Boyd

I read in a book once that Pit Bull Terriers do not play games like "fetch" - it's beneath their dignity. Apparently, Boyd didn't get that memo. I was taking him for a walk one day and getting a bit tired of him tugging on his leash, so I made a detour into the exercise yard, where he could amble around at his own pace for a while. Just because I could, I tossed our token "Kong toy of enormous size" across the yard, and Boyd was on it like a shot. Suddenly, I was his bestest buddy in the whole wide... well, playpen.

Although he's still working on the part where he brings the toy back for another throw, he'll wait patiently for "launch time". And he'll go and pick up his toy for you if he drops it. Best of all, though, is seeing a dog built like a truck leap six feet in the air to catch a ball, and hop around like a puppy with it. I'm pretty sure Boyd is the kind of bulldog that makes people love bulldogs.

Given a little time to let his fly-bitten ears heal up properly, and a little bit of good old-fashioned training, he seems like the kind of dog that people nostalgically tell their grandchildren about.

UPDATE: Boyd was euthanized June 5th. We love you, buddy. You were a good boy.