[fintstone]

My wife has a "purse dog" that we are more worried the grandkids will hurt than the other way around. If you want kids/grandkids, you have to make sacrifices.

I always had fairly large dogs (hounds) growing up and never a problem. If for some reason, I had to have a Pit (can't imagine what it would be) ...I would always be armed with a 45 or similar...and they would never be around wife/kids.

Years ago, a family bought the house next to mine. I was happy to see that it was a police officer, but he quickly ghettoed up the place by not following any neighborhood covenants. I mentioned a couple to him and he told me that they would never enforce them against him (as he was a police officer). Rules simply did not apply. They who had two pit-mix dogs. A couple times they got loose and actually chased scared neighbors into our home for safety. I was afraid for my kids (and others) walking home from the nearby school.

These dogs would actually leap up to the top of the (about 5' high) fence and try to grab you when you passed close by (they could get their heads well over onto our side. Once when avoiding a leap, I jumped back and tore my arm open badly in several places on a large rose bush (bled like crazy).

I confronted the fat donut cop (worked in a police lab of some sort I think) and told him that he had better do something (raise the fence or get rid of the dogs). I told him that if they came across into my yard or hurt one of my family again (showed him my bleeding arm from the rose bush), I would put them down on the spot. He gave me the usual "they are gentle and never hurt anyone" bit. When I did not buy that, the tub of lard got all tough on me and told me that he was a policeman, and he could do as he pleased. I was angry enough that I told him that I would not hesitate to put down his dogs and "beat him like a rug" as well if they ever hurt anyone, got out again, or came over my fence (and would be happy to do so on the spot). He told me that I would go to jail and I said: "let's find out". He looked like he was about to soil himself and he told me that he knew judges that would take his side. I said "let's find out" again and told him that he would probably lose his job/pension in addition to his dogs (and still get his butt whoopin').

He declined to "find out" and soon got rid of the dogs.