I’m a pit bull-husky; mixed with four other big-dog, sorta aggressive breeds. Does that mean everyone/ everything with four or two legs needs to be afraid when I’m around? NO, it does not!
Little children, senior adults, and the animal kingdom need not be scared that I will pounce, bite and tear them to smithereens.
Yup, there is an exception to the rule. But, before we get to that, I want to assure all that even on a bad day I would never, tear them to smithereens. My Mama taught me much better manners, plus I’d get a major whooping from Mom if I hurt anybody/any creature.
Ok, here are the exceptions:
- Cats! Now, the obvious question is: what about rabbits and those cruel tree-hugging squirrels? Aren’t they just a different form of a cat? The answer: Yes, they probably are, BUT my fortitude and superior strength of character provide the necessary skills to cease and desist; thus overriding my innate nature to chomp a rabbit or squirrel.
- Cats, those sly, aloof furballs make me go nuts. I’m blinded by the lust of the chase; all my sense of right and wrong goes poof, right outta me head. Mom can’t control me, even with a shocker collar on high. No, Mom has never tried this, due to the fact that if I spy a vulnerable cat I’m spurred into immediate action; Mom has no time to get my collar on and turned up to 100 volts of excruciating pain. (Plus, I’m sure My Mama would die before she shot me full of voltage.)
I’d like to tell you I’d feel huge remorse for being involved in cat-danger, and I would, for getting caught, but not so much for the deed.
Mom, a voracious reader, has read many stories/articles regarding pit/husky dogs and not one of them was able to override their killer instinct when a Kitty cat was within reach. Please shoot me an example if you know of a case where this isn’t true.
(Clifford is stuffed to the gills and about to be shredded)
- Occasionally, Mom gives me a hand towel, or if I’m really lucky I get a stuffed animal to toss, shake and rip. Because I’m such a good boy, I wait until Mom gives me the go-ahead before I start my rampage of destruction.
It’s a mess to clean up. I’d like to say Mom does this with a happy face, but I’d be lying.
(Here we go again.)
To sum up: Cats were born to be a nuisance and pit bulls/huskies were born to hunt down and pick on cats. So keep vigilant people, keep vigilant, and never let them cross paths.
🧡Luv, Otis
P.S. My Mama likes kitties and once contemplated getting one. She told me about the plan and when I couldn’t keep the slayer gleam outta me eyes nor the copious drool from free falling, Mom sighed and back peddled that idea right into oblivion.
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