I know I've told Xander's story on here before. Xander was my pit/dane mix that I had in college until two weeks before my wedding when we had to put him to sleep for killing another dog. Sadly, all my pics of Xander were on my ex-husband's computer and he won't give them to me.
A funny story about Xander when I got him, though...
When he was a puppy, he looked pure pit. He was pitch black with a thin white blaze, a little white on his chest, little bit of white on his toes, and a small white spot on the back of his neck (hence his name, after Xander Cage, from the movie Triple X).
Anyway, he was in a kennel at the local pound with a nasty little brindle chihuahua. The pound was holding an adoption event the weekend I adopted Xander and all dogs were $20 to adopt. Well, this family apparently adopted the chihuahua on the same day I adopted Xander and they were sent to the vet to be neutered on the same day. Somehow, the vet got an older brindle chihuahua mixed up with a 6-week-old black pit puppy and gave the other family my Xander. I went to the pound after I got out of my classes to pick up Xander (the vet had closed before I could get there, so they sent him to the pound so I could pick him up there). I walked in to pick him up and instead of my little black puppy, there was this ugly brindle chihuahua. I turned right around and walked back into the ACO's office and said "Where's my dog?" She went back to the kennel with me and said "Right there." I said "No, I adopted the black pit puppy" and showed her my paperwork. Talk about doing a huge *facepalm*! Anyway, she called the family who had taken Xander home and explained to them the mix-up. The lady (who was the grandmother) kept saying "But can't we keep this puppy? He's so sweet and my grandchildren just adore him!" The ACO said "No, ma'am. You adopted the brindle chihuahua. The lady who adopted the pitbull puppy you accidentally ended up with is here to pick up her dog and would very much like him back." When the lady on the phone heard that Xander was a pitbull, she EXPLODED! We heard her screaming at the kids to get inside and stay away from "that killer," then yelled at the ACO on the phone to come get that vicious dog before it attacked one of her grandchildren and railing at the ACO for adopting out such a vicious dog. We were both going
by the time the lady hung up.
Anyway, the county ACO (who I'd been dealing with) sent the city ACO over to pick up Xander since the people lived inside the city limits. When he got to the pound with Xander, he told us that the people had dumped Xander on the curb and when he went to their door with Xander under one arm (he weighed about 10lbs) to have them sign the release papers, the grandmother started yelling at to "get that beast away from [her] grandchildren before it hurt one of them."
Yeah, people's ignorance irritates me!
I worked for a vet for 2.5 years and in that time, the only dog I was EVER bitten by was a 2lbs pomeranian named "Pookie." I had a GSD that I got to trust me, even though she was TERRIFIED of people (her owner used her as a breeding bitch, but all she ever threw were pet-quality puppies, so the lady beat her quite often). I worked with two wolf hybrids who didn't trust any of the other techs but me. I worked with several pits and an akita that were just fantastic dogs. I did have a near-miss with a pit/dalmatian mix, but it was entirely my fault. Got down on the same level as a strange, unaltered male. Interestingly, he lunged for me, smacked my cheekbone with his nose which sent me flying backward, and it was only after I was out of reach that he growled at me (he had every opportunity to latch onto me when he first hit me, as I was VERY close to him). As soon as I stood back up, he was back to being his happy, tail-wagging self.