“I love this dog,” the woman said of the shelter dog who was standing up in order to better lick her hand and gaze at her with hopeful eyes.
“She’s a great little dog,” I replied, hopeful that an animal was about to find its forever home. “You can take her out and play with her.”
“I just can’t get her. It’s that pit bull thing,” the woman replied.
“What pit bull thing?” I asked flabbergasted as the woman obviously adored the little dog, which looked more like a Jack Russell or maybe some kind of fox terrier with maybe just a hint of some bully breed thrown in.
She said she worried her neighbors would be afraid of the dog when she walked it, all 20 pounds of it, down the street or that people would be mad at her for getting a ‘pit bull.’
When I recounted the story later to a friend of mine who does pit bull rescue, she said she was glad the woman didn’t get the dog because, “she would never understand it.”
Now Lexie, one of my former foster dogs has been returned yet again to the shelter, her only crime being that she “looks” like a pit bull. She also looks like a Labrador, she also looks like a catahula leopard dog, she has been listed as a Rhodesian ridgeback cross in her lifetime as well as a hound mix.
According to Wikipedia, “Pit Bull is a term commonly used to describe several breeds of dog in the Molosser family. The breeds most often placed in this category are the American Pit Bull Terrier, American Staffordshire Terrier, and Staffordshire Bull Terrier.” But the list of other breeds which can fall into this category is lengthy and can include the boxer and English bulldog.
So, it seems to be totally illogical that someone tries to make an all-encompassing “breed” out of the words “pit bull” with which to exert controls over these dogs.
Lexie, who is a totally sweet dog, has been at the shelter for awhile. As a matter of fact, except for a few months as a puppy, she never had a real home. Instead she was kicked around to various shelters and rescue groups as different people tried to keep her from being euthanized for being a “pit bull” type dog.
And, while the Humane Society of Indianapolis, where Lexie currently resides, is totally accepting of the breed and has done a lot to help stop breed specific legislation in Marion county, getting as enlightened of an attitude from the general public seems more problematic.
I thought Lexie’s forever home had been found when I spoke to James last week. He had fallen in love with Lexie in a video HSI had made of her. I’m on file at the shelter as Lexie’s foster home, and have given permission for my contact information to be given out to potential adopters. James and I spoke for close to an hour over two phone conversations and we exchanged several emails.
James was absolutely perfect for Lexie. The only problem was he lived in an apartment, and while nothing in his lease said anything about breed restrictions, his landlord was unhappy with his choice of pets. James had Lexie one night and then sent me the following email, “I did get her yesterday.. but sadly, my landlord is not happy with her.. He said that he doesn’t want a pit/pit mix in the apartments. I am pretty upset since that wasn’tki in my lease and will have to be taking her back there this AM.. I really wish I could have kept her.. she is a great dog!”
Her first family brought her back because they didn’t have a fenced yard (which they didn’t have when they adopted her, but somehow that became important when they brought her back. Plus the woman said, “my vet says she is pure pit bull.”
On the basis that she has a big head and is brindle in color, Lexie has now been denied a home and been “labeled” by a veterinarian, a person the average pet owner looks up to and trusts when it comes to information about their beloved pet.
No one has assessed her temperament, other than me and the people administering the temp test at HSI. We found her to be safe to be adopted. Some friends of mine who do pit bull rescue question whether Lexie has any of the traditional pit mixes in her at all. They don’t see the “classic” pit bull characteristics in her. But in the end, that doesn’t matter. What matters is what the public “sees” and choose to “believe.”
They see a big brindle dog. They don’t ask to see her “tricks.” Lexie is great at “sit,” “down,” “stand up (on hind legs)”, “shake,” “high five” and “roll over.” They don’t “see” how much Lexie just wants to be a couch potato and sit next to a human on a couch and be loved and have her belly rubbed.
Lexie is not a fighter. She wants to be friends. And what’s amazing is that she wants to be friends even after four years of being shuttled from one home to another, from shelter to shelter and rescue to rescue. Yet, she doesn’t seem to give up. When I have her out in the play yard at HSI she runs up to the fence whenever she sees someone coming in the front door. It is almost as if she understands that the people coming in, could take her out. If only she is good enough. If only she was the right color. If only people would look beyond a stereotype and see her for what she really is: a brown dog, with a white chest, liquid eyes and a wiggling butt.
Is that too much to ask?

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