I love my pit bulls. They are the light of my life and I cannot imagine a life without them. They have the biggest and most expressive faces I have ever seen. I affectionately nickname them the “Boo-Bears”.
This is my favorite kind of kissing booth.
I saw this video that reminded me of how my pit bulls interact with my miniature poodle. In this video, a demonic chihuahua picks a fight with a pit bull, but the pit bull is being such a sweetheart and good sport as the little creature pesters him. This is just like how my miniature poodle acts alpha towards my pit bulls. She would growl and snap at them, but my pit bulls (God love them) remain good as gold and give her kisses. My poodle’s nasty attitude earned her the nickname “queen bitch from hell”.
It is movie night and I am about to watch Gremlins 2 with my own Gremlins, the Boo Bears!
I just tucked the Boo Bears in. Nice and cozy.
Because I love my pit bulls more than life itself, I decided to include them in my fantasy series. When I updated Numen the Slayer, I made them minor supporting characters that pretty much always accompany the kennelmaster’s daughter Lucille (who I named after one of my deceased German Shepherds). While normally raised and trained as hunting dogs, these hounds also assist the main characters in combat situations. I thought it would be fitting to put my pit bulls in the story because dogs were commonly seen in medieval times. The type of medieval hunting dog that resembled my pit bulls the most was the mastiff, which makes sense since all three of my pit bulls have mastiff in them. Mastiffs were specifically bred to hunt wild boar and their purpose was to hold the pig by either the ears or the back of the neck and hold it down while the hunter finishes it off.
Here is a poem I wrote about my pit bulls:
“Two innocent souls look at me with fetching brown eyes.
Their large faces display hope and undying affection
while their brindle coats glimmer in the light. Only two
ambitions compel these adorable beasts: cuddling and
kissing with the closest human. I often reflect on how I
met these loyal hounds.
One terrier came from the east while the other came from
the west. Before they became mine, one lived a troubled
life while the other lived in luxury. Fate smiled on these
two puppies when my kin found them. The troubled hound
took a long journey with me and my father and discovered
absolute happiness for the rest of his life upon arriving at
the Golden State.
The pampered pup was found in a pet store. He was wild
and undisciplined, but despite his flaws was a loving
dog. When he arrived in my den, his brother from the
east welcomed him warmly. Together, the two terriers
became like a furry Laurel and Hardy and amuse my
family with their limitless charm.
Hounds have come and gone in my household, but these
two cuddly beasts stood out from the pack. Every day they
leave a deep impression among the community. It is as
though a light of heavenly love illuminates in the sky
wherever the terriers go. To this very day I live happily as
two innocent souls look at me with fetching brown eyes.”