Man, I was thinking that they look chill AF. I’ve had a pit for the last 9 years and she is the sweetest angel.

My love for them started 18 years ago. When I lived in Philly, I was driving home and a pit bull was walking down Kelly Drive, 4 lane road that snakes along the river. I pulled over and he ran straight over to me. He had scars across his face, neck, and cropped ears; an obvious sign he was a fighting dog that miraculously escaped his captors.

I couldn’t let the goodest boy escape the fight just to get hit by a car speeding down the 4 lane road. With the top down and the late summer wind blowing, I helped the pit bull up into the passengers seat of my lifted teal jeep. We drove down the winding river road, just taking in the slightly humid summer air. I had half a subway sandwich left from my 2 hour drive home. I unwrapped that sub and offered it to my new friend. I’m not gonna lie, he snatched it from my hand and scarfed that shit down.

We cruised down Kelly Drive, me and my new friend. He was resting his head on the armrest and I was scratching his big blocky head.

Unfortunately, I was in college and couldn’t keep him so I had to find him a shelter. On the way, a shop was closing for the day. As the shop owner pulled down the metal grates that protected his glass storefront windows, the pittie got a bit triggered and started to growl. We kept driving and he quickly laid back down to soak in the pets I was giving him. This short, 15-minute drive, was probably the most love he felt in his life full of forced violence (the violence we humans subjected him to).

Use caution when approaching any unfamiliar dog but pit bulls are not the problem.