My only experience with an actual Pit Bull was very enjoyable and positive. My friend rescued an adult male, and treated the dog, Max, with love and respect. I never worried about visiting them or playing with Max.

The only problem I noticed was when I came home from visiting, I had strange bruises on my legs just below my knees. I tried and tried to figure out what I'd run into. A coffee table perhaps, or the edge of some chair??

Eventually I solved the mystery. Max's tail was not docked, so it was long and thin and very enthusiastic. When I'd visit, he'd be so glad to see me, he'd crowd around my legs, weaving in and out. His tail would whip against my legs enough to bruise me. It never really hurt, but not exactly the way I wanted to be loved!

Max went deaf in his old age, but even then was never a problem. He's waiting at the Rainbow Bridge now, where he'll greet his friends with a wag of that special tail!