Truth be told, the night I brought Romeo home I felt an uneasiness in the pit of my stomach, as if I was in over my head fostering this guy. Here I was with this strong, big-headed American Pit Bull Terrier who didn’t know me from Adam, and I was nervous. Before we called it a night he gently rested his head on my lap and looked up at me peacefully with those gorgeous, soulful eyes.
The only thought I had was, please don’t bite my head off.
I sit here, 7 months later, ashamed to admit that. For he has not only become someone I love dearly but a reason to fight for something I didn’t know I would believe so much in: Pit Bulls.
And what I’ve learned is they need as many people fighting for them as possible.
Sadly, pit bulls and pit bull mixes are the…
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