I took Zeus to the vet yesterday to get his stitches out. At our vet's office, the lobby is divided in two: one side for cats, one for dogs. There's a low partition between the cat side and dog side, with the large receptionist desk in the middle. Each side has its own door to the outside.
We were waiting when a lady came in. She asked the receptionist if she could wait with her dog on the cat side, since her dog "might start a fight". The receptionist said that was fine, since there was nobody on the cat side at that time.
She comes in with an oversized, obviously BYB pit bull. The dog drags her into the waiting room, and she takes a seat and starts chitchatting with the receptionist. And what this lady was saying just left me stunned.
--"I've always liked big dogs. But some people breed pit bulls too small. They need to be bigger. Bigger is always better."
--"You need to obedience train big dogs, of course. It's very important. Look, watch this." She turns to her pit bull.
"Ok boy, sit. Sit. SIT! C'MON, SIT!" Insert sounds of choke chain yanking repeatedly.
"SIT! D@MN IT, SIT!" (the lady is yelling at the top of her lungs at this point). "YOU'D BETTER SIT! SIT!" The pit bull finally sits. She beams at the receptionist: "See how well-trained he is?"
--"Oh, he's very protective of me towards other dogs. He will attack other dogs to try and protect me." I'm thinking to myself, Your dog is dog-aggressive. He's not protecting you. And to make it even more unbelieveable, the lady started BRAGGING about how her pit bull could "take down any dog he wants, he's so tough," and how he almost killed her brother's daschund, as well as several other dogs.
--"He sometimess tries to attack people, too, in order to protect me. I have to tell him when people are OK, otherwise he'll attack." She proudly tells the recpetionist about the time he tried to attack the plumber...even after she told him it was OK. But as she said, "He must have sensed something about that plumber, and I trust his instincts." She then bragged "He's so strong! It took me and my husband both to drag him away."
Gawd, it was horrible. At this point, the vet tech came to take Zeus' stitches out, so I didn't hear any more. Thank goodness.
It's disgusting. How could a person be that way? That whole situation is an attack waiting to happen. And of course, it will all be blamed on the pit bull breed.
We were waiting when a lady came in. She asked the receptionist if she could wait with her dog on the cat side, since her dog "might start a fight". The receptionist said that was fine, since there was nobody on the cat side at that time.
She comes in with an oversized, obviously BYB pit bull. The dog drags her into the waiting room, and she takes a seat and starts chitchatting with the receptionist. And what this lady was saying just left me stunned.
--"I've always liked big dogs. But some people breed pit bulls too small. They need to be bigger. Bigger is always better."
--"You need to obedience train big dogs, of course. It's very important. Look, watch this." She turns to her pit bull.
"Ok boy, sit. Sit. SIT! C'MON, SIT!" Insert sounds of choke chain yanking repeatedly.
"SIT! D@MN IT, SIT!" (the lady is yelling at the top of her lungs at this point). "YOU'D BETTER SIT! SIT!" The pit bull finally sits. She beams at the receptionist: "See how well-trained he is?"
--"Oh, he's very protective of me towards other dogs. He will attack other dogs to try and protect me." I'm thinking to myself, Your dog is dog-aggressive. He's not protecting you. And to make it even more unbelieveable, the lady started BRAGGING about how her pit bull could "take down any dog he wants, he's so tough," and how he almost killed her brother's daschund, as well as several other dogs.
--"He sometimess tries to attack people, too, in order to protect me. I have to tell him when people are OK, otherwise he'll attack." She proudly tells the recpetionist about the time he tried to attack the plumber...even after she told him it was OK. But as she said, "He must have sensed something about that plumber, and I trust his instincts." She then bragged "He's so strong! It took me and my husband both to drag him away."
Gawd, it was horrible. At this point, the vet tech came to take Zeus' stitches out, so I didn't hear any more. Thank goodness.
It's disgusting. How could a person be that way? That whole situation is an attack waiting to happen. And of course, it will all be blamed on the pit bull breed.
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