In the Eyes of a Pit BullI am telling you my story behind the bars of a jail. The evil stares I get for listening to my owner I thought cared about me. I ended up with only tragedy accumulating in my thoughts. I don't understand the human language, but one thing I do understand is my dog instincts. I remember I was put in the arena. It smelt of past bloody battles. I remember the brutal training my owner ceased upon me yet I do not understand nor like this gory sport. I had an opponent twice my size. The jaws of the beast before my eyes were enormous as they clamped down on my wrinkly skin. The pain was excruciating. It shot not only up my leg, but through my body. I let out a blood-curling cry. Not a cry of pain, but a cry for forgiveness for whatever I did to my owner to make him put me through this torture. Behind me I could hear the cheering, the shouting. I could hear my owner's distinct shouting behind me. A flood of memories drown me. I remembered that shouting of when I went through the horrific traini
im a pitbull mommy and i love it