This is Champion, a big old lovable pit bull who lives a couple houses down from me. When I first moved in here last fall, I gotta be honest… Champion made me a touch nervous — and that was before his owners put that intimidating-looking spikey collar on him. But I quickly realized that, in truth, far from being a vicious beast, Champ in fact just wanted someone to stop and talk sweet to him and pet on him while passing by. I believe the spikey collar’s a ruse, intended to make other people believe Champ’s a killer, but I know the truth. That dog is sugar sweet.
I didn’t know his name for a long while, so I just referred to him as “Bubba.” Not sure why, but it fit him. I don’t have a dog myself, so Champ’s sort of like my adopted dog. His owners are busy working two jobs with twin 3-year-old daughters, and while I’m sure Champ’s loved, I also suspect that he’s no longer a top priority in the house (understandably). So, I make him my priority, and in return, he makes me smile when I see his little tail wagging back and forth and can tell he’s happy to see me. Such a sweet dog.