The owners of my local campershell place have a pitbull named Stormy who comes and greets all the customers, and while you wait, sits at your feet and wants to be petted as much as you're willing. Apart from a disagreeably oily coat (you need to wash your hands afterwards), I have no problems with the dog, and in fact, she's one of the most pleasant and well-behaved shop pets I've ever met.
My sister worked as an animal health technician for a number of years and she said pitbulls came in two categories: psychotic with psychotic owners, and incredibly sweet with owners who basically had them as the family dog and liked dressing them up in spiked collars and harnesses they way other people used rhinestones and questionable sweaters.
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