I always thought dogs were needy and co-dependent. I’d had enough of cleaning up someone else’s poop.
I’m a woman who grew up with cats — I’d take a cat over a dog any day. So, I’d thought.
Then I met the Israli’s dog. The first time I opened my door, some brute thing lunged at me. She was a Rottweiller/Pitt Bull mix.
I stumbled backwards. “That cannot come into my house.”
“Don’t be scared,” the Israeli said, gripping her collar. “She’s nice. She just wants to smell you.”
“She doesn’t look nice,” I said. “I don’t want her smelling me!”
“Ah, c’mon, just look at her.” He scratched under her chin. He was laughing.
“It’s not funny.” I didn’t want to look at her. I didn’t want anything to do with her.
I was also terrified that the dog would eat my kid.
Instead, over the next year, my kid became that dog’s master. She was in control over this beast:
I’d never seen this side of her. You go girl.
But this surprised me just as much: I grew to love that pup. Talk about unconditional love. I get it now. I do.
Recently, I picked up Wendy Diamond’s What A Lucky Dog! How To Understand Men Through Their Dogs, in which she analyzes 32 breeds for their most revealing traits.
A. has a pit bull. One of my celebrity crushes – Cesar Millan, a.k.a. “The Dog Whisperer” — owns several Pit Bulls, his most famous one named “Daddy.”
Photo of the Rottweiller/Pitt Bull mix with you know who….
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