First, I want to start by wishing you all a Merry Christmas. May this end of the year fill you
with wonderful surprises and many blessings. All of you who have followed me for a long time
have become an important part of my life, even though we are far apart. There is never a shortage of good mornings, greetings, or beautiful comments, and I thank you from the bottom of my heart.
That is why I decided to create my page, because thanks to my friends and followers, I can express myself better for you. On Fridays, I will have interesting videos that I would like to share with you and count on your comments and likes, whether they are positive or however you want to express yourself.
I am a supporter of free speech. I am a PIT BULLY, I am strong, and I have learned from my mistakes. I am a person who likes to overcome my problems, no matter how difficult they may be. I am not perfect, but I have learned to be independent and to move forward. Thank you for taking the time to share with me, for your teachings, and for being with me. Thank you very much. Wishing you all happy holidays!
TWO PITBULLS HAVE COME INTO MY LIFE.
Pitbulls: They are dogs from the bull terrier family, Staffordshire terriers, bred in England. (To me, they are a bit like terrorists.) It is in their DNA. Their physique is beautifully athletic. They are not domesticable dogs.
Many have tried to domesticate them from a young age, but sooner or later, they reveal their true selves.
They are dogs bred to fight, and if they are not trained professionally, that instinct is in their blood until they learn to attack, and if they do it once, they will always do it.
They love their owners, they are jealous. In Mexico, they are called “chamucos” because of their strong build, athletic figure, and aggressiveness in underground fights.
I personally would not recommend a pit bull for your home or family, even if you have it neutered. Pit bulls are highly dangerous because of the type of bite they have, which is very strong and tears flesh very easily. They have no weakness other than their owner; their instinct is to defend them until there is no trace left. It could be because of food, being in heat, protecting their young, or smelling a lotion or perfume they dislike. If someone approaches them, they leave no trace. Some say that the Rottweiler is stronger than the Pit Bull. The Rottweiler can be domesticated, as can the Dogo Argentino. But a Pit Bull never.
MY LITTLE STORY WITH MY FIRST PIT BULL. (TIJUANA – MEXICO)
I had a small veterinary clinic in MEXICO-ROSARITO-BAJALIFORNIA-MEXICO.
I have always been very passionate about all kinds of dogs, and some people joke with me,
saying, “I have a little four-legged dog that you’ll like.” They don’t even tell me the breed anymore…
I have a daughter who was born with dyslexia, and her greatest passion is animals. I surrounded myself with turtles, hamsters, and colorful fish. We became dog rescuers, and that brought her comfort, so we added two hearts in one person. My daughter’s name is Nathalie.
One day, a guy came to my vet’s office, trying to give me a pit bull that had seven puppies.
He was involved in underground dogfighting in Tijuana, and from what I researched, they made a lot of money with her.
I was a little afraid because I knew she was very aggressive and would defend her puppies. But the guy insisted so much, he had already sold the puppies, which were quite big. I went to see her in a empty lot(wasteland). According to the boy who lwas there, he hadn’t fed her for days because he was afraid to approach her. I must say that I have never been bitten by a dog, even to this day. Their instinct makes them see that I love dogs and that I adopt them easily. MY MISSION BEGINS. I made a stew so I could get close to her. She looked at me carefully, lowered her little head, ate, and generously approached me. Three days passed since her rescue, until she got into my car and said goodbye to her children. It was a very sublime story for my heart. I kept her under observation for three weeks. We became friends. I gave her food, B12 to calm her down, baths, etc. At that time, I was splitting with an ex-restaurant owner in Rosarito and the US who was a narcissist with psychopathic traits. He stole one of my cars, had another one seized, and because he had money and successful businesses, he thought he could destroy people. He always sent people to investigate or harass me, to rob my house, and did whatever inhumane things he wanted.
When we broke up, he didn’t take it very well. But it was something that had no solution. I didn’t want to rescue such a toxic and extremely destructive relationship either. Thanks to that little dog, PIT was her name, on a couple of occasions she saved my life (which I never thought about that way).
This ex decided to send a gringo, I won’t give his name out of respect. to harass me as usual. He didn’t remember that I had PIT. I had never seen PIT so aggressive. She went berserk, and my neighbors came out to defend the gringo with iron pipes, hammers, etc. I approached Pit, took her by the leash, and she calmed down. It was a tremendous spectacle that completely shook me up. Everyone was yelling at her, “Cover your jugular, because a fighting dog’s first target is the jugular.” After that, I went to get X-rays to see if she had broken any bones, but incredibly, she had nothing broken. Her skin was tough and only slightly torn. I took care of her, and my enemy stopped harassing me, or so I thought. Later, they kidnapped her and left her in the sun without food.
THE PIT BULL KIDNAPPER RETURNS.
I was sad, searching for her in the hills and neighborhoods of Rosarito. I offered money. The kidnapper took pity on me and took me to where she was. I took her home. She seemed happy, taking care of my house, eating, playing with her ball, happy in her little bed, and receiving attention. But after investigating more about PIT, I knew that I should not stay with PIT any longer, nor should I stay in Rosarito. Many things had already happened in Tijuana, Mexico. Something told me that if I did not leave that place, it would end badly. I had PIT spayed and vaccinated, which was the least I could do for her. She found a guy from Los Angeles who took her away, and I thanked PIT for protecting me. I feel that I didn’t rescue PIT; she rescued me. I have a lot of love for those dogs for saving my life.
She went to a good family, and a couple of years later, I left Mexico.
