I found Ginger as an emaciated puppy at a auto shop in the middle of a ghetto. She was just hanging out in the parking lot when we pulled up and everyone would just ignor her and walk on by. I called to her and she ran up to me with her floppy feet and huge ears. I had no idea what she was until my vet told me she was a Pit Bull. She is the reason I've tried to learn so much about the breed and dedicated my time to rescue them.

My other female Gravity was running scared for her life down the street outside my neighborhood. I was already late for work when I tried to stop and get her, but she wouldn't get in my car because she was so scared. My boyfriend had mentioned wanting a black and white Pit Bull, so I called him when I got to work and told him to pick up his new dog off the side of the road. Of course he went and rescued her. She's not very friendly with strangers (fear aggressive) but she is a big baby to us.

My "white boy" Hydro (a Pit Bull) was also running down the street outside my neighborhood, only he was trotting along on a mission. So we pulled up to the curb and opened the door and he didn't think twice about jumping in and pushing me out of my seat The fur around his neck was gray and dirty from having what I think was a chain around it at one point. He has a very sassy mouth and will tell you off in an instant, especially if he thinks you are mad at him. It was a mutual decision between me and my boyfriend to keep this one too.