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Our decision did not last long, Floyd was an American Pit Bull and was brought to us by a friend of my daughter's at a few weeks old. He looked like a Vietnamese pot bellied pig but was so cute that we could not refuse him. He grew into a handsome dog and we had him castrated for his first birthday ( what a birthday present). This fierce, killer breed which has had so much bad press was the soppiest, most loving animal anyone could imagine. He slept on my daughter's bed or on mine if I was looking after him and liked nothing better than to wrap himself up in the duvet. He loved to hog the fire and if the fire was not turned on would lie with the most miserable expression on his face until we felt so guilty, we had to put it on for him. He became a firm favourite with the local police who had a sub station near us although strangers used to go pale and cower when they saw him. This attitude used to puzzle Floyd who could not understand what the problem was. When he was about five he ran into a taxi and was severely injured, this was when we discovered that he was a haemophliac. Afer this he never fully recovered and at the age of seven, he was so badly crippled with arthritis and in so much pain, we decided to do the right thing and let him go rather than subject him to more steroid treatment.
Copyright Irene Keith 2001