First memory of a bulldog

Thought it would be cool to hear yall's stories of your first experience with a bulldog.

Ok so I was bout 9 years old living in Apache Junction Arizona in a semi-rural area. The neighbor across the street (Jim) had a few mutts around never fenced or anything, but nobody cared as they were well behaved. His next door neighbor had two Rotts luckily in a fence because they weren't so well behaved. They had a male and female and the female bit my little brothers ear, anyway thats off subject. So one of Jim's females came into heat, and in a couple of days this small, stocky, red, cropped eared dog showed up at his house. That was the first time I saw a "pit bull" in person that I can remember. His name was Ted and he was to this day one of the friendliest dogs I have ever met. Well Ted took a liking to Jim and his female and apparently the original owner didnt want him anymore so Jim adopted Ted. The only issue Ted had was that he would fence fight with the two Rotts. Other than that he never left the yard or barked or anything. One day my dad and I were driving home, as we passed the people's house with the Rotts I noticed they werent in the yard running around barking like they always did, thats when my dad noticed the commotion. It seems that the two Rotts somehow got out and of course went straight over to get Ted. Well Ted was into the big males chest and causing all sorts of damage, the female Rott would every now and then come in and take a nip at the back of Ted's neck, he didnt seem to notice. I was completely schocked. I mean I had seen plenty of dog "fights" but they were the typical slash and snarl thing. I could not believe that this little (probly 50lb) dog did that to, at least a 100lb ROTT at that! Well my dad and Jim got to the fight at the same time I cant remember how they got Ted of of the male but they managed. They had to put the male down and the female was crazier than ever after that. It only took about one year for me to convince my dad to let me have one of those "pit bulls". My first one was a small dark brindle named Sophie, and she was BONKERS! Like in a good way, had no idea of the breeding but she was all I could handle. Well Ill end it there, I could write for hours just on Sophie stories.

So what do youall got?

 

Apache Junction Arizona Hmmmm i know it well i lived in Tucson for about 26 years and i know of 5 ppl out there with dogs (real dogs) So did you get papers on your dog? Whats the Bloodline?

 

So did you get papers on your dog? Whats the Bloodline?


No, we got her from a friend of my older sister. I had no knowledge about bloodlines and such back then, I was only 10.

 

pretty crazy story...... i remember when i was little all the chain spots and me and my grandpa hanging the spring pole in our big ol oak tree and letting the dogs take off like rockeys jumping and getting the toy.... been all good memories expesially with pepople i love

 

It was the summer of 1989 and I had moved to Queen creek, AZ from Washington state to go to college. My Grandma worked for ASU and offered to house and feed me while I went to college. I still remember pulling up to her house and seeing a 40lb brindle dog. I kinda new what it was from the news, and I excitedly asked her if that was a pit-something, she said Mike (my uncle) could answer all my questions. He lived with her in the basement. He said it was (Buck) a Heinzl bred APBT given to him from a friend (Penya) who had had a small yard of Heinzl bred dogs. My Uncle told me about going over to Howard Heinzl's yard and seeing all these mini-pits running around. My mom had always told me about the BULLDOGS they had growing up in Mississippi. I always assumed they were english bulldogs. It wasn't until my grandma wrote a book called "Pigs and People" In the book is a picture of my great grandma with her APBT that I put two and two together. -But I digress. One late night my uncle and I went catfishn on the salt river. We were in his old pick up with Buck in the back. We were driving 30 mph or so when Buck inexplicably jumped out. Mike yelled and I looked in the rear view mirror to See Buck rolling and rolling and rolling. I thought he would be dead before we had stopped the truck. We got the truck stoped, but there was no sign of Buck. My uncle and I swinging our flash light around, yelling and yelling for Buck. then we had spotted buck. He had a Coyote in his mouth. It was stone dead, and almost his own size. I remember turning to my uncle and saying.... ......What the hell kind of dog is this again. From then I was hooked!

 

HAHAHA! Stupid coyote!

 

Both very nice first encounters with an APBT!!

 

My story aint long ive had bulldogs around my whole life,my dad and grandfather were into dogs and had a yard of about 30 dogs.my borther and me use to have to rake chainspots every day befor school,come home and feed them.the sad part is,I never cared enough back then to REALLY listen to what my granpa was sayin,and now that i wanna listen its too late...

 

from the day i was born i remember my dad havin a yard full, used to hunt pigs here in SWFL, no idea what blood, i remember a 5 ft or so alligator gettin in the yard and a female female we had damn near lost a leg...but that lil gator never came back. long story short, parents got divorced when i was really young, never had a bulldog since... he recently passed away at 45yrs old. sept.11 2009, shortly after that a little stray bulldog followed me and my daughter home and i'm hooked.

 

SWFL HUH???Thats about where im at now

 

same story here!
my first dog that was "mine", i was sleeping and didnt want to wake up for school, so my dad stuck one of my grandpas pups in my bed and it woke me up licking my face, a bad billy dog, we named her "taz". i was about 6 yrs old.

 

i was 8. My mom an stepdad had just met and we went to his house. He had 2 pitbulls,a male and a female, didn't know their bloodlines or nothin but i fell in love. Needless to say a couple years later the female was stolen and we found her at a guys house, he had bought her for like 50 bucks or summin but he gave her back to us. He had a yard full of bulldogs an showed us around an from that moment on i was hooked

 

i'm in Ft Myers

 

I had a roomate back in 2001 that wouldnt shut up about the breed. We worked together and roomed together so i had to listen to him talk about dogs all day every day. The more i heard the more interested i became. I started reading about them and fell in love with the breed. He got me hooked!

 

He sounds like an awesome guy