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Originally Posted by OrangeBlossomBaby
There's no benefit to owning a pit bull any more than there's a benefit to owning a german shepard, or a great dane, or a full size poodle or collie, in the Villages. I'd ask - what's the benefit to owning a a chihuahua? They're ugly, they're high-strung, they demand constant attention, are not naturally socialized and need to be trained, often suffer from separation anxiety, need a minimum of 30 minutes of exercise (not just walking, actual exercise) every single day, easily get dislocated kneecaps, commonly have gum disease and have to have dental checkups yearly...
I mean if you're going to go through all that trouble for a pet, just go all out and adopt a baby. At least with a baby there's a chance it'll grow up and contribute something useful to the world.
See - I can come up with a whole diatribe on ANY breed, asking the question "why would anyone want to have..."?
I prefer larger dogs. Not great danes though, or dalmations. Never was fond of that shape at all. But give me a german shepard, or a doberman, or husky - and I'm a happy camper. Had a friend with a Great Pyrenees and that gorgeous boy melted me with his love every time I saw him.
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Huskys are great! I had a neighbor's Greater Pyrenees female that would come and visit me often on my one acre up North. It was about a year old and not yet too mature. Once it got curious and put its head into a metal bucket that was sitting around. Her head got stuck in the bucket. I was NOT carrying my cell phone at the time - too bad THAT would have been a classic video! I had to stop laughing, run after her, and dislodge the bucket. She looked at me.....like WHAT? ......WHAT happened there....what up with dat?
Another story about her was that it was impossible almost to walk ANY straight line around her. She would try to HERD all people by rubbing against their knee as they walked. At 1st I thought it was just a friendly dog-thing. Wrong, I was being herded. I finally had to carry a shovel whenever I walked around her. I would pop the shovel against her head with mild force so that I could walk a straight line to somewhere. Some may say that I was being cruel, but that dog breed is SO TOUGH that she barely noticed. It was like I had to accept the dog's nature to herd and the dog knew to accept MY nature to want to walk where I chose to go. We achieved something simpatico.