Pitty Post Day #2: Just a Foster Dog.

Wow... Our thank you post wasn't supposed to come until Thursday, but we simply can not let another second go by with out saying it. The words "Thank You" simply do not do justice for the amount of gratitude we have for everyone who participated in yesterday's Pitty Post Day. We have a few more entries popping up today and another one that Corbin will be posting for a friend tomorrow -the one we were supposed to post yesterday, but we spent all day reading everyone's amazing posts! We'll finish getting around to comment on everyone's posts today. We read them all (twice!). They are all amazing. Thank you so much to everyone. You really made yesterday a special day and hopefully got the word out to some people who might not have read a pitty blog! I'm in awe of all of you... 63 posts and COUNTING! -Love, Corbin & Jenn

Here's our scheduled post for today, "the momma's" Pitty Post Day post!

Corbin and I had quite the writers block last week trying to figure out what we were going to post about for yesterday's Blogville Pitty Post Day. We've talked about how he came to be our dog a couple of times on the blog, and we just did the post a few months ago that inspired the Pitty Post Day. Also, I knew Corbin would be featured on Deccy's blog with his rescue story and Pet Blogs United was featuring "You Call Me a Pit Bull Like it's a Bad Thing." So, something new and from scratch was needed. When I agreed to take in Eva and her brother, I had a feeling she'd be our foster dog, but I never like to write a foster dog post before we meet the dog, so if we were bloggin' about foster dogs, we'd have to wait until last minute to get our post ready. It was a good thing nothing else came to us and we were able to blog about Eva and Brutus/Oakley (seriously, I can not bring myself to call him anything other than Brutus). There aren't many better ways to celebrate the wonderful dog that we have than saving 2 more and finding them the same wonderful life.

Smile, Brutus!

As Saturday went on and Corbin and I were learning the ins and outs of these two beautiful pooches, I found myself overly emotional at the whole situation. It may have been the sadness of Eva's family handing over their dogs to us -which of course had me in tears as they left hysterically crying. Or it could have just been that big lump that grows in my throat every time I think of where Corbin would have ended up if it wasn't for us and the rescue. So, while I spent all week with a writers drought... here I am with two posts. Hence the reason we're cheating and adding a second day on for our Pitty Post.

This is us, Corbin's family.

Everyone knows about Corbin, but not much about me, his mom (and his dad for that matter, but he's not the blogging type!). Adam, Corbin's dad, had never had a pet before. Can you imagine? I grew up with animals... 3 cats, 3 dogs: 1 Brittney, 1 Cocker Spaniel and 1 Pug all at various times, and I was always around horses. Oh, and a few hermit crabs. When Adam and I bought a house and planned on moving in together, I knew I wouldn't last long without a pet. After about 2 months, I was researching rescues, both local and a few breed specific rescues a few hours away. I wanted a Border Collie... beautiful, energetic, smart and usually water loving, approx 40lbs. I was looking at rescues and shelters every day, imagining life with every dog I saw. 

Before Corbin, I hadn't had much experience with Pit Bulls. To tell you the truth, I hadn't had any experience. None good, none bad. I heard what everyone hears on the news, and thought the same things that most people who haven't experience the love of a pitty think - well, if it happens this often, it must be true, right? Maybe they should phase out the breed if they're so dangerous. Why put people at risk and allow a known vicious dog breed continue?

Really, mom?  Tell us more about your stupidity....

I did. I thought that at one point in my life. It was a short lived moment, because, after all... I'm a dog lover - which means I'm a lover of dogs, not breeds. But, those thoughts did live in my stupid, small brain for a short period of time.

Then Corbin entered my life. "Just a foster dog." Those were the best words that I've ever spoken. Those words changed my entire life, for the better. If I didn't believe that Corbin was "just a foster dog," he might not have entered my life. Then where would I be? Even further into believing these lies and myths about Pit Bulls? If you had told me 3 years ago that I would be the owner of a Pit Bull, writer of a blog -from the perspective of my dog, a foster mom for homeless pets (ok, this one I might have believed), an ambassador for a breed that I'd become nearly obsessed with helping... well, I'd say that was crazy talk.

Ok lady, I'm here to save your life.

Yet, here I am. Writing a blog in the words of Corbin, my Pit Bull. Attempting to change people's minds about this breed that I have come to whole heartedly love. Saving this breed of dog as often as I can, from a fate I can't accept. 

I understand, certain dogs aren't for everyone... Labs aren't for everyone, Chihuahua's aren't for everyone, Pit Bulls aren't for everyone. So, the point of this blog isn't to get everyone in the world to adopt a pitty... but it's to help them understand that they shouldn't rule them out in the hunt for their next best friend. We have pulled pitties directly from shelters and brought them into our home. They have been nothing but thankful, respectful, obedient, hungry and eager to learn and please. These dogs that have been tossed away, neglected, given up for whatever reason... they find it in their heart to forgive, forget and love. If only humans could be as knowledgeable about life as pitties. If only humans could put on a happy face after the darkest of times and forget it all. The world would be a much better place with a pitty mindset.

Now you're just getting sappy, mom.

I am thankful every day for my goofy brown dog. Thankful that he brings so much joy to our lives. Thankful that he's opened my mind to something wonderful. Thankful that he has changed the minds of so many like my previous self. Thankful that he has brought me to a world filled with dog loving people who understand. You can't help but love him when you meet him, laugh at his wiggley body, awe in his (mostly) awesome behavior, and giggle at his hilarious expressions. I'm sure we would have loved any dog that came into our lives, but I'm so happy fate brought us Corbin. Life without him wouldn't be nearly as worthwhile... We love you, Corbee. Thank you for making our lives something wonderful.

It's okay momma.  I love you, too.