My Confession

I yam Mr. Buddy Rose and I yam a very good boy! I yam! I LOVE every single person I meet and am very gentle with small children. I even love little Ms. Bossy Pants. But...

Over the past several months a problem has come up and I had to go to school so me and my Mom could get some new tools to help me. My problem - I don't like all dogs and have had some bad reactions to some doggies just walking by me at my park. I think I get along very well with all small dogs and puppies. I get along well with most female doggies. It looks like I might have a problem with male dogs my size or bigger.

My Mom has been really worried about me. She really wants me to continue my training and be one of those Canine Good Citizens but this has kinda put a change in the course of my training. This past Sunday I got to go to a Dog Reactivity Workshop offered by Chako Pit Bull Rescue.

The drive to get there took almost 2 hours. We got there early so I could walk around a little bit, sniff out the new place and leave a little news on the trees for all the other dogs to find. Then it was time for class.

I tried not be nervous in this new place.

But then the other doggies came in and they looked at me and I looked at them. I have to be honest, I had to give them a few big Bubby barks too.

Guess what? My Mom had brought steak for me as treats! STEAK!! A whole bagful. This helped me keep my attention on my Mom and not on those other doggies. My Mom might have needed treats for herself after she was told she needed to be stronger with me...firmer. She was told I was learning to take advantage of her. HUH? Me? Who knew I was spoiled???

Back to my workshop, my trainer was Dawn Capp. She was a great trainer and knew lots of stuff about doggies like me. She had lots of really good advice, tools, exercises & experience to share. I think she helped me a lot!

Sometimes during training, I was not a very good boy.

After an hour and a half of serious stuff. I was very tired.

For the last exercise, I didn't even want to get up. I didn't!

When the workshop was over, I was so tired. I just wanted to crawl into my Mom's lap and fall asleep, but she still had to drive us home.

I want to be the best doggie I can be. Please don't think bad of me. There are lots of other doggies like me with reactive problems. My Mom is trying to do the best thing she can for me to learn how to work through my issues. We have homework which I think means I will get some really, really yummy treats for awhile, but after that the homework continues forever and I won't get any more steak! This part is sad, but do you know what is even sadder, seeing a pit bull doggie in public who cannot control himself. Sometimes that is me. With some work, training and time I yam gonna get through this to move on to my next training course.

I yam Mr. Buddy Rose and I yam a very good boy, but I yam gonna be a better boy soon!

How To Identify a Pit Bull

There has been much woofing about how to identify a Pit Bull type dog. This week a friend of mine was given a real Pit Bull test. Forget your DNA or your pictures to tell you, we have the sure-fire method.

This is Sully. Sully is a Pit Bull mix, a Certified Therapy Dog, a real AmbassaDog and an all-around good boy!

Sully & his Mom encountered a woman yesterday who knew the sure-fire way to identify a Pit Bull. When she was told Sully is a Pit Bull mix, she said, "I can tell if he has Pit Bull in him." She held up three fingers and placed them across Sully's nose and said, "Yep, he passes the three-fingers test, he has Pit Bull in him."

Sully's Mom showed us how to give the test.

Yep, Sully passed so he's definitely a Pit Bull.

How about me?

I yam a Pit Bull too!

We wanted to test this theory, so here's my friend Ruby Roo.

Yep, Ruby Roo is surely a Pit Bull.

But then something happened. We tested 14 lb. Rascal.

Rut Roh! Rascal's a Pit Bull too!

So, we needed to test this theory further. I know my older sister Mollie is a real Mini-Schnauzer. She is not a Pit Bull! So, we tested her.

Oh no! Mollie's a Pit Bull too. She must be a mix!

So, I guess it is very, very hard to tell just by looking at us if we are Pit Bulls or not. You should never judge a book by its cover. Who knew that Rascal and Mollie were both Pit Bulls!?!?

I guess when Mollie & I are on our walks and people ask what kind of dogs we are, my Mom can just tell them we are both Pit Bulls!