It’s been a while since I had to put my dog, Oscar, to sleep. One thing I didn’t mention about him was that he was half pit bull and half labrador. When we first adopted him I remember that a friend of mine asked if I was nervous because of the stories about how dangerous pitbulls could be. I assured my friend that his temperament was gentle and that he was very tolerant of everyone and of my other pets. My children used to actually use him as a footstool to get onto the couch when they were very small and even fell on him a few times. He loved it. To him this was attention and was as good as being hugged.
One habit that Oscar had was to chew nylabones. He LOVED them. He would chew and chew. He would chew them into a fine point on one end, then turn it over and do the same with the other end. Every once in a while he would bring one to you so you could throw it across the house. But then he would just run after it, plop down and keep chewing it. This would keep him busy enough for me to take a nap once in a while.
That was exactly what I was doing on the living room couch one sunny Sunday afternoon. The house was unusually quiet so I laid down with my hands behind my head and drifted off. I woke suddenly to a sudden pain in my ribs on my left side. I yelled out of instinct and jumped up. I saw Oscar running out of the room, obviously frightened by my sudden yelp. I rubbed my side and tried to figure out what happened. I looked down and saw the nylabone. No big deal, it was often there.
But then wait. I figured it out. Oscar wanted me to throw the bone and walked into me with it hanging out of his mouth. The pointy side was forward facing and he was just the right height to match up with my rib cage if I was laying on the couch. That was what the sharp pain was.
So the moral of the story is that yes, pitbulls are dangerous. Sometimes they bite people. Sometimes they make their own knives and shank you while you are sleeping.