Pit or not: When it’s a life or death decision
By Christie Keith
January 13, 2008
From Pet Connection BFF Dr. Patty Khuly at Dolitter, a reflection on a truly stupid, unenforceable Miami-Dade County law making life a living hell for loving pit bull owners while those who scoff the law in the first place laugh
Pits used in violent street life (by those who would treat them as weapons long before making sure they had clean water and reasonable shelter) somehow still thrive under the ban…. (I)t’s the well-behaved pit bull crosses marched through tony Lincoln Road in their $100 collars that are most likely to receive citations ($500 the first time, $5,000 and risk confiscation or euthanasia the next). And it’s the coddled, family-pet pit bulls who moved here with their parents and settled into well-kept neighborhoods that are more at risk of actual “neighborly” repercussions.
I have several clients caught in this maelstrom of stress on the issue. Some will do anything possible to ensure no one sees their dog. Others hide their dog’s true appearance with cute T-shirts and sweaters. But mostly, keeping a pit under wraps means no puppy parks, no Lincoln Road, no trips to Starbucks. Nothing. Total confinement.
I even have a couple of clients who deny their dogs look like pit bulls at all and hope this thin thread of vain hope will keep them safe. While this latter group might have a leg to stand on elsewhere, Miami-Dade’s one breed ban enforcement officer is the sole arbiter. Even if you don’t think your dog looks pit-ish, this guy decides—all by himself with little room for appeal. (I’d like to look at his tax returns and compare them to his living conditions since I’m convinced there’s no better recipe for corruption).
Some of her clients have wondered if the new breed-identifying DNA tests might protect their “pit-looking” non-pits from this entirely arbitrary law:
In one notable case, a dog purchased in a pet store as a purebred (not a pit, though I won’t name the breed) turned out suspiciously large and big-headed. A neighbor turned her in. In spite of her “papers,” the county’s pit man says she’s enough of a pit to warrant a citation. Talk about adding insult to injury (or is it “dumb and dumber”?): She paid good money for a dog that’s not a purebred and now she’s being fined for keeping a pit.
Will genetic testing help sort this one out? Doubtful. Not as long as the County Dog Czar holds sway over the nonexistent jury. Maybe next time he comes around she should just offer to make his Mercedes payment for him. Beats paying for moving costs…but there’s got to be a better way.
Good stuff here.




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