"Dead Game"

I'm no good until I get hit the first time.

Tony says I'm a slow starter.

But once I get going, nothing can stop me.

I never quit. Never.

I looked across the ring. I'm fighting a black guy tonight. Bosco, I think his name is.

It doesn't matter what his name is.

This is the first time I saw him. They don't let me face the other guy at the weigh-ins anymore. Sometimes, I go after them right there. I have to save it for the fight.

He's a little bigger than me, but he's still inside the weight limit.

He's younger than me, too.

But I've been around a lot longer. You can see it on my face. And all over my body. Experience counts for a lot in these fights. You can't tell if a fighter's any good until he gets nailed the first time, that's what Tony says. Then you find out about his heart.

They say it's in my blood, fighting.

But I really only do it for Tony.

I love him.

He's been with me since I was real little. He gives me everything.

I train the old way. Special food. No sex before a fight.

They say that's why we started fighting. For sex. To have our pick of the bitches.

But I could have sex even if I didn't fight. I fight for Tony.

I work out all the time. Tony even built a special treadmill for me, to build up my endurance.

If you get tired in these fights, you lose.

I never get tired.

I watched the black guy across from me, waiting for the signal to start. I watched his eyes. He wasn't afraid.

They never are.

Down here, the purse is nothing . . . all the money comes from betting.

Tony always bets on me.

I'd never let him down.

I'd die first.

I'm not afraid of dying. It's just sleep. And you don't wake up.

I faced the black guy. Tony rubbed the back of my neck, getting it loose.

The crowd screamed.

We bumped once and the black guy came at me.

He was quicker than me. I took his first shot right in the chest. The fire exploded in me and I tried to tear his head off.

He went down, but he got right back up.

The referee separated us a couple of times when we locked together, but they never stop these fights.

It was a long time before I took him out.

Tony carried me out of the ring.

I couldn't see Tony, my eyes were torn.

The other guy hurt me real deep.

I was going to sleep.

I heard Tony crying.

I felt his hand on my head.

Patting my bloody fur for the last time.

Reading this brought tears to my eyes.

lovemypits wrote:

Reading this brought tears to my eyes.

Yeah it's sad but I think it captures what might be going through a pit dog's head pretty well. The APBT will do ANYTHING to please it's master and if he cant accomplish his task, he'll die trying.

I will agree with you. My dogs are by no means trained well or fighters or anything. I can see tho that they watch me and try to make me happy. It's like their lives are lived for me. If I'm in the kitchen they're in there, if I'm in the shower they are in the bathroom, etc... I can see how they want to please me. I see lots of other dogs and it seems they just go about their lives, get pets when they want otherwise just do their own things.

I LOVE PIT BULLS!!

wow that is mostlikly wats going threw their heads that was great

That hurt.

I hate reading stuff that messes up my eye sight.

If that won't make ye stop & think, ye ain't got a heart.

Mule