Pit bulls
I decided to reserve judgment on the Michael Vick case until more information came out. Now that he's going to plead guilty, I'm ready to judge. This must have been what Mitch felt like in Old School when he came home early to find his girlfriend watching inappropriate movies and strange people in his house who were there for the gangbang. Just a feeling of absolute disgust, like everything we had over the past few years meant nothing. While I doubt I'm going to spill coffee all over Ellen Pompeo anytime soon, I still feel pretty queasy thinking about what those dogs went through.
We have a pit bull named Bella (above), and she's about as harmless as they get (she looks a lot like Rachael Ray's dog Isaboo). We get some funny looks sometimes when we have her out in public, like people think she'll tear them apart. If you're one of those people, give this article by Ken Foster at salon.com a read and get learned. Bella must have heard about NYC's consideration of breed-specific legislation because last time we were down there visiting my sister, we tried to get her to go potty in Central Park but she wouldn't and as we were walking back to my sister's apartment, she crapped right in the middle of Times Square. BSL that, Bloomberg.