I have a pit bull dog myself...shes a small little female, sweetest dog ever. But she has a big dog bark and I appreciate it when she barks at the door when someone is there. I have...in the past...opened doors for suit and tie salesman. But not before yelling, "Get back Satan!" to the dog a couple times. The salesman usually just leaves a card and walks away.
Thanks, Glockafella! You absolutely made my day! For more than 14 years I had two superlatively trained Pits - 'Dancer' and, 'Sadie Jane'. But, to most people on the block (especially the teenagers) they were known as, 'Skull' and, 'Bones'.
We had this one overly protective (read, 'anal retentive') mother who used to walk her kids past the house on her way into town several times a week. Trust me when I tell you that she and the kids were in absolutely no danger at all. (Dogs were too well trained for that.) Everything was fine for awhile; but, then one day, while the television was all in an uproar over, 'land sharks' she suddenly called out to me; 'Are those Pit Bulls?'
I told her, 'Yes!' and watched as she threw a complete fit! She mumbled something about this being a, 'family neighborhood' before running off screaming about calling the police! Because she annoyed me, whenever I saw her after that, I called out to the dogs, 'Skull, Bones, come in the house!' Then I'd look at her and say; 'OK, lady, it's safe for you to pass!'
Apparently she made good on her threats to call the police; and, even, wrote a letter and made appearances before the town council, too. One evening my next door neighbor - the town's retired judge and father of the current presiding judge - knocked on my door. We sat down, together, on the porch while he petted Dancer's head as was his custom.
Suddenly he said to me; 'So, is this good ol' boy called, 'Skull' or, 'Bones'? I laughed and promised him I'd stop tormenting the woman. He said, 'they'd' appreciate it because she was driving the town council crazy with her repeated demands for protection from my, 'land sharks'.
This was particularly funny because - as the judge well knew - my opposite neighbor's young children used to ride my Pit Bulls as if they were small ponies! They did this all the time. You'd never see the, 'other side' of those creatures unless I changed them into, 'working collars' and/or gave them a specific command. (I used to work with them for up to 10 hours each week.)
The male, 'Dancer' actually saved my life during a home invasion back in 1990. If it hadn't been for him rushing to attack this huge, filthy dirty, guy who just walked into my home, I doubt I'd be typing this right now. I lost the female, 'Sadie' in October of 1999; this is the only time I've ever cried over any death. 'Dancer' lost the will to live after she was gone; he only survived her by, about, 3 1/2 months - The last month of which he stopped eating.
Ihopewewin, it really is a good idea to always be ready to backup your dog's move with, at least, a pistol. Since that home invasion I have never been out of reach of a firearm - Never. It was a real, 'wake up call' for me!