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O/T - Uh oh, is it my turn? Pit Bull stress... RANT
I just got done talking, filling out forms, and paying an animal control officer (registration?) for a bite incident.
The complaint comes from a meter reader who says he/she was bit this morning while in my back yard (fenced).
I was home all morning... I recall Zero running outside to bark once or twice this morning, but that happens with rabbits, birds, garbage trucks, etc. so I didn't really make note of it.
Fortunatley, we get to keep him under home quarentine. I thought for sure they were going to take him. Heck, I half feared they would put him down... but since it happened in my back yard and he is current on his shots, the rules are quite fair... I guess.
I just have a problem with not being made aware of this when it happened this morning. I was home, in fact, for a while I was on the roof and in the garage. Why wasn't I told earlier? No knock, no call, no note. I just have to accept what I am told and deal with it. I don't even know who made the complaint. This individual claims I was aware of the incident.
Being the typical Samurai owner, I try to ignore the fear mongering media. I explored the issues myself and I chose a Pit Bull for my family because the breed has fantastic qualities in spite of the hype. I also know that there are people who would kill a pit on site due to fear.
And how about court, is there a lawsuit comming? Will a judge see "pit" and assume the dog is a pit fighting lunatic, bread in back yard slum, being fed a diet of cats and rattlesnakes?
I hate that I am going to have to put up some kind of "beware of dog" signs. It seams to purpetuate the whole fear we are trying to stamp out. If I had a dollar for every time someone said, "a pit bull? Really? But he is so [nice, freindly, sweet, whatever]"....
In two days I start my new job. Had this gone down then, I would have come home to a missing dog with a note on the front door. If Zero really is aggressive to strangers in the back yard, who knows?
Oy. Where's my drink?