My Reflection

My mom has been looking at me differently lately.

It’s all on her eyes—they glisten.

Has she been crying? Did I do something wrong?

And if so what can I do to make it better?

I catch my reflection on the mirror. I tilt my head one way then the other.

Maybe it’s me. Am I making her sad?

But how—all I do when I see her is wag my tail and tell her how happy I am to see that she’s home again.

Is it my licking? I do tend to over kiss.

Nah! That can’t be it. She loves my kisses. It makes her day.

Mines too!

She comes over to me and tells me she loves me and won’t get rid of me. Let people snarl she tells me. Let them see you as a demon she says. But I know who you are and what you are capable of doing. Maybe one day, they’ll be able to see it too she adds.

I go back to the mirror.

I see my reflection.

I tilt my head to one side then other.

I don’t see a demon.

I don’t understand.

All I see is me–a Pit Bull.

All rights go to its rightful owner.

Lately this breed has been on every news channel, not showing the good but all the bad they’ve done. Can they be bad? Of course! Every dog breed can do wrong. It’s just that there’s an amount of Pit Bull owners that don’t train or aware of what their dogs are capable of doing if not taught right from wrong. I hope one day this changes.

Clinton during his first election said, “It’s the economy, stupid.”

In this case it should be, “It’s the owner, stupid.”


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