Wednesday, December 13, 2006
  Another pit story
Police blames pit-bull puppy for gnawing 4 toes off baby while parents slept


"A pit-bull puppy chewed off four of a baby girl's toes while the child's parents slept, police here said Monday."

Okay, there are so many things wrong with this story.

Pit bulls get a lot of shit. Understandably; they do a lot of bad things. I'm not one to really jump to any conclusions about aggression and animals, and for a long time I thought he reputation pits have was unfair. Until I saw that pit bull kill a stray cat in my front yard, until I saw how it could just not control itself, even though it knew well enough to heed my commands. Now, well.. I don't think I would ever have a pit bull. I'm sure there are lots of them that are sweet as sugar, but I'm just a bit apprehensive.

Then I read this. A six-week-old puppy, for crissake! I thought, it surely must not have understood what it was doing, gnawing this poor baby's toes off. So you feel bad for the puppy. At the same time, the baby must have been crying and crying. Do puppies understand that?

Then I think - wait, the parents were sleeping in the same room as this baby? On a mattress on the floor, while the baby slept in her car seat? And they didn't wake up?

I remember watching Amanda overnight when she was a little baby. I used to snuggle her up on the couch with me when she'd wake up in the middle of the night, a bottle propped in her mouth. People would ask, aren't you worried you'll roll over on her or something? But no; when you're sleeping with a little baby, your senses are hyper aware. You know to not roll over, even though you're sleeping.

So what kind of people are sleeping with their kid in the living room, on a mattress on the floor, while the baby is in a car seat? What kind of people don't wake up when their baby is bawling for an hour because her toes are being chewed off? (I'm guessing they were under the influence of something.)

You know, 'cause pits are bad-ass. 50 Cent has one. They're a good accessory to your gold chains and pants hangin' off your ass.

So yeah, new theory: maybe it's not the dogs at all. Maybe it's the owners. Or maybe it's a combination of both.

Recap: this story is f'd up, in so many ways.
I agree. It's weird, but whenever someone tells me they have a pit, 2 things immediately cross my mind: 1) "Aww, I like pits." and 2) "Despite any prior notions, this person is clearly trash. In all likelihood this person has Nextel phone that looks like a NASCAR."
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Making a difference

A small boy lived by the ocean. He loved the creatures of the sea, especially the starfish, and he spent much of his time exploring the seashore.

One day the boy learned there would be a minus tide that would leave the starfish stranded on the sand.

When the tide went out, he went down to the beach, began picking up the stranded starfish, and tossing them back into the ocean.

An elderly man who lived next door came down to the beach to see what the boy was doing. Seeing the man's quizzical expression, the boy paused as he approached. "I'm saving the starfish!" the boy proudly declared.

When the neighbor saw all of the stranded starfish he shook his head and said: "I'm sorry to disappoint you, young man, but if you look down the beach, there are stranded starfish as far as the eye can see. And if you look up the beach the other way, it's the same. One little boy like you isn't going to make much of a difference."

The boy thought about this for a moment. Then he reached his small hand down to the sand, picked up another starfish, tossed it out into the ocean, and said: "Well, I sure made a difference for that one!"

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