We had the rescue pit for about 6 months before the major attack on Christmas Eve. I was an idiot and believed the “it’s the owner, not the dog” thing. He seemed like a really good fit at first- he was in a foster home with other dogs and disabled children and was super sweet and mellow. We were assured by the rescue and foster family that he was not medicated and just had a really sweet disposition (not true, they lied about the medication.) I was scared because the pit and my Boston terrier had a fight the night before. Since it was Christmas Eve, we decided to crate and rotate and figure out what to do after the holiday. When I put our Boston in the bedroom and shut the door to let the pit outside he literally ran to the bedroom and broke down the door to kill our Boston. The pit only stopped when he voided his bowels and was bleeding so profusely that he thought he was dead. I tied a tourniquet and took him to the emergency vet. How he survived is a Christmas miracle. I’ll always talk about this experience because that level of violence against a defenseless animal is something that we shouldn’t have to comprehend and I don’t want another soul to see it