... Pitbulls are treated.

They are some of the best dogs I know. They just have a bad reputation so dog owners treat them horribly, and it makes their reputation even worse. I hate how in some places you can't own pitbulls, how some insurances don't allow them, and how neighbors get mad when you own them and complain about their safety. And you can't really take them anywhere. I can't take them to go camping or to the beach or anything, because people fear them and hate them.

My friend has a purebred pitbull, and he is one of the friendliest dogs I know. I have never heard him growl, never seem him hostile towards anything, he wouldn't hurt a fly. And yet his owners say they can't take him anywhere because people hate him. Some people are afraid to go to their house. But I love to go to their house because their pitbull will always welcome me and let me pet him.

And I always hate how some people always see pitbulls as bad, evil creatures. I've read books and see movies where the pitbulls always kill everything and everyone on sight. Okay. No. Even the most aggressive pitbull... well, isn't that aggressive.

I know some pitbulls are aggressive and there have been cases of deaths from pitbulls... but pitbulls should never, ever be that deadly. They are that way because of their owners. They are abused because the owner hates them and their bad reputation. Well, if he hates the pitbulls so much, why did he buy him in the first place? Save the trouble and let a nice owner buy him. God.

No offense to any other users who loathe pitbulls. I just have an opinion and I think Pitbulls should not be treated like this. But if you fear pitbulls, you shouldn't, you should fear the people who abuse the pitbulls.

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So Nekurus is a stag now -happyhands- And i will need somebody to cast the fan antlers, real deer mask, and if possible the DotD pelt? if not the secretary bird pelt. Here is the picto: http://tale-of-tales.com/TheEndlessForest/register/pictogram.php?usernam...

I entered the pond today
Watched the circles around my legs
Drank the cool water and lay
While fawns pranced and reneged

Suddenly in the morning light
A glimpse of movement caught my eye
As dragonflies took flight
In the topaz blue sky

Purple as grapes they arose
Watched their courting dance unfold
Circling, circling in the cosmos
As life began again without control

Here I lie dreaming dragonflies
A glimpse of life unsupervised
Hoping that before my eyes
I see the beginning of paradise.

...once and for all.


Five minutes. Five minutes of flight, five minutes to fight, five minutes to forget all the failures, the forgotten focus of living a life in a lie. Five minutes of waiting for the end to come, fully dead already but forever young.

Five minutes to realize that nothing amounts to much of anything, merely mockeries of magnetism, animal bright.

Pulling, pushing, drawing two together.

She made small sounds and he humored every one of them, settling a subtle touch to sooth nerves and alleviate fears.

He kept letting her go.

He kept lifting her higher and higher off the floor, and letting her go.

He kept acclimating her to fear. He kept letting her know that it didn't hurt to fall a little bit, as long as you could pick yourself up and start all over again.

A little higher.

A little stronger.

A little better.

Soon, he'd be able to let her go -- and when he did? She would not fall.

She would fly.