Anonymous asked: did you always know you wanted a pitpull?

no, i only knew that i wanted a dog!

i have asthma, and since i was young i’ve been allergic to all sorts of inconvenient things (from cats and dogs to pollen to dust to mold and so on and so forth). i remember going to the doctor to take an allergy test and crying when we got the results because i was still allergic to dogs. weeping. not throwing a tantrum, just feeling like my heart was breaking because i so badly wanted an animal to love and take care of and play with. …did i mention i was 6?

sooo when i was 6, we went to visit my cousin in washington. her parents had just gotten her a horse, and at this time (and for many years after… probably still kind of applicable) i was head over heels horse crazy. but i was kind of just animal crazy in general, and i wanted a pet SO badly. i would help write the grocery list and write ‘puppy’ and ‘pony’ on it frequently. and by frequently i mean every single chance i got. so my cousin tells me she asked her parents for a horse for six years. and she said if you asked every day for six years for something you would get it. i really took that advice to heart, it seems like.

so flash forward to when i turned 12.. i really liked (and still enjoy) going to the animal shelter to play with the animals (except every time my mom would bring me i would fall in love with something and cry when we didn’t get to bring it home, so she wasn’t very inclined to bring me there more than once a month). so this time we walked in, like usual, and walked straight to the dog section. all the dogs in there were kind of crazed and loud and barking and leaping at the door when we walked by, and it smelled of urine and feces, and it was kind of overwhelming, but i mean i lovedddd the animal shelter so none of this really phased me. then i saw one cage that was quiet, and there was this little white puppy sitting there quietly, looking out the bars, just looking so forlorn and sad… and i asked my mom if we could take that one out for a walk. she was more inclined towards another dog, a big brindle mixed breed that was standing at it’s door wagging it’s tail, but she humored me. so we took the little white pup out for a walk (her name was milly), and played with her and pet her and i loved this little dog so much my heart hurt. and by this time i kind of realized me getting a dog was a shot in the dark. but regardless i pleaded and begged with my mom (as was the norm whenever we went to the animal shelter) and promised i would do everything for this dog. i would walk her and feed her and train her and love her and make her the best dog ever. and she still said no.

but then when i walked back into the shelter to return little milly to her cage (mournfully), my mom took a second to herself and went to the payphone in the waiting room to call my dad. yeah cell phones didn’t really exist as a normal commonplace thing yet… i’m aging. and i guess they had already been talking to each other about letting me get one, and he agreed to come out and meet her!

and the rest is history. we took milly home with us and i renamed her mika, and she is the most perfect, amazing, wonderful, loving dog i could ever ask for. my dad did say when we got her that he wouldn’t have let me get her if she was full pit, but i think if he were alive now and had access to the internet he would change his mind about full pits. she reminds me of him, and even now when i say “dad” or “daddy” she perks up her ears and looks towards to door to see if he’s coming home.

ah so i’m sorry i just typed out a novel in regards to your very simple question, but remembering all of this was so lovely for me i couldn’t stop the flow.

i find mika to be the sweetest dog i’ve ever met. she’s kind to strangers, amazing with young children and babies, and great with other dogs. i highly recommend pitbulls as pets. they’re loyal and loving and super intelligent.

i couldn’t ask for anything more in a dog. she is part of our family.