Getting to know pit bulls, continued

Julia, another UK reader, shares her experience with us:  

I'm in SW London within a short drive of Wimbledon Common, where I walk my dogs (1,100 acres of grass and woodland, all off leash - bliss!). 

I used to love Staffs. My best friend got her first one in the 60s, when they were very rare, and I loved it. I even thought one day I'd get a Staff but over the years I began to go off them. I thought it odd the way my friend's dogs swung from the branches of trees and once when I put my face too close to one there was a sound of teeth clacking together as it lunged at me and just missed my nose

Years later, in the late 90s, I finally I got my own dog, a Sussex spaniel. By then Staffs were everywhere and I became concerned about my dog's safety after he was nearly ripped apart by two of them. It was the way they ran up and jumped on him, like two lions bringing down a deer, that made me realise there was something really sinister about this breed. My dog hadn't even seen them coming. He was ambling along in the evening sun, with my partner and I strolling behind him. He only survived because the two owners ran over and eventually managed to detach them both, even the one that had "locked on".

I was working as a reporter on a South London local paper and taking phone calls from people who had been attacked and writing up the stories. But whenever I wanted a quote from somewhere like Battersea Dogs Home or a behaviourist I came up against the prevailing political correctness (blame the deed, not the breed, etc). At first, I was amazed none of them agreed with me that these dogs were dangerous and nor that they were different from other dogs then I decided they were as good as brainwashed.

The more I looked into it, the angrier I got, especially when people started telling me that it was the media's fault for "demonising" the Staff. Yes, even our Kennel Club says that. 

We have nothing like the amount of pitbull-type dogs that you have in the US - I'm including our souped up Staffs, which are virtually the same dogs - and nothing like the number of fatalities but we do have a lot of maulings and endless killings of other dogs and attacks on animals like horses and cows.

One of the worst attacks I wrote about, which made the front page of our paper, was when two Staffs tore up to a woman who was wheeling her toddler up her own garden path and wrestled her to the ground. The child was thrown clear but the mother so badly injured she had to spend weeks in hospital having plastic surgery. She was a concert pianist and had to cancel all her bookings at the Royal Festival Hall.

Then there was the poor policeman who went to arrest a criminal in our area and was attacked by his Staffs . He was rushed to hospital with 14 ghastly wounds and would have died if his colleague had not managed to rescue him and call for a marksman to shoot them. (Our PCs don't have guns!)

So many heart-rending stories of small dogs being killed by Staffs when out on a walk near their home and some low-life character running off with the killer dog. So much sadness. 

The best thing about being nearly 70, from the point of view of talking to nutters, is that I can tell them that when I was young no-one ever heard of anyone being killed by a dog, let alone mauled by one. Most of us didn't even know what a Staff was. And we children played with dogs unsupervised, because we had ordinary, friendly dogs, not ones that would savage us.

I'm so glad that more people are beginning to resist to all the nonsense spouted by the nutters and the welfare organisations. I didn't know all this was happening until relatively recently and it's so cheering.

Well done Alexandra, Merritt Clifton and Colleen at Dogsbite and other brave people for standing up to the bullies.