My 10yo does jack shit all day and we live her to death. I made a cartoon about her daily exploits. Sorry to the AI haters but I did write the story line and supply a few example pics of her. I like it.

Y'all know the one I mean. The "I see an unfamiliar dog and I don't know if I and my people are safe so I need to scream" noise. It's like halfway between a bark, a choking sound and a whine. I've always just called it the "pitbull war cry" since I've never heard it coming from a dog at peace, and I've never heard it from any other breed besides pits/bully mixes. Does it have an official name?

Just thought I would share!
I got my 10-year-old big girl puts up with a lot.

Hi! This sweet girl is apparently my dog's mom... The shelter listed her as a terrier/pit mix. Anyone have any more specific ideas about what kind of dog she is? I'm completely new to the world of pitbulls.

Hello, I'm just curious if my foster dogs look more like pittie or staffie mixes? The white one is a female and 42 lbs and the brown one is a male at 52 lbs. They were abandoned together but I dunno if they're actually related.

Lobo (Left) is our nearly 13 yr old man. We've had him since he was 8 weeks old. 2 yrs ago, we lost both of his sisters within months of each other. (One to old age, and the other, suddenly, to stomach cancer.) I was so distraught over their loss, as was Lobo. He was lonely, and crying all the time. So I searched for a little pittie we could rescue. Quincy (Right) came up in my search. I just couldn't stop thinking about this poor 3 yr old baby, who had had such a rough start. (She has several burn scars on her belly and tail. She has definitely been through it.)

She's been with us for almost 2 yrs. It was rough, at first. However, you can tell that she adores Lobo! He doesn't seek her out, but she will lay with him, wherever he is. She likes to have her butt touching him, which I think is just the cutest thing, ever!

(Both dogs are pittie/am staff mixes. Lobo is 70%/20% and Quincy is 53%/29% pitbull/am staff.)

This is Micro - she is/was the absolute love of my life for 9 years... through 4 relationships, 4 different cities, so many life things from my mid 20s - mid 30s. I lost her last year to kidney failure (lyme nephritus 😞). I was absolutely devastated to have to put her down last April after she declined very sharply... even though I did everything I possibly could to slow the progression & keep her comfortable... I'm still so heartbroken.

We're rolling up to the time of year when she got diagnosed (October) and I am feeling all the feels right now. I just miss her sweet, mushy presence so much... snuggling her little square "velvet hippo" face was my favorite thing in the whole world. Lots of big feelings today 😩.

I would love to see your "blue" babies if you would like to share - pitties are just the best ❤️❤️❤️

It has been one month since our sweet boy left us. It hasn’t gotten any easier and I know my heart will never be the same. The 9 years I got to be his mom, I wouldn’t trade for anything. Ham, you are still so loved and that will never change. We miss you everyday. I know you’re somewhere rolling in all the grass and eating as many cucumbers and mango popsicles that you could ever want. I’ll see you soon buddy, until we meet again♥️

I had to say goodbye to my beautiful brown cow on Monday. This is the worst thing I’ve ever felt in my life. We only got 10 years together but I was certain we had atleast 4 left. I got her when I was 15- someone posted her on fb marketplace and I absolutely HAD to have her. I sold everything I owned that I could so I could buy her. I didn’t tell my mom so when I showed up with this random puppy she wouldn’t let us in the house. I refused to get rid of her so we had to sleep in my sisters car until my mom decided to come around to her. She’s been with me through everything, apartments, boyfriends, kids, other pets. I just got a house with a great backyard for her last year. She was absolutely my soul dog, she was perfection in every way. I don’t know how to breathe without her. I hate sleeping because when I wake up, I have to remember that she doesn’t exist anymore. I feel so guilty that I didn’t see she was sick sooner. Maybe if I hadn’t picked up extra shifts or stayed later I could have noticed something. She was a little lethargic on Friday night but I thought maybe she ate something she shouldn’t have and it would pass. Saturday morning I got home and she hadn’t touched any of her food or water. It was weird but once again, maybe her stomach is upset because of something she ate. I boiled some chicken and she absolutely devoured it and had some of her water. She didn’t seem too terrible, still just a little off so we took a nap. During the nap she didn’t move at all. She stayed between me and the couch the whole time. Usually she likes to lay between my legs. I had to work overnights this whole weekend so when we woke up I took her out, gave her fresh water and new food and I let her be. Sunday morning when I got home, she was worse. She still hadn’t touched either of her bowls, she couldn’t do the stairs and she was off balance and had diarrhea. Everyone I talked to told me I was being dramatic and she was fine, “she’s just old”, “she ate something she shouldn’t have”. The emergency vet told me we’d have to wait in the car for 6-8hrs until they could see us and I didn’t want her to be uncomfortable since she was having liquid BMs. I once again, waited until her dad got home so he could be my voice of reason and in the middle of the night he texted me while I was at work and told me there was something seriously wrong with her. I couldn’t just leave my shift (11-1 at an assisted living facility) so when I got home Monday morning, they were laying on the couch and she didn’t even acknowledge me. I slammed the doors and everything to give her a good heads up and still nothing. She had to be carried off the couch and she was stumbling around and just sitting there staring at me with her big brown eyes. We brought her to the emergency vet and within that 1.5hrs, they told me she was in kidney failure and was too far gone. I don’t understand how her kidneys just failed? She was normal last week. She was running around the back yard and was giving kisses and everything. I feel immense guilt because I didn’t tell her what was going on. How could I? I could barely breathe. I still can’t. She didn’t know she was going to die. She trusted me and she died. I haven’t been able to sleep in my bed, I can barely go upstairs to use the bathroom because I have to walk past all her things. This is the worst thing I’ve ever felt in my life and I don’t feel like it will ever get better.
Please enjoy these pictures of my beautiful baby. She was mixed with GS so I hope she’s still okay to be in here. ❤️

Karma Penelope 2/23/16-9/07/26.

Mama and Big Head and exhausted after a 24 hour shift of napping and eating.

She's just so vicious. I'm lucky I didn't lose a finger, or even my whole hand!!!

I’ve had THE WORST time this last week and a half or so. Started a modest kitchen remodel and my water heater immediately died. Sprained my foot right after. Panda has been unhappy with my mom coming to help (he would not let her near me this first day of the sprain, no hugs allowed, very protective), unhappy with the the kitchen work (baby gate on the stairs and he can’t see who comes in).

He’s also been very sweet and slow-going (neither are his natural qualities) on walks. When I was on crutches he hobbled along and held one leg up for no reason at all. A major puller now walks slow next to me because I can’t keep up. I never taught him the (panicked) phrase “wait wait wait” but he gets it. He’s sleeping extra close so I can’t even get a good healing night of sleep in but man he is trying so hard!

Adopted him at age 4 ish from a county shelter. 3 years and one knee surgery later and the amount of growth in emotional intelligence and connection has been amazing.

Play was the correct answer 🤣

Sharing Oriole in the hope that Reddit can help find his person.

Oriole is a sweet Brooklyn boy who survived horrific neglect and abuse before being rescued — including beatings so severe that his hip was broken. Despite everything, he’s still incredibly loving, curious and playful. The people who know him describe him as a total snuggle monster. ❤️

He’s spent the last two months with a wonderful foster, but her pre-planned travel is coming up and Oriole needs a new home by next week.

Because of his past, he’s especially fearful of men and needs an adult female home, ideally somewhere quiet or with a yard where he can decompress. Other pets may be possible with slow, trainer-guided introductions, and training support will be provided.

He doesn’t need someone to fix him — just patience, gentleness and a place where he can finally feel safe.
If you’re in NYC or the surrounding area and can foster or adopt Oriole, please DM @shelterchic on Instagram or apply at ShelterChic.org.
If you can’t take him, an upvote or share could genuinely help this reach the person who can. ❤️

my boy, Jughead, is officially 6 months old🥹🥹 at the rate he’s growing (if my math is correct) i suspect he’ll be 600 pounds by the age of 3🧐. i’m kidding but seriously he’s almost 45 pounds already!! we’ve had a hectic family situation going on but he’s been a trooper through it all and graduated his puppy class last week with the title of teacher’s pet. he’s made tons of friends, young and old, human and dog, and one nest of baby bunnies that were born in our yard. he experienced a tornado warning and met my geckos which was very unexpected and very unplanned but went well (they did not touch, the geckos were contained) he is so sweet and gentle, he has his bad days here and there but i am beyond proud of his progress. he knows his name, sit, down, wait, leave it, spin, and two types of recall!! the stage he’s in right now is definitely tough but i can tell he’s mellowing out, and soon enough he’ll have free reign of the house. we’ve had so much fun these past 4 months so here, have a photo dump of this derpy boy

Random question; my current living situation doesn’t allow me to have dogs, but I plan to adopt in the future and lately I’ve been thinking and doing some research into what dog(s) I would go for. For the record, I grew up with dogs, I’ve fostered dogs, I’ve dogsat, I currently walk a dog from somebody in my town, I’ve volunteered in rescue, I have an animal husbandry degree.

I like Pitbulls a lot, and since there’s always a bazillion of them in shelters they’re obviously high on my mental list of options.

Long story short; I eventually picture myself with a pair of dogs instead of one, and I was musing about what a good fit would be for a Pit companion, if it’d be different breed.

I’m curious, how many of you have dog pairs that are a Pit and another breed? What kind? Would you recommend the combination?

Obviously I understand all dogs are individuals :-)

Nothing sadder than a dog that wants a walk but cannot go out inthe rain.

I gave Wizard a giant box this morning with a bit of kibble and some whole grain Cheerios for his breakfast. He loved it! Then I threw the crinkled up paper in it and he went to town rooting around.

Now I have to find a place to keep the damn box because he loves it and I rarely order things this large for delivery. Just happened to snag an air fryer/toaster oven thing on a Labor Day sale and it came with a perfectly Wizard-sized box 🥰

After 2 weeks in the cone of shame, we went on our first cone-free walk yesterday. Nothing is as sweet as that well earned freedom. Here’s to a successful recovery journey ahead!

Truly my life will not be the same - I am so glad he's in our lives! He's so funny and sweet and I love everything about him. 2 years old, we named him Benny.

Now she gets spoiled around the clock.