Pitbull - Blog Posts
Pitbulls are essentially just really cute, goofy toddlers with a whip for a tailbone
Frankie got his cone off and stitches out this morning, he was so excited in fact he popped his cone of himself in the vet lobby. Soaking up cuddles he couldn’t get during recovery
He went bald for a reason
lmao why did we ever let Pitbull ruin our favorite songs in the ‘10s by coming on and saying “Dalé!” and then just leaving
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I just lost my best friend for 12 years 💔 😢 😞 😔 gonna miss him #pitbulllife #pitbull #pit #bull
A late Halloween sketch! Now time for National Turkey Day! 🦃
I think I should start posting again-
So here's a doggo
Muy potente!!
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Rip Maurice you would've loved screaming Pitbull lyrics😔
Hope
IMAGINE: I have no absolute way to describe this fluffy mess of a story. I hope it’s sweet enough that it’ll give you cavities. WORD COUNT: 1.4k
“Jason! I swear to god; stop leaving this damn mask around!” You exclaim.
You had just found this creepy mask made to look like a rotting human face in your dresser. Your lovely boyfriend thought it was funny to constantly hide this horrible costume around the apartment the two of you shared. Jason always got a kick out of it.
Jason emerged from the bathroom, his face red from laughing. “I-I’m s-sorry babe,” he choked out, wiping a tear as he did so. “I couldn’t help it!”
Rolling your eyes, you grab the mask and toss it in his face. “You dick! You’re going to make me late!” Rummaging through the drawer, you find a dark blue t-shirt. “Aha!” You exclaim. “Thought you could hide from me!’
Pulling out the shirt, you quickly tug it on before heading towards the kitchen. You hear Jason follow you quietly as you prepare your lunch.
“Do you have to go?” He whined childishly. Playfully glaring at him, you nod.
“Yes, you know Brett would kill me if I didn’t. I promised him I’d be there today.”
“Why?” Jason grumbled again.
“The shelters’ been down on workers lately, and most people are too busy to volunteer. I said that I’d put in more hours to even it out.” Hearing him groan again, you cock your head.
“What’s the matter, you big baby? It’s not my fault people don’t enjoy working with animals.” When he doesn’t reply, you shrug your shoulders. Finishing up your lunch, you search for your keys.
“Can I come with you?” Jason pipes up.
Pausing in your search, you look at him curiously. “You?” You ask, amazed. “Badass Jason Todd wants to help at an animal shelter?” Jason shrugged meekly before smiling.
“I’m bored. Besides, it might be nice to help for a change.”
“Brett! We got company!” Your boss poked his head out of his tiny office and grins when he sees the two of you approach.
“Well, I’ll be darned!” He exclaimed, letting his country roots show. “Now who is this young gentleman?”
“I’m Jason,” your boyfriend introduced himself. “I’m here to help with whatever you need.” Brett clapped his hands and cheered.
“Thank heavens. We’ve been needing volunteers lately.” Jason looked to you, a smile playing at the edge of his lips.
“So I heard; now what can I do for you, chief?”
Your boss quickly explained that all they had fed the animals, and all that was left was to interact with the dogs. “Now boy,” Brett directed Jason. “You need to watch yourself around Charlie. She’s sensitive. You can’t keep your back to her for long.”
After Brett left, you calm Jason down. “Don’t listen to what he said. Charlie’s a sweetheart. You got to give her time to warm up to you.”
Soon, you approach the kennels, where the dogs greeted you with much enthusiasm. Chuckling, you grab a bag of dog treats.
“Here.” You hand Jason a meat stick. “Give this to Charlie.”
Glancing at the row of cages, the anti-hero raised an eyebrow. “Which one is Charlie?” Gesturing to a certain kennel, you head over.
As you get closer, the dog inside doesn’t budge like the others do. Jason follows close behind.
Getting to the door, you open it. The dog still doesn’t move. “What’s wrong with her?” Jason asked curiously.
“Charlie… She’s had a bit of a rough past. Worse than the other dogs here.” Nodding his head, your boyfriend knelt beside you.
“How come she doesn’t have a label on her cage like the others?”
You observe Jason as he eyes the white-furred canine. “Her name isn’t actually Charlie. We just call her that because her… Previous owners didn’t give her a name. She doesn’t really respond to anything we call her.”
As Jason lowly whistles, you watch ‘Charlie’ perk up her ears. The pitbull hesitantly turns her head, causing your boyfriend to gasp.
They scarred her face; several marks ran across her face in perfect symmetry. Her eyes were a vibrant blue; they seemed so bright until you noticed the left side of her face. The fur was gone, leaving only pale pink flesh.
“She used to be a fighter,” you explain gently, holding out your hand. You watch as the dog flinches but continues to reach for your open palm. You practically coo when she leans into your touch. “We consider her lucky to be alive.”
Jasons silent, so much so, that you hesitate to ask if he’s okay. You’re surprised when he shakes.
“What kind of monster does that? What sane person turns an innocent creature into this… This weapon?”
Taken aback by his response, you look at your boyfriend with wide eyes. Taking a deep breath through his nose, Jason shut his eyes. Sensing his stress, the pitbull slowly approached the door.
Amazed, you watch the dog nudge the anti-hero carefully. When he doesn’t react, she tries again.
Jason’s anger melts as he opens his eyes. The pitbull’s stubby tail wags as she leans against him. You watch as your boyfriend eagerly responds; gently scratching the sides of her neck to rubbing her ears.
“She really likes you,” you tell him, watching the way the dog melted into Jason’s touch.
“How long has this beauty been in here?”
“About five months. Soon to be six. Usually, when people come in here, they want a puppy or a ‘proper’ looking dog. 'Charlie’ here doesn’t fit the bill.”
Jason continues to shower the dog in affection as you say your hellos to the others. By the time you finished your rounds, the brunette was still with the broken puppy.
“Are you trying to make me jealous?” You ask him, feigning anger. The playfulness fades away as you watch the two.
“You’re really attached to her, aren’t you?”
He doesn’t respond, but even you know the answer. A blind man could see the bond beginning to form.
“Why wouldn’t anyone want this sweet little thing? She’s perfect.” Jason rubs her head once more before turning to you. You can already see the wheels turning in his head.
“You want to get her, don’t you?”
His cheeks turn red as Jason stutters. “W-well… She could use a n-nice home. And you always wanted a dog. She’s perfect. We can give her the life she deserves.”
Joining in, the dog gives you kiss after kiss, coaxing you to adopt her.
“Well you are adorable,” you tell her, teasing Jason. “Is that a yes?” He asks excitedly.
If that man had a tail, it would probably cause a tornado with the way your boyfriend was acting.
“I’ll go get the paperwork from Brett.”
“Sign here,” Brett directs you and Jason. As you write down your signatures, your boss pulls out another paper.
“Now, since you want to adopt a dog without a name, you can call her whatever you want.”
Jason looks to you hopefully, silently begging you to let him choose. Smiling, you nod.
“Go for it.”
Ecstatic, he quickly presses his lips to yours before turning to Brett. “I think Hope seems like a fitting name.” Hearing him talk, the pitbull’s ears perked up.
“Hope. Not bad son. Not bad at all.”
Brett prints down the name with a smile. You watch as he stamps the paper with ease, adding his signature soon after.
“There you go,” he tells you, handing you the official papers. “You are all free to take Hope home.”
Jason looks ecstatic as he brings Hope out to the car. A smile never leaves your lips as he helps her into the vehicle.
“This is where you are going to sleep,” Jason instructs Hope. He points to the foot of the bed. “You can get as many cuddles as you want.”
“Cuddles?” You ask him. “Since when do you use the term cuddle?”
“Since I wanted to. Ok?” Your boyfriend asked in a rush, hiding his pink-tinted cheeks.
The two of you then calmly watch as your new pet inspects the home. Deciding it was suitable, Hope faced you. Her muzzle lifted at the sides as she eagerly wagged her tail.
Today was a good day.
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Killing an entire breed based on the biased words of the media and some shitty people. I know a guy mawed by a golden doodle, crippled by the dog that can do no wrong. The news paper changed it to pit bull. Those are the shitty folks who are no better than Hilter, Trump or the KKK and every other genocidal shitwads. I was raised to have a gentle heart but fuck you.
Why do we blame the victims every time? They were baited as puppies, for the so fact that their locked jaws are powerful. That’s it. Can you imagine that? You’re physical traits that you were born with will sentence you to death?
My best friends’ pit bull held down a man who broke into my house with the intentions to rape me and possibly murder me. Pits were bred as a protection breed, and protect me she did.
You sick bastards are the monsters children have nightmares about. Killing without regard for life.
Every villain thinks they’re the hero. Well let me put this in a very neat perspective, that even imbeciles can understand; You’re still a killer. Shift the blame to the ones who made the monster. No one ever asks to be abused, starved, or killed for being born the way they are.
If you think killing any breed of dog for the sole fact they are of a “type” what’s going to stop you at just dogs? Why not people? Race? Gender? Economic Class?
I’d chose the Pit over you anyday, even if it bites.
You’re the monster.
Fix yourself.
Before you kill more.
WARNING: ANIMAL CRUELTY
Apparently people have been adopting dogs and either killing them themselves or dropping them to a kill shelter (and one even said they were flying them to poor Asian areas to be eaten) under the Twitter hashtag #pitbulldropoff
This is completely cruel and evil and word needs to get around about these demons so everyone knows what these demons are planning to do to dogs once they get ahold of them.
If you know someone or if you yourself is planning to give away a pitty by craigslist soon, DONT and wait for awhile!!!! They act like they’re going to adopt them and act all nice then they get rid of them, don’t be fooled!!
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kelvin doodle dump, plus fucked up spongebob and megamind pitbull mix🤞
i love them sm🙏
He is a pitbull, the end of story