Let me preface this with…I’m not a madre’. She’s in FLA. I will tell you about my dogs. Mi familia. ( oh by the way I’m Irish so forget the syntax)
I’m 42….oh so quickly approaching 43…and I have 4 pit bull rescues and one very old and wise German-short hair. I don’t have discovery channel or history channel money or whatever shit is cool right now. What I will tell you ….is I love…I am in love…with my dogs.
1000 years ago I would of been a pimp. Not in the female abusing way…but in the ” I got this with my crew ” way. Now a days thing are limited to Kongs ( if your are reading this I could use a sponsor) for the blessed ability to gnaw through bone and some kind of plastic inedible facsimile.
I will also say that each one of these…kids…has changed me for the better. MY KIDS…have made me a better person. I have seen every emotion I know played out in the most basic form in each and every one of them . I deal with random barking, whining, baying, farting, anal glanding ( I ‘m so copy-writing that) and random drooling. I do this cause I know how special each one of these “kids” are. I only wish that I could do more for the people who sacrifice to do more than I can. Many times we are looked at as being foolish for our commitment to such a prosecuted animal. I ask you this… how come there is SUCH a stance on Pit bull and Staffie acceptance that people and government continue to ban and refuse adoption of these humble and loving companions.
I’m sorry. I regress. But you can see that my “pack” influences my fingers. Even as I sit here…the ” leaves” are invading my yard…and each one is telling me that with barks and bays.
7 years ago I was asked to take a stay into my life . This ball of feet and tail. This injured and scared dog that was labeled ” Pit Bull” . Dangerous.
I was sitting on a bar stool.
I was unprepared.
He changed my being.
He set the canon for the rest of my life.
I love you, Jack.
Thank you for changing a fool to cool.
-Workman
Dirty White Walls 
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