Anyone who knows me knows that I’m an animal lover. Always have been and always will be. As far back as I can remember we have had animals of some sort in our house. Cats, dogs, rabbits, hamster, fish, birds, snakes and everything in between. At least one type of animal has been a part of the family since I was born practically. They have never been just pets, they have ALWAYS been family.
With that being said, let’s cut to the last 13 years or so that I have been married to my husband. In that time we have had a few family pets/members. Two of them I want to talk about in this post. Mugzy “The Man” and Layla “The Girl”. Both of which have left an imprint on my heart, my husbands heart, our kids, and their grandparents. Both of them Pitbulls.
Mugzy came to us by way of my brother who couldn’t have him in the apartment he was moving into. He called one day and said, “I promise it will just be for a little bit.” We all thought it would just be for a little bit until he showed up with that handsome boy. My family was a smitten once we saw him. Those big eyes and sweet disposition won us over the minute he got out of the car.
Needless to say, that “little bit” turned into seven years or so of pure pitbull happiness and love. The addition to our family was what we needed at the time and I wouldn’t change it for the world. Mugzy passed away two years ago this coming January of cancer. When we lost him it really felt like our world had ended.
The snuggles were gone, the “puppy conversations” that he would have with people were gone and it was quiet. The jingle of tags when he went up and down the stairs was no longer, the laughter coming from my kids when they were playing with him was gone; in short for a while there the light went out of all of our lives.
While writing this post I thought I would ask my husband and kids what their favorite memory of Mugzy was. This is what they said:
I used to love it when I would tell him to talk to me and he would talk to me like we were having a conversation. I also liked it when I would toss him a treat and he would catch it and be so proud. – My Husband
My favorite memory of Mugzy is just having him as part of the family in general. – Tony
My favorite memory of Mugzy is that he was so gentle. We had three puppies for a little while and even though he was old, Mugzy was so very gentle and patient with them no matter how wild they were. He was also very protective of them like they were his own. – Christopher
But he was a PIT! That’s what some people will think when they read up to this point of the post. And to them I say, your point?
Mugzy was the most gentle, relaxed and loyal dog I have ever had in my life and yes, he was a Pit. It saddens me to think that just because of his breed there are people out there that would have walked by him if he had been in a shelter. Breed doesn’t determine attitude, people do.
Shortly after we lost The Man I was on Facebook and looking at shelter posts. We weren’t planning on getting a new dog anytime soon. Or so we thought. I don’t remember how I came to see the picture of Layla, but her beautiful face popped into my newsfeed and I saved the post to look at later. Well… later turned into pulling up the post about every five minutes and just starting to fall in love with her. I was hooked and determined to see if my husband would be interested in a new family member sooner rather than later. I wasn’t sure as he was hit very hard when we lost Mugzy
I got the go ahead to “just go look and meet her” and the boys and I were off to see her. This is where you think, “just go meet her, yeah right. Any of you who are reading this and thinking, yeah so she’s gonna come home with that dog win the prize.
The boys and I fell in love with her the minute we saw her. It was like she knew that we were there to take her to her forever home. She laid down in front of where my kids were sitting and napped which I thought was cute because she seemed so at peace with us. That’s all it took. We were hooked and had a new family member.
Now, Layla looks more pit-ish than Mugzy did and that’s for good reason. She is full Pit and he was a mixed breed. I don’t know what horror she saw before she came to us but she was very timid and still doesn’t get along with other dogs that well (We think she may have been used to breed puppies and possibly a bait dog due to scaring on her ears) She’s getting better though.
With that being said I want to share about what I feel is her calling in her fuzzy little life. We are training her to be a seizure alert dog/service dog for me. I have epilepsy and some other medical issues that I swear Layla picked up on from the moment we brought her home. She doesn’t leave my side – EVER. She knows when I am not feeling well and a seizure is coming on, she knows when i have a migraine coming on, and she is rapidly figuring out when I just can’t function due to Misophonia stressors.
No other dog has been this connected to me wince my lab Drea when I was growing up. It’s like we were meant to find each other. It’s like she knows her heritage of caring for people, babies, “being a Nanny dog”. She’s her happiest when we are together and she is taking care of her mama. Does that sound like a vicious dog to you? I don’t think so.
So in my round about way what I’m trying to say in this blog post turned small book is… PIT’s ARE AMAZING DOGS WHO JUST WANT TO BE LOVED BY US.