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HER jaw muskles are perty dagone strong. And I aint gonna lie, she knows it. But, thankfully she is a sweetheart as anyone who has met her will attest.

Just a couple days ago I was with some friends playing football and celebrating spring break. We keep a chewed up football as a toy for her. You can swing her around by her mouth, no problem. Have you ever seen a dog wag its tail while at the same time not touching the ground. Pretty cool.

But will a great white win over a silverback gorilla?

This is called "Classical Conditioning", as in the famous Pavlov's Dogs experiment. You're training dogs to expect a treat when they smell a steak on a grill. I really hope they don't expect a sausage in my back yard and get PO'ed when they don't get one... and I hope it doesn't happen to any of your neighbors, either.

And as far as comparing dogs and guns, nobody ever had to chase their gun down the street to keep it from doing something on its own.

Just My .02

So will a bad hog. The pitbull makes it so easy.

The bastard just grabs an ear - which is expendable as far as the hog is concerned - and goes to sleep. His last thought is likely to be:

"This sumbitch has teeth on the OUTSIDE....... that ain't fair."

If a pitbull could catch up to a group of javalinas, he would end up as a paraplegic. Most dogs disengage as soon as they lose the first hind leg.

Anything a pitbull can do can be done better bt another breed............. 'cept killing his own kind and maiming little kids and old folks.

My grandad had a big old cur like old yeller when I was a little kid. The east Texas piney woods were mostly un fenced timber company lands and cattle roamed at will in the 'open range'. Once when Bugger was at the farm house instead of out killing hogs or or something, we saw a big dog coming down the white sand country road on another foray for one of our chickens. Grandad stood up, pointed down the road and sicced Bugger who took off like greased lightening. The two dogs closed as fast as they could, crashing into each other. The other dog seemed to just fall at the brief encounter and died there in the road. The coup de grace having been accomplished faster than the eye could see.

Ol' Yeller in the book was a Blackmouth Cur.

The dog in the movie was a pound pickup.

The only problem I see with equating a dislike of any particular breed of dog with the anti-gun arguments is that I don't recall ever reading of anyone's rifle escaping from the safe and killing or maiming anyone.