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Who are You (Who, Who)

While Ray and I were shopping at PetSmart over the weekend, we met several people who saw Ray in varying ways.  I found it interesting how so often people see what they want to see and being the owner of a Pit Bull type dog, I (mostly) love all of the different reactions we encountered.  Here are the various conversations I had in the span of a single visit.

Are you buying him that jacket?
Ray and I were perusing the puffy coat when a guy came up to us and asked what kind of dog Ray is.  “Oh he’s a mix,” I said.  “Well, what is the mix?”  He is American Bulldog, Boxer and a mystery, probably American Pit Bull I told him.  Yeah I think there’s Pit bull based on the shape of his head, the guy said.  “Are you getting him that jacket?”  We talked about wheter or not my husband would disown me or Ray if he were to come home in that jacket and he shared that his dog has a similar jacket which was purchased by his girlfriend.

“Hey, is that a Pit Bull?” 
Yes, he is a Pit Bull Mix.  “I have a Pit Bull, too,” both guys said.
Two younger guys were at the end of an aisle whispering and gesturing in Ray’s general direction.  As we approached, both guys told me that they each had a pit bull and went on to describe their dog to me.  They gave Ray a pet on the head and moved along.

“Is that an American Bulldog?”
Yes, he is an American Bulldog mix.  “We have an American Bulldog mix, too!  We adopted her from an event here last year.”  Then this couple  proceded to show me a picture of the most adorable Chick look a like, lavished some love on Ray and then resumed their shopping.

“Hey Ray, did you eat anyone today?”
This from a guy who was in a class we attended.  He said it good naturedly, gave Ray a head rub and proceeded along with his dachshund.  I’ve decided (too late after the fact) that my standard come-back to that or any question like that will be, “Only if they were made out of peanut butter.”

How does the perception around your dog differ with people and does it vary based on their ownership?

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A Wiggly Jiggly Mush Bucket

His name is Storm and he could have been the love of my life, but he is definitely the love of my week.  We all know that my photographic skills are sketchy, so take this picture with a grain of salt.  This little block head is sweet, affectionate and eager to please.  If you’re not interested in being beaten with a constantly wagging happy tail, Storm may not be for you. On our walk if he was starting to get a little too far ahead or strain at the leash I’d stop, say his name and he’d walk back and sit, looking at me waiting for direction. 

When encountering strange sounds he walked directly beside me, touching my leg and when more comfortable, walked slighly away on a great loose leash for the most part.  At first I struggled with a title for this post, but when I thought about how he behaved whenever I pet him or spoke to him it came to me.  He’s a little wiggly, jiggly mush bucket.  I found it hard to not grab this little guy and take him home with me. 

If you would like your own little wiggly, jiggly mush bucket, run over to ACSPCA  and meet this fella.  What you don’t see in my photograph, you will understand as soon as you meet him.