Now, it’s official. Big Boi is the best dog I have had the pleasure of owning. I don’t say that lightly because the Pitbull I had before him was an awesome dog. His name was Taz and he was just as fiercly loyal as Big Boi. He just didn’t have as much personality as Bg Boi. This dog just amjazes me everyday. If I leave him in the car to go in the store, when I come out he has always made new friends. There will be people standing around my car admiring him while he sitd there and smiles at them. No one pets him without permission but as soon as I tell them they can, they do. No one approaches him at all unless I say it is OK. He is such a big dog. It can’t be much fun for him to be so big. Other dog’s are scared of him, as well as people. He is such a gentle soul. I can tell he gets his feelings hurt quite often when I have to pull him away from the other dogs that are all playing at the dog park. Every once in a while I will take him to Pet Smart with me. When we go in everyone turns to look and then they all give him a wide berth. Sometimes I want to scream, “He is a good dog!” because I know that he notices, as well, that people are scared of him. If I had room I would get him a female his size so he would have someone to play with. I’m sure he gets lonely for some companionship of his own kind sometimes.
Anyway, the reason I started this was because of what he did yesterday. I was home all alone in my “office” where my computer is which happens to be in the back of the house. Big Boi likes to lay in front of the front door so he can see out. All of the sudden I heard the biggest commotion. Big Boi was snarling and growling, and even barking. I think I’ve mentioned before that he hardly ever barks. I knew something was up so I grabbed my big, heavy flashlight and off I went. Sure enough, when I got to the door he had a man by the seat of his pants and the man was crying. Mind you, he didn’t bite the man. He just had his pants in his mouth. I’m sure, though, that the man knew he was done for. He saw me and started begging for me to call the dog off. He would do anything, he said. S I did as he ask. Then I ask what the hell he was doing in my house and he confessed that he was going to rob me but now that he had met Big Boi he would never come back to this house again and he would warn all of his friends, as well.
My dog is a hero.
It has always been my hearts desire to have a huge farm where I could take in all the wonderful, unappreciated animals that have been abandoned and/or abused. No farm so far, but a girl can still hope. What I want, mainly, is a place to keep pitbulls that have been taught to fight or behave badly. It is not their fault. It is the owners fault. These dogs are so gentle, loyal, and intelligent. If people would just give them a chance, I’m sure they would dispell all of the negative rumors that everyone hears. I have had 4 and I can’t think of one bad thing to say.
Here it is the third day of Blogging 101 and I haven’t done day 1’s assignment, a who am I and why am I here post. Anyway, here goes. My name is Tammy and I’m not really quite sure why I am here. I love to write but my life is pretty boring and I really don’t have much to write about. For my blog, I chose to write about my dog, Big Boi. He is not just any dog. He is quite special with tons of personality and I love him a great deal but I feel like I should be writing about something more important. Not that he isn’t important, but you know what I mean. I was away from home for the last two days and I had to leave Big Boi at home. This did not sit well with him, at all. He was extremely happy to see me when I got in last night. Of course, I did have steak bones.
via Dog Saves Veteran From Suicide David Sharpe & Cheyenne – YouTube.
I saw this amazing video today and I thought other dog lovers, like myself, would like see it. It is a really touching, and amazing story of one man and the dog that loved him. Some people don’t believe a dog is capable of love. I hear it all the time, “you feed him. Of course, he will go with you.”, I don’t think that is always the case. My dog, Big Boi, shows me everyday that he loves me. It is in his eyes every time he looks at me. Sure, I feed him, but I also care for him and show him love. I know he knows that. He comes to me when he would rather chase a cat or go running through the park. He allows me to lead him around on a leash when he knows he is the stronger one. His love and loyalty does not go unnoticed. I love him, too. He is always happy to see me and can make me smile on even the darkest of days.
I just watched a video someone posted on Facebook about a guy, Thane (I didn’t catch the last name), who rescues large breed dog (a few small ones, too) that have been mistreated and/or abandoned by their owners. It was a very touching story. He has been doing this all by himself since his wife died in 2013. The rescue they founded together was named Grey muzzle Rescue. This man and his wife decided together that, no matter what, the rescue would stay open. They both signed DNR’s and had them notarized to ensure that the Rescue would stay open and the dog’s would be cared for.
It has always been my hearts desire to open a Pit Bull rescue. These are the best dogs I have ever had the privelidge to own and they are so misunderstood. Most shelters have a “no adoption” policy for them. They euthanize them, no matter the circumstances. I can’t understand this policy. Dog’s are not born mean, people make some of them mean. Maybe we should start euthanizing dog owners instead of dogs. To me, a dog is an innocent, just like a child. They only know what we teach them.
Here is a link to the video I saw https://youtu.be/IzN8V-qgi94
Big Boi is my 125lb. American Pit Bull Terrier. He is, without a doubt, the sweetest, most fiercly loyal, smartest, and, of course, biggest Pit Bull I have ever seen. He wandered onto my property one evening in the midst of a rainstorm. I was at work when he arrived so when I drove into the driveway and he came around the side of the house to peer at me through my car window, I was, to say the least, surprised to see him. The first words out of my mouth were something like, “Where did that monster come from?” It was raining pretty hard at the time so I just fixed him up a place to sleep under a shed in the yard and went inside. It wasn’t long after that that the howling started. Not just a short, low howl,no, it was more like the loudest, saddest, and longest song of loneliness I had ever heard. Needless to say, I let him come inside to sleep.
The next day we (the dog and I) were up early and I got to take my first really good look at this dog. He was gorgeous. Someone had pampered him. He smelled good, even after being soaked from the rain, and his toenails were buffed! This dog had been loved by someone. I decided I should put some “Dog Found” posters up to see if I could locate his owners. I figured they had to be frantically looking for him as pampered as he was. So, I put posters up all around town but no calls came. Not even one. Where did these people go?
As the days went by, I came to like having him around. No one would even get out of their car in my yard when they saw him, and he hardly even barked. As I got to know him better and better, I realized how gentle he was. When you gave him a treat he took great care not to touch you with his teeth. And kids! He heard a baby cry on TV one day and he went all over the house looking for that baby. I think he wanted to make sure that the baby was OK. He just adores my grandson and every other kid he has come in contact with.
Over the next few months I became very attached to Big Boi (like the rapper). He went everywhere with me and not once did we leave the house that someone didn’t comment on how beautiful he was or how big he was. I thank God every day that no one claimed him because he has become a part of my family that I don’t want to do without.
This is my very first blog post. I don’t know how good I will be at this but I do have some interesting subjects. I can’t wait to get started. Most of my post will probably have something to do with my wonderful and amazing dog, Big Boi. He, by the way, is laying in the middle of my bed taking all the room, next to me as I write this. He has filled my days with laughter and joy. Everyone should have a dog, or maybe not.