So glad I didn’t get a pit
A few years ago I went through a bad breakup, moved out on my own, and randomly decided I wanted a puppy. I shared that info with some coworkers and one of them told me her pit just had puppies! I was living in a city where a lot of people I knew had pits and I didn’t really think twice about owning one.
I was so excited and picked out my puppy, and waited for her to be old enough for me to take her home.
Well, one day my coworker showed up late to work, with bandages on her face and legs. The father pit had attacked her randomly (she said someone walked by the window while he was eating..) and she ended up having to get stitches in her face and thighs.
At that point I told her I couldn’t take one of her puppies, and a regular at work offered me a rescue Yorkie instead.
This was years ago and I still thank the universe everyday for not allowing me to get a pit