I was told by the adoption shelter to take Bailey the vet asap to make sure she was healthy, you know, kinda like you have a car checked out before you buy it in case it's a lemon. Also, in hindsight, it's good to establish a vet for your dog as soon as you can. So I looked one up near my house with some good reviews, made an appointment and brought my dog in.
I had had Bailey for about 2 or 3 days at this point, and she was already the greatest thing ever. I was so immediately in love with this dog and her gentle soul and sad eyes that I didn't really care what they told me about her, I wasn't going to give her back. She seemed healthy enough anyway, so I wasn't worried.
I gave the paperwork to the receptionist, and everything seemed in order... until she got to breed. She looked at the "plott hound" on the paper, and I don't even think she'd ever heard of that. She looked at my dog, then looked at me, and she was like "I don't think that's a hound dog."
In retrospect, of course she wasn't. But I was still ignorant as heck, so I was like, "Well, that's just what the shelter labeled her, I think cause she's the brindle color."
Let me put one of the first pictures I have of Bailey here:
Compare to a picture of a plot hound here:
Similar, maybe, but Bailey doesn't have a long muzzle or ears, and she's chunky, not lean.
I had had Bailey for about 2 or 3 days at this point, and she was already the greatest thing ever. I was so immediately in love with this dog and her gentle soul and sad eyes that I didn't really care what they told me about her, I wasn't going to give her back. She seemed healthy enough anyway, so I wasn't worried.
I gave the paperwork to the receptionist, and everything seemed in order... until she got to breed. She looked at the "plott hound" on the paper, and I don't even think she'd ever heard of that. She looked at my dog, then looked at me, and she was like "I don't think that's a hound dog."
In retrospect, of course she wasn't. But I was still ignorant as heck, so I was like, "Well, that's just what the shelter labeled her, I think cause she's the brindle color."
Let me put one of the first pictures I have of Bailey here:
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| Bailey day 1 or 2 of me owning her |
Compare to a picture of a plot hound here:
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| A plott hound. |
Anyway, the receptionist was still skeptical, so she called the doctor out to come see this dog. This was a single doctor practice, and out she came, this short, round, black, sassy doctor lady. She walked around the corner, looked at my dog, and with her hands on her hips she very bluntly said, "That's a pit bull."
My heart sank. The one type of dog I wanted to avoid, and here I was with one. I mean, it made sense; that was the breed I was attracted to on Pet Finder, so of course I would end up with one. And after the one second of my 'oh crap' thought, I was like, 'oh well, I love her so much, it doesn't matter what she is.'
I think we kept plott hound on her paperwork, because pit mix could end up giving me a lot of headaches with apartments and/or insurance in the future. (Years later I would end up doing a DNA test, and she isn't pit either, she's actually a boxer-rottweiler mix)
That's short story of how I found out my dog was maybe a pit bull, the breed I didn't want to deal with, but yet, in the end, it didn't even matter. She was the best dog ever, and still is today.
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