I haven't measured him, but it's no exaggeration to say that he's approaching two metres. I guess he'd weigh about 5kgs or so. he's gorgeous. He looks like he's dusted in some iridescent velvet over the zigzag bands of light and dark. A handsome snake and strong. He's and active boy to have in hand. I bet I jump the first few times I feed him. I can imagine he strikes with a force to be cautious of.
Into the mix was a call yesterday morning from our first baby sitter from back in the late 80's. Verna had brought home a dog that was found wondering around the care home she works at near where we live. She'd taken it home and kept it a week while she scouted the identity of the owners without luck. Verna's kids were in love with this little girl. They all came along when Verna brought it and each came separately and kissed it gently to say goodbye. The eldest was eight and he was crying quietly as he stepped back into the van for the sad ride home. Too many adults were rightly concerned about the breed for them to be able to keep it.
I've kept three pit bulls starting with a great dog in 1989 but haven't kept one for at least a couple of years. The plethora of bad breeding and bad handling makes the breed much less than attractive. I've had to put down too many to have been looking forward to this new dog's arrival, but better me, than an accident with some unsuspecting naive, want to be, dog owner, I figured.
This is Rose. She's won all our hearts. I don't know why these dogs tug at my heart so badly, but I'm saddened to be so taken with this dog. My first one broke my heart when she was killed by a car waiting for me at the end of the drive one night when I was too late getting home. Rose is much more dog than my first one, but she's got all of us as dedicated supporters so far. The jury is still out though. Walk softly and carry a big stick as Dad used to say.
Here's the same only bigger. My wall paper for the day.
