On 13/5/05 3:21 AM, "Ken Wolman" <[log in to unmask]> wrote:
> As for
> pits, they do indeed have that rep as BADDD: bad-assed drug dealer dog.
I knew a bad-assed drug dealer who was always walking around with a pitbull.
(He wasn't one of my intimate acquaintance, I admit). So the rep is not
entirely without foundation.
I've never been frightened of dogs, except once, when I walked into
someone's garden and came face to face with an alsatian that wanted to eat
me. It scared the wits out of me because it was frightened. It was one of
those times when pure instinct took over; I still have no idea how I got to
the other side of the fence, although I must have jumped it, and it was
quite a high fence... I like big dogs; when I was little we had great
danes, and my mother has a rottie, which is the biggest sook. But unless I
know a dog, I'm wary of those bigger breeds, particularly those bred as
guard or fighting dogs. It isn't necessarily the breed, but how they're
treated. If the people who own them don't know how to handle big dogs, or
treat them cruelly, they're dangerous.
Talking of dogs, the family chihuahua Pippin died last night. She was
around 19, and a deeply annoying animal (she was actually The Inheritance
from my mother in law), but that didn't stop general distress at her
passing. Dying isn't pretty. The end crisis came on very quickly, and we
took her to the vet and had her put down. For all her age she was quite
tough, and I expect would have taken ages to die; I couldn't bear watching
her suffer. So goodbye to a rather eccentric chapter of my life.
Best
A
Alison Croggon
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Editor, Masthead: http://masthead.net.au
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