Canine Genocide
By: Marc Cavigioli
One of the great unheralded tragedies of the last decade has been the wholesale abandonment and slaughter of bull terriers throughout the country. This to a dog that for the first half of the twentieth century was considered the darling of America. Buster Brown, the Little Rascals, RCA, even WWI mascot posters all paid tribute to this beloved family member. The breed was valued for its loyalty and gentle forbearance with children, for its plucky gameness and comic panache.
Yet today it is almost universally reviled as an untrustworthy demon in domestic dog's clothing. The breed has been destroyed in the inner city. And while there are certainly responsible members of the hip-hop community, it would be tough to deny that rap, drug/gang culture has altered the way we view this breed.
What do we do with these thousands of unwanted bull terriers? The answer is as simple as it is difficult to achieve. We learn to want them, to value what they have to offer. We must recognize that media-hype entails only a small minority. Many attacks attributed to pit bulls are in fact committed by dogs of indeterminate origin in some cases entirely unrelated to bull terriers. We must also realize many “pit bulls” have been mixed with other breeds to make them larger, more people aggressive.
While some unwanted bull terriers have soft, gentle personalities and are ideal family pets what of the others? What of the intense athletes that though sound with people, may be animal aggressive or just too driven for the average household? Such high-energy individuals have much to offer an owner who appreciates their unique requirements and talents.
Yet according to statistics those who adopt from pounds are most often families with little children, folks with little or no dog expertise. In this age of overburdened families, soccer mom's who both work and raise a family, executive dads who hardly have time for their human families let alone canine ones, intense bull terriers fit like a burr under saddle.
Most popular with adopting families continue to be the retriever breeds who, no matter how energetic in their youth, often settle to calm, quiet demeanor in adult years. Dogs are desired with show-bred, watered down personalities to provide the ideal non-presence for busy homes. Talk to and read about today's dog owner and it's clear many folks are more interested in a living stuffed animal "for the kids" than a true, contributing family member who has needs.
Intense pound pits are up against a culture that cannot and will not accept their dynamic, even if gentle, personalities.
We as Americans are not a war-like people. We value life above all else. In more primitive times when life was lived close to the edge, when the ability to physically defend oneself was part and parcel of everyday life, physical prowess enjoyed a more respected position in the panoply of personal attributes.
On my gym wall hangs a quote written in the 1300s by someone named Forza (Italian for strength). I framed it because of its appropriateness in a place where physical excellence is pursued. It also shows how far culture has shifted from the glorification of physicality.
Prowess is so noble a virtue that one must never pass over it too briefly for it is the mother-stuff and light of noble men and as the log cannot spring to life without fire, so the noble man cannot come to perfect honor or to the glory of the world without prowess.
Only the lower socioeconomic classes ensconced in our cities, classes whose lives are more tenuous than the comfortable middle class, seem to value the indomitable spirit of the driven bull terrier. Is it any wonder these dogs are bred within this culture?
For us middle class Americans to make room in our busy lives for such an energetic dog, we must once again value what the bull terrier represents. Even if our lives are not lived on the edge we can still appreciate the tenacity for which bull terriers are famous.
Consider the Ogalala legend taken from The Journey of Crazy Horse, A Lakota History by Joseph Marshall III.
Long ago a hunter heard strange noises on the prairie. He cautiously searched for it’s source pausing to listen to growls and roars of pain and rage and to the sound of trees and shrubbery apparently being torn apart. Then there was silence.
Curious, the hunter continued to search until he came to a scene of mayhem and death. A grizzly bear and a badger lay dead. The ground, trees and grasses all around them showed signs of a great struggle, a battle to the death. But it was the dead combatants that fascinated the hunter. The badger’s jaws were still clamped to the bear’s snout. Thus they were locked together forever. The hunter could only surmise that although the bear had shredded the badger’s body, the smaller animal did not relinquish his hold. In turn the badger had torn out the bear’s eyes and inflicted deep wounds on his head causing the bear to bleed to death.
The hunter walked away impressed by the tenacity of the badger and vowed to emulate him. To the very last the badger had remained true to what he was.
While this story may seem violent in our softer culture, like the hunter of the story, we need to focus on the laudable qualities made clear: courage, tenacity and being true to oneself. These qualities stand in good stead in any culture, even one as safe and tranquil as our own. That pit bull terriers have these qualities in spades gives them value.
Whites have long claimed the Ogalala Sioux were a war-like people. But it is unfair to judge a people who are defending their land, families and way of life as war-like. If those were to be taken from me, I too would wish to be seen as war-like. Nonetheless I would guess that the Lakotas, whose way of life was dependent on physical courage and prowess, valued these qualities in a way we can't even begin to understand.
The qualities the Lakotas valued are embodied in the badger. But in our liability conscious, soft, protected lives, I don’t think a badger would make a fun-filled companion. Who would want to sleep with a badger under the sheets? Wild animals deserve their dignity, belong in their homes not ours. Our domestic bull terrier though is a living embodiment of tenacity yet is gentle enough to be a therapy dog for the elderly …and my bully sleeps with me.
Without courage there is no tenacity. John F. Kennedy was reported to have valued courage above all other personal qualities. What does it say about a nation and its people if they no longer value courage? As a culture we need to reduce the superfluous in our lives. We need to cull the "deadwood" thereby giving relevance to things we’ve lost sight of. Though we no longer need rely on physical prowess to survive, the beauty of physical supremacy strikes a chord in our hearts.
By freeing our schedules and making the time to adopt an abandoned bull terrier we open the door to possibility. When we put down the remote control and, as a nation, become more active and explore the natural world with our canine companions we re-engage with life. By saving the life of an unwanted courageous athlete and by following through with our responsibility of daily exercise we not only save a life, we regain and enrich our own.
Until we can return to the appreciation of the "antiquated" values of courage and tenacity, we will lose out on the loyalty, paradoxical gentleness and comic relief of the bull terrier. In squandering these potential best friends to the incinerator and trash bin we turn our backs on athletic genius. And countless thousands of bull terriers, our beloved breed of yesteryear, will be losing out on the one thing we as a culture claim to value most.
Life.
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