[Heavy Jack]

I honestly feel the biggest thing that is needed is a licence to own when it comes to very specific breeds like the pitbull, or Rottweiler etc. Dog training is expensive and for your average type of family, domestic dog I feel like the 'hey, don't go to the bathroom here; hey, don't bark at night' type treatment from a loving owner who takes the time to self-train is more than sufficient enough but for these bigger more storied history type dogs that have unfortunately been known to be more dangerous and aggressive especially at full size should be held to a different standard in terms of ownership for specific breeds.

It's not always the dogs fault here; sure its part of what they were bred for but look at who was breeding them ~ animals and their actions are in a very large way a by product of their environment and holding these bigger, more dangerous types of dogs to a different ownership standard would be a big step in the right direction.

I have met Rotties that are the biggest sucks, so funny, so nice... and I have met Rotties that have scared the #### out of me. Environment is everything ~ for the owners that truly do love these breeds I feel like a licensing and training program would ultimately be welcomed which would weed out the owners that strictly own these types of dogs for what they 'think' they are meant for.

Quick story from when we were out in Vancouver. The guitar player in our band was walking home from night shift in poco ~ if anyone has lived out there they would/will know how spaced out the street lights were at night; at least at that time. He took in his American Strat to sell to a work bud who offered him 200 $ (lol) yea no. So fast forward to the walk from Coquitlam Center bus loop and he gets to the petcetra just before our street... he said it was like he bit into a fork as he walked around the corner of the street. He sees the shadow of this dog move through the light of one of the street lamps before disappearing behind a van. He has his lunch bag, hoodie in his hand, guitar (he didn't sell), untied work boots (dumb mistake now) and a heartbeat. He begins to walk up the street towards the right turn onto our street and hears a distinct growl before he hears paws clicking against the pavement and thinks (run?) before throwing his lunchbag towards the sound... the dog leaps but towards the lunch bag before immediately turning his attention back to him. He grabs his guitar (still not sold) off his back and holds it in front of him as the dog lunges and bashes him directly in the head as he starts to scream... finally after a 15 or so second tussle with the dog and his guitar the owner comes our and says 'did Hercules get out?? sorrrrrry!'

Environment...

That guitar still remains with us; never sold lol ~ just had the thing setup for the first time in like a decade (since that happened really) and the trust rod was completely out lol. Still has teeth marks on the bottom of the guitar body; awesome.