“I was living by myself when I was 15 and my parents didn’t want me to be alone.
I was having trouble in the city so I moved up to the weekend house and went to school up there.
I wanted to rescue a Pit Bull from the city and bring it upstate to live with me.
Me, my mom and my dad went to the ASPCA to look for a pit. We each picked a different dog.
My family had a Maltese named Buddy and so we had to test which of the three potential dogs got along with Buddy.
My mom’s choice was the first to go. He was an 80 lb., deaf, white pit named Freedom. Freedom tried to play with Buddy but Buddy growled at him. Freedom didn’t stop trying to play because he was deaf and didn’t hear Buddy’s warning, so the ASPCA trainers said that was a failure.
Next was my dad’s choice. He growled at Buddy. That was a failure, too.
Fawn, whose name I changed to Riley, was a success. Riley was on the leash and went running up to Buddy as fast as he could to play with him. Buddy latched onto Riley’s nose. After Buddy released Riley’s nose, Riley tried to run as far away from Buddy as possible, hiding behind one of the ASPCA trainers. The trainers then announced that Riley was a success because he let Buddy be the alpha.
When Riley got upstate he blended in well. He spent most of his time swimming in the pool.
I lived with him by myself for 3 or 4 years so he is my best friend.
Now that I work in the city, he stays with friends a lot and I don’t get to see him that often.
I thought about giving him up, because I only saw him 2 days a week. I felt like I was being unfair to Riley. A friend was taking care of him, but he wasn’t getting a lot of exercise. He put on 20 lbs.
I called a couple of friends to see if they wanted a dog because Riley needed a home where someone would take better care of him.
I was afraid he was going to die.
My parents convinced me not to give him up.
I go upstate more often and have someone helping me take great care of him.”