescues like me.

I can sit here and vent all day about these ridiculous, unwarranted laws and the ignorant injustice that drives them. But that's all been done before. So now, I want to talk about the dogs... and what BSL looks like for them...

I've seen the impact of BSL on so many Pit Bulls... and I've witnessed what it does to these loving, deserving dogs. Let me first say this: it's extremely difficult to find an amazing home for any Pit Bull in the first place. Trust me... I know. Because... no matter how hard I try, societal bias has reduced the adoptive pool for these dogs down to the size of a tiny teardrop.

So, each day, millions of Pit Bulls across the country wait for hope to arrive. Some of them have been waiting for years. Others... for days... with only days left to live. For most of them... that hope will never come. But for a lucky few, a family will finally look at them and say, "You're one of us now. Let's go home."

I've seen the joy on their faces in that moment... as they shower their new families with love for the first time... love that's been waiting in their hearts all their lives. I've seen the relief in their innocent little eyes, as the nightmare finally ends. I've watched them happily prance out of the animal shelter... toward the future they never thought they'd have...

Then... I've seen them come back, when a new breed ban strips away their family and forces them from their home. I've seen the pain, the abandonment, and the despair. I've witnessed the utter devastation.

I've seen what most people don't see. I've stared into the face of BSL... into the eyes of the hearts it breaks. I've tried to pick up the pieces... to repair the damage of what our government has done to these innocent dogs. But no matter how hard I try... I'm never able to fully to fix what was broken...

I've watched them wait... every single day... for their families to return for them. I've cried uncontrollably, because I know what they don't know. Their families won't be back. No one will come for them. They will never go home again.

I've witnessed innocence at its most heartbreaking level... the innocence of those who have done nothing wrong... but were still punished for the crime. I comfort their sadness, with promises of a better future... knowing all the while... that I can never really be certain of my vows to them...

Because in my heart, I know the truth... at any time, BSL can appear in any city, in any county, in any state in America. Its impact can be sudden--without warning-- and just that quickly, these dogs can be right back in this very moment. A heart can only break so many times...

I bust my ass to save these Pit Bulls, because they have no other hope. Then, I bust my ass to find them amazing homes... to give them the lives they deserve. And eventually, I do send each of them off to their own special future...

But no matter how much I do or how hard I try... I can't stop BSL from stealing those futures. If I can save them... but no one can adopt them... then how can I give them the lives they truly deserve? I save them for one reason: to give them forever. Then, I'm forced to watch... as BSL suddenly, wrongfully, and tragically rips forever from their hearts.

This week, I found out that another of my babies will have her own forever taken away due to BSL. She'll be ripped from the only real home she's ever known... and returned to me. I'll be left to pick up the pieces of a heart, so broken... it may never fully heal. And every day... I'll have to watch her wait... for a family that won't ever come back for her...

Each day, my baby will beg me to take her home. But I'll know... that she will never go home again...

I'm asking each of you to help me end this injustice. We have to unite, stand up, and fight BSL. Even if you don't own a Pit Bull yourself, your dog's breed could be the next on the list. Your city... your county could be next.
BSL threatens your family... it threatens my family... my dog, Riley, and all of my rescue babies.

I'm tired of picking up the pieces of BSL. I'm tired of saying, "I'm sorry" for things I didn't do. I'm tired of looking into the desperate eyes of a dog who just wants to go home...

Knowing all the while... that they can never go home again...

I can't fight it alone. I'm just one tiny soldier. This will take an army. Please join me in saying, "NO MORE."

By Ashley Owen Hill

Monday, September 19, 2011

PBRC Poppy Mart Auction

PBRC's on-line auction, Poppy Mart 2011 is finally here. Through September 25, you can bid on over 700 exciting items for auction! Dog stuff, people stuff, gifts, jewelry and collectibles. There is something for every taste and wallet.

Pit Bull Rescue Central, Inc. (PBRC), a 501(c)3 organization, started its eighth annual on-line auction at 10:30PM Eastern (7:30PM Pacific) , on September 18th, 2011. All proceeds from Poppy Mart will go directly to PBRC's Fund - which finances Pit Bull Spay/Neuter; assists with medical procedures beyond the financial reach of rescuers, caretakers, owners and shelters; and supports the website that enables us to list dogs for adoption and provide educational resources. PBRC is staffed entirely by unpaid volunteers.

We are once again using eBay as our venue. To register for the auction and for instructions - Register Here! (Note: Everyone bidding needs to register with eBay.) If you are already registered with eBay, all you need to do is start bidding! Before you bid, we ask that you review our Auction Guidelines page.

Please visit our sponsor page to support our generous donors. PoppyMart would not be possible without the many retail vendors, volunteers, and friends who donated to PBRC's auction.

Click this link to go directly to PoppyMart!

Please note that the individual auctions will end at approximately 10:30PM Eastern (7:30PM Pacific), September 25th. The start and end times were changed this year to allow more bidders to be present for the closing bidding. Feel free to contact us at fundraising@pbrc.net with any questions!

-Pit Bull Rescue Central

Love and Loyalty

A mother loses her son, but shares a healing bond with his pit bull.

                                   By Kathy Weller (Reprinted from StubbyDog.org)

The first time I met Baley she was so small, she fit in my son’s hand.

As you can see, she has grown to be a beautiful red-nose pit bull that is loved by so many. She truly is a nanny dog. She’s entertained my friend’s 18-month-old baby who brings her toys, and she sneaks in kisses. The baby laughs so hard when this happens that he gets all of us laughing.

Baley and my son John came to live with us a few years ago. She stayed by my son’s side when he was in his room, in a chair or in bed. When my son would fall asleep, she would snuggle up with him to get warm. It became such a habit that he would lift the covers in his sleep when he felt her nose touch him.

The morning of April 29, 2009, she laid waiting in his bed for him to come out of the bathroom. Sadly, he never did; he died during the night from a drug overdose.

Baley and I grieved together for the love of our lives. It was so hard on her. I tried to comfort her the best I could while dealing with my own grief. We had to get rid of his truck because when she saw it each day, she went running to greet him the way she used to when he was alive. She seemed so disappointed to see that he wasn’t there.

After some time, Baley started feeling a little better and so did I. She knew I was going to take care of her. She is now my princess, and I love on her every chance I get.

Prior to my son’s death, we got ourselves a little guy named Buddy. He is a little black and white bundle of joy and Baley’s best friend. She lets him bite her lips, her legs, and she flips over so he feels like he’s tough. He can do anything to her because he is her best friend and the leader of the pack. She goes by whatever he wants to do.

As far as our shared grief, Baley and I are better each day – but some days we have our heavy thoughts of John. On those days, we just let ourselves feel the grief.

We have this rock in our backyard and Baley loves to stand on it. She acts like she’s queen of the yard. It’s a joy to see her standing there.

I have heard all the stories, heard all the bad things pit bulls do, but I have never had such a sweet dog. I will defend them until the day I die. I believe it’s all how they are treated.

I say you want a wonderful pet – loving, dependable, adores you and is your best friend –get a pit bull and treat them right.

Wednesday, September 14, 2011

From Homeless to Hero

Nearly euthanized in the shelter, Rocco now pays it forward as a therapy dog.

                                   By Valerie Wilson (Reprinted from StubbyDog.org)

My American Pit Bull Terrier, Rocco, is a working boy. He is a certified therapy dog with Pets on Wheels of central Maryland.

I got Rocco as a 13-week-old puppy that I found from an urgent post on Facebook. His whole litter was on death row slated for euthanasia just for being pit bulls. A rescue in Virginia pulled them from the shelter, and I adopted the scared puppy from them. He was so nervous at first that he would run from us.

I enrolled him in eight months of classes from puppy classes through therapy dog training, and he came out of his shell and graduated with a certificate as a therapy dog.

Rocco is now 1.5 years old and has been with Pets on Wheels since last fall. He visits nursing homes, colleges, military bases and a library where he works with kids. Every month he goes to the library for the Paws to Read program. The kids read to him and their reading skills get better because they feel more comfortable reading to a dog versus reading in front of their peers at school. I have even had a couple of parents tell me that Rocco has helped their children to overcome their fear of dogs. He is mellow and gentle with them.

Of course Rocco is a great breed spokesman. When people find out that their child is snuggling with a pit bull and they see first hand what a kind, gentle dog he is, it makes a great impression for people, many who have never seen any image of the breed other than the bad portrayal on the local news.

I am certainly proud to have Rocco do this work and to help the community in any way that he can. Rocco is a great example of how a dog that was once in need of help can return the favor and greatly improve the lives of those around him.

See Rocco on Facebook.

Tuesday, September 13, 2011

Age Doesn't Matter

A family finds that a senior dog from the famed Ohio 200 case is the perfect addition to their pack.

By Lark McIntosh (Reprinted from StubbyDog.org)

A few years ago I was a stay-at-home mom to busy teenagers. I was feeling lonely, so I decided it was time to look for a best friend.

I had dogs as a child, but not as an adult, and I had spent a lot of time daydreaming about getting an English bulldog.

As my husband and I discussed the opportunity, we concluded we’d also be open to getting other breeds.

One day my husband John came home from work and said, “What do you think about adopting a pit bull?”

“You’ve lost your mind,” I said.

I, like so many people, let the media “educate” me about pit bulls. John told me to research it and think about it. The research stunned me. I learned they were active, people-loving dogs, with short hair. Since I have allergies, short hair was a must.

After we felt like we had really educated ourselves, we started looking for a dog.

Soon I eyeballed Lola on the Humane Society of Silicon Valley’s website, and I had to meet her.

Well fell in love and quickly adopted her.

Training Lola

Lola came home and was enthusiastic about everything. She is a total family dog and easily became my best friend. There was just one small hiccup: I thought dogs would magically come to you, or sit, or even stay, without training. I thought she’d just do it because I told her to do so. But I was wrong.

She was go, go, go all the time. The term “smiling bulldozer” describes her perfectly.

Whereas I thought she’d magically heel, Lola had other ideas about us taking walks. She’d tug and pull and act like we were heading to a party.

I knew people were already afraid of her because of how she looks, and because she was acting spastic, we weren’t doing a very good job of making friends!

It was important for me that she would become a breed ambassador, so I went on a mission to learn everything I could about training. I found a few trainers but felt discouraged. In fact, I almost gave up my quest before we ended up at Our Pack training classes.

Slowly Our Pack helped Lola and I become a team. They showed us how to work together. Her behavior changed. Instead of tugging around like a smiling bulldozer
and intimidating people, passersby would comment, “Wow, you have such a good dog.”

A New Man on Campus

As we continued in our training, a new dog named Bernie joined Our Pack. He was picked up from the Animal Farm Foundation, and he was driven back to California. Bernie was one of 200 dogs rescued from a high profile, abuse/hoarding and suspected dog-fighting case in Ohio.

I was excited to see how it would all turn out for the new Our Pack dog. He was an older dog who had already faced many challenges in life. When he came to Our Pack, he showed signs of neglect. He was skin and bones and had little hair. There was a bald spot where a chain had been yoked around his neck.

Even though he had been abused, rumor had it that he was the sweetest dog around, and I was excited to finally meet him.

A few months later I was at a socialization group with Lola, and I looked over into the next section to see a little black dog playing with his water bowl. As he splashed water everywhere, his face lit up with joy. I was blown away by his happiness.

It was Bernie; he stole my heart.

My husband and I had started taking Our Pack foster dogs on hikes, and one day Bernie came along with us. I was excited for John to meet Bernie. It was impossible not to fall in love with the dog, and I could tell that Bernie and John had a connection.

The Perfect Pair

We were interested in adopting him, so we wanted to see how Bernie and Lola behaved together.

Our Pack, along with Bernie’s foster mom, Christina, set up an introduction. The two became fast friends. I borrowed Bernie here and there so he could spend time with us.

Needless to say, I was totally in love with the little black dog.

Christina had an out-of-town trip, so I jumped at the chance to take him for the week and, well, he’s been with us ever since.

Lola and Bernie are the perfect pair. There is a whole lot of “I love you, so I’m going to bug you” going on with them – it’s so fun to watch. Lola still has her excitable moments, but Bernie has a calming effect on her. I can tell he loves having his own family, just as much as we love having him. He has mastered the art of couch lounging, and we are making up for all his lost time by giving belly rubs and cuddles.

I remember that he was abused because when I give him a bath, I can see the scars on his body. But because he loves so well, he’s taught me that anyone – or any dog – is able to overcome his past and learn to love again.

Although he’s about 9 years old, it doesn’t matter. We love him regardless of his age, scars or background because he fits perfectly into our family. As Mark Twain put it, “Age is an issue of mind over matter. If you don’t mind, it doesn’t matter.”

We realize Bernie was always meant to be a part of our family, at home teasing Lola and being her pal – it just took him awhile to get here.

Thursday, September 8, 2011

Video du Jour

Rooting for the Underdogs

Pit bulls gain a new champion, and one abused pup gets a second chance in the process.

By Erin Hanson (Reprinted from StubbyDog.org)

I root for the underdog. The team on a straight losing streak? Check. The least popular member of the boy band? Check.

So when I decided to become more involved in my other passion – animal rescue – it didn’t take long to hone in on the underdog of the crowd. The pit bull.

Pit bulls are feared, discriminated against, over bred, abused and abandoned more than any other breed in our society.

I remember reading a statistic that only one in 600 pit bulls ever finds a permanent, loving home. That means the other 599 live some or all of their lives in shelters, on the streets, or are forced into fighting. Sign me up.

I found Jasmine’s House, a fairly new pit bull rescue in Maryland, and began the process to foster one of their rescued pits. Sadly the dog we were hoping to foster fell ill and crossed the Rainbow Bridge before moving into our home.

My husband and I decided to postpone the foster process for a couple weeks to get through the holidays. But a few days before Christmas, after a series of desperate “Can you help us, no one else can” e-mails from a shelter in West Virginia, we found ourselves taking in Rosie, a 2-year-old black lab/pit mix (we were told) who was rescued by a good Samaritan minutes before her previous owner tossed a lit match on her gasoline-soaked body.

Rosie – we later learned – had never lived inside a home, never received proper socialization, and she didn’t even have a name.

We postponed fostering for Jasmine’s House as we took in the skinny, scared dog with open wounds on her face and back.

Around this time Tori entered my world. Tori was a new student at the school where I worked, and one day she appeared at my office door with a clear plastic tube covered with pictures of dogs. Inside the tube were coins and a few dollar bills.

“I’d like to raise money for abused pit bulls,” she said. “Will you help me?”

Still feeling badly that I had to postpone fostering for Jasmine’s House, I showed Tori their website, and she decided to collect money and gently used supplies for the new rescue.

It was an honor to witness the compassion Tori has for the breed and the efforts of Jasmine’s House. To Tori, the founders of Jasmine’s House are rock stars.

Kate and Catalina, the founders of Jasmine’s House, offered to visit our school with some of their dogs. Tori was on cloud nine as we diligently made posters, flyers and invitations for other students to attend the after school event. The dedication and enthusiasm of 10-year-old Tori has inspired me to become even more committed to raising awareness, changing misconceptions and supporting this misunderstood breed. Always an animal lover, I’ve made a personal commitment that any dog we foster or rescue in the future will be a pit bull.

Fostering Rosie has been a challenge, to say the least, but a rewarding one. She has come a long way. She will let me clean her paws, clip her toenails and brush her teeth, as she’s learned that human touch can be kind and gentle. Her food aggression has dissipated as she’s figured out that food will always come. She can be a bit skittish and defensive with other dogs, but will play with our beagle mix, Finn. Housebreaking is a work in progress, and loud, sudden noises will sometimes cause her to cower and instinctively urinate. But she is the best cuddler and tries to climb in the lap of everyone she meets. For the most part she seems happy and content in her new life, but there are still moments when I look in her eyes and see fear, confusion and pain, and I wonder what kind of emotional scars she will carry from her previous life.

Recently, while in the waiting area of our veterinarian’s office, I was chatting with a woman about canine DNA tests. She had just had her mixed-breed rescue tested, as we did with Rosie.

“I just hope mine’s not a pit bull,” the woman fretted, and I cringed. She was taken aback by my response.

“Really?” I said. “I hope mine is.”

Saturday, September 3, 2011

Sierra The Deaf Elderbull

We rescued Sierra when she was 4 months old; malnourished, open sores from untreated mange, and a heart the size of Texas. A deaf friend found her but couldn’t keep her and knew that the local shelter would put Sierra down because not only is she a pitbull, she is a deaf pitbull. Sadly, many fear that deaf dogs are not trainable or that they will be fearful biters. Add to that the misperceptions about the pitbull breed and many folks aren’t willing to give these dogs a chance. Want to know what Sierra does if you startle her awake? Before her eyes are even open to see what is going on her tail starts wagging a mile-a-minute at the anticipation of people to love on when she’s up.

The above photo is Sierra enjoying the summer fun in the sun with the Mueller boys.

Sierra, like any deaf dog, relies on eye contact and hand signals. Training this way was an easy transition for me since I’m an ASL interpreter. However, even those who don’t know sign can easily learn to communicate with their dog through eye contact and hand signals. Many trainers I have worked with were initially reluctant to let Sierra in their class. However, all the trainers came to quickly realize that training a deaf dog is really no different than any other dog, they just work with visual cues instead of vocal cues. At the end of one training session our trainer lavished so many ‘awards’ on Sierra that we actually asked him to share them with the rest of the dogs in the class. (Sierra is humble that way.)

The above photo is Sierra with her “pack” The Mueller Family.

Sierra is a cancer survivor that left her a tri-ped when she was six. The Vet projected it would take her a few weeks to learn to walk again.Little did they know the determination and spirit of a pitbull; the day of the surgery the staff took her for her first walk/run around the block. Sierra, being a model patient, is now the Vet’s ‘spokes-dog’ for other dog owners considering amputation.

I can’t count the number of friends and family that were initially terrified of pitbulls that after meeting Sierra are now their biggest advocates. We have a whole neighborhood of kids who are over regularly wanting to walk Sierra, or dog-sit, or just come over for some of her awesome loving and doggie kisses.

Sierra is an elderbull now, 13, but her spirit is as young as ever. She opened our hearts and minds to the pitbull breed and proved, what we already knew: DEAF DOGS ROCK!