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Not long after I set out on my walk, I saw three dogs in the distance, advancing towards me, side by side, a white pitbull in the middle, a beagle to its right and a smaller black dog whose breed I could not determine from that distance to its left. They looked tough, like a gang - a gang coming towards me.
I was only sorry that my little pocket camera does not have better telephoto capabilities, for I figured that if I could zoom in close on them coming like that, it would be a neat picture. "Three toughs," I imagined the title.
The beagle soon chickened out, but the white pit kept coming as the black dog fell in behind it. It quickly drew closer and began to bark and growl ferociously. Even as it advanced, it made little spring-board hops up into the air that made it seem all the more vicious. I have had a couple of bad run ins with pitbulls, including a white one that used to live in a house in the direction from whence this one came.
That house had been sold, but now I wondered if the dog came along with it. I took a couple of worthless pictures, but the pit just kept coming, growling, barking, snarling, the black dog on its heels. I figured it was time to prepare my defense, so I let the camera dangle and I picked up a BIG rock, big enough to crush a skull with, and then a second, just in case the first didn't do the job.
Usually, if a dog is bluffing at all and you pick up a rock, it will back away.
The pit kept coming, undeterred. I took that to be a bad sign that this was one of those pits that will attack through any pummeling or pain and go straight for the throat. I saw that it had lactating nipples. The black dog was its pup.
Geeze! How could the situation get any worse?
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And then, as the pit drew nearer, I caught a certain glimpse of longing in its eye, a certain tremble shook through its body that belied the viciousness in its bark and growl. This pitbull only wanted love. It was raising a fuss just because it was afraid it might not get love - but love was what it wanted.
I cast my rocks aside. "Hey, silly puppy!" I spoke soothingly. "Come on over here! Let's be friends."
She stopped her bark and growl. Tail wagging lowly, she came running to me. I patted her on her head. We were now friends.
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She and her pup followed me for awhile, romping and playing all the way.
It doesn't always work this way with pitbulls, but this time it did and I was glad.