Hi Bob – I would like to be in your Pit Bull Pals Club. My Dad thinks I have the head for it. He is not sure I am 100% pit bull, but maybeou can make an exception if I am only like 90%.
Let me tell you a bit about me. A long time ago (well, in dog years) I used to live down the road but those people were not nice to me. I was very unhappy. So I wandered up the road because I could smell happy dogs.  

At first, my original dad came looking for me, and took me home again. He accused my Now Dad of stealing me, so I ended up in the miserable place again. I didn’t have enough food, my leg was broken, and I had heartworms. THAT’S how much my original dad cared about me (not). So I made a great escape again, and came back here. This time my original dad didn’t even look for me, and my Now Dad said good riddance and some other rude things I can’t repeat because your ears would shrivel.

My new Dad and Mom took me to the vet and put me on meds to get rid of the heartworms. My leg healed, and, although I walk with a limp, I can get around just fine, although sometimes I need an aspirin. I had to remain in isolation for several weeks while the worm medicine worked – no exercise.You can imagine how hard that was, because our yard is filled with squirrels and moles and rabbits and other cool things to chase and eat. 

Speaking of eating, once I got all better I became a great hunter. I used to bring all sorts of things home to eat and share with my people. They were not crazy about all the carcasses I dragged home but they love me anyway. Now I just hang out in the yard and sun myself. Oh, and I guard the property too. But I love the Fed Ex and UPS guys. They are so cool – they let me get in their trucks and sniff all the boxes. You wouldn't believe what some of those boxes have in them or where they've been! 

I am not really friendly with the other dogs here so I get to live outside. I have my own dog house with 2 blankets and 2 sleeping bags and a special heater for the winter. I get three square meals a day, and lotsof treats. Best of all, I get a lot of love and I get to supervise my Now Dad when he does outdoor chores. He says I am a good helper except for the holes I dig in the lawn.

I have lived here now for maybe 6 years or 7 or 8 – I don’t really remember and I'm not so good with arithmetic. When I came here I didn’t have any gray hairs on my face but now I am starting to look like my Dad. He says it gives us character.

I don’t remember what my original name was but my Now Dad named me Lady. (He’s nice but not very original.) When I went to the vet the first time, they said I looked more like a Lady Bug and so I became Lady Bug.  

Anyway, I could tell you more, but I just wanted to apply for membership in your club. I have included a few photos of me. I think youare very handsome but you are a bit too young for me, and I have already had puppies in my former life with the nasty people, so we can be just platonic friends, if that is OK with you. 

Your new friend,
Lady Bug

PS -- I have attached a few photos. One is of me smiling, another one is to show you my gray muzzle, like my Dad's, and the third one is of me guarding the property. It just looks like I am taking a power nap in the sun, but as you can see I have one ear up and am listening to everything that is happening. Nothing gets by me!


                                       

                                                                                    
                                                                                    This is why I KNOW LadyBug is a Pit


So glad to have you with us, Ms. LadyBug.      Kiss your Dad for me and make sure you give him a big sloppy one!

Love and Licks,


Bob