I am lucky enough to volunteer with an amazing pit bull organization. If you are remotely near PA, you should volunteer with us too. We have a program called Club Pit. From the website:
“Looking for a way to meet other pit bull owners or socialize your dog responsibly? New adopter from a shelter or rescue looking for support? Have a pit bull and want in on the fun? Check out LCPO’s Club Pit! It is our mission to have responsible pit bull owners in our communities. Club Pit is a way for us to lend pit bull owners the support they often need through information, socialization and a low cost spay & neuter program.”
Wow. Is that awesome, or what? Well I am a pit bull owner and I need support! So yesterday I join Club Pit for their first weekly training walk. It is a controlled environment that we can work on training, where I am supported and understood by fellow dog owners. Less judgement; more nodding and compassionate smiles. I love it, obviously. Anyone who knows Leroy by now, knows he was bound to throw a few fits. My friend and rescue champion Christine remarked, “Is that all he does? That’s not so bad. I’ve seen worse.” She was perhaps being nice, or slightly delusional 😉 However, her unwavering support means a lot. And Leroy adores her. I did not remind her that, yes, this is all he does after two years of training and 20mg of Prozac! But all in all, he was slightly improved from his pre-Prozac, pre-Reactive Rover days. He was vocal.. he really loves to let everyone know how stressed out he is. And I was a neglectful mom and couldn’t find his Halti, so he pulled like a demon. But otherwise, he did just fine.
Please ignore how attractive I am. It was a great hair day.
Leroy was trying to woo Sage, who was training for her Therapy Dog test
Despite how well I know Leroy and how I am always preaching about standing up for your dogs, I found myself climbing up a slippery mountain to get away from a
ditsy, inconsiderate normal dog owner who thought it was funny that her two dogs totaling 35 pounds were pulling her towards our pack. Instead of just yelling out, “Stop, he needs his space!”, I decided to run off the path, risking my life twisting an ankle to get out of her reach. I need to start taking my own advice! So in case you haven’t read it yet, or if you need a pep talk like I did, check out this blog.
Leroy and I prepared for the walk by decorating ourselves with yellow ribbon. Of course, not all dog owners know what this means. So I’m here to tell you! 🙂 It means Leroy needs his space. Here is the website for the Yellow Dog Project. Check it out and if you see a dog sporting yellow, (or an owner running up a mountain) give them some space!