Meet Max

This is Max; he is a 5-month-old pit for adoption at Biscuits and Bath Adoption Center in New York. It is taking every inch of restraint in me not to go and get him right now. I love him and he would be Murphy’s bestest friend ever. I just really wish it were feasible to have two dogs in the city. But it barely makes sense to have one and I know if we have to move having Murphy is already a strike against us having two very large dogs (esp. a bully breed, even though Murphy is afraid of his own reflection) is just a huge headache in the world of renting.

I did possibly the most unintentionally upsetting thing I have done in a long time, I was looking at the dogs on petfinder because I always have my grand and glorious delusions of getting my very own puppy, I love Murphy but first and foremost he is Eric’s dogs. Even though I have wedged my way into cuddling with him in bed to the point where Eric is complaining that he is being pushed out of his own bed at night. Anyway, I thought it would be great to just google image some pictures of pit bulls, maybe find something interesting. Instead I found the most gut wrenching images I have ever seen. I don’t usually associate myself with most things along the lines of using animals for entertainment. I used to live within driving distance of Saratoga raceways and to this day have no motivation to ever go and bet on horse races. And although I was always aware of dog fighting in the city I have never had a formal introduction (and I hope to god I never get one past my google mistake). It brought up photographs of dogs that had been injured while fighting. These things looked like a horror movie, the skin on their faces stripped off so it was just raw looking. I considered re-googling the images to go along with this post but I cant. I left work with this sick feeling about how these animals had been treated. I guess it’s the same mentality for people that are physically abusive to anything, I just don’t understand how your neurons fire to make something like that all right and a normal thing for you to see and create. It’s just so sickening I can’t even wrap my mind around such a warped sense of a human being.

It took me a while to become comfortable with Murphy mainly because I had always grown up with cats, and from time to time when he feels the need to propel all 70 pounds on to the bed inevitable landing of your foot/arm/head/you name it or wakes up in the middle of the night just to run to the front door and bark like something is coming in to kill us when nothing is even with in 9 billion miles of the apartment. But I love him; We cuddle before bed, we hang out a what TV, he cuddles with me and Eric on the couch, and shakes his head back and forth to play with is toy on his own when no one feels like having their arms dislocated during the game of tug. I went home with a heavy heart that people in the world could be so mean . I gave Murphy pets and felt relieved that he didn’t have to be like that and have to fight dogs until he was raw or died. He is a good guy that could have very well be in the same situation since he was found in a dumpster by a sanitation worker before Eric adopted him. Who throws away a dog? What the fuck is that. You know Murphy is in combination with his owner are both some of the best things that have ever happened to me and I couldn’t imagine my day with out a pups to keep me company. Maybe I’ll figure out a way to sneak max home and keep him forever.