<html><head></head><body style="word-wrap: break-word; -webkit-nbsp-mode: space; -webkit-line-break: after-white-space; "><div><div><div></div> <br><div><div>On Apr 19, 2012, at 14:29 , paul bruesch wrote:</div><br class="Apple-interchange-newline"><blockquote type="cite">I'll say it. I do not like pit bulls. And I'm tempering my language. <div><br></div><div>I live in a rather small town, and in the house I used to live in, I only locked the doors if I would be gone for overnight or longer. The backyard neighbor has a pit bull, and warned me not to stick my hand over the fence. Yeah, so why do you have it? Ya' growing pot in there? Cookin' meth? That's the only reason to have a pit bull, IMO. I know, I know... they can be bred gentle or bred tough. But IMO they're never bred cute. </div> <div><br></div><div>I have a longtime (for me) customer with a couple of Weimaraner (big hunting) dogs.  They'd always be barking themselves hoarse and stupid when I pull up, only to be very friendly once I got to the piano. Except last year. When she let them out of the front room, one of them bounded up the stairs at me and snapped at my arm... no blood, but bruised and it hurt for a day or so. They (the people) were about as shocked as I was. Dog went to the back room for the duration. She offered her services (no no no, as a financial planner). I declined, I was fine, they were incredibly apologetic and acted immediately. This year, the dogs were nowhere to be seen the whole time I was there! And I got a great (as great as a cell phone can do) shot of a Pileated Woodpecker on their deck.</div> <div><br></div><div>Thing about all this is... I didn't used to care much for dogs, but nowadays I find myself contemplating the notion of having one myself. Probably won't happen, at least for a while, but that change of heart has come about because of the dogs I encounter day to day at customers' homes. <br> <br>Paul Bruesch<br>Stillwater, MN</div></blockquote></div></div></div></body></html>