So when Cassandra, a private woman in her mid-thirties, moved in with an unusually large and muscular pit bull named Reggie, whispers began almost immediately. Why would someone choose such a powerful breed, especially one so often misunderstood?
Despite the wary stares and cautious questions, Cassandra paid them no mind. She had rescued Reggie from a high-kill shelter after he’d been seized from an illegal fighting ring. The bond they forged in the aftermath felt unshakable.
No one saw how Reggie’s ears perked at the sound of her voice, or how he gently pressed his nose to her cheek as if to say, I’ve got you.To Cassandra, a pit bull was the perfect companion: strong but soulful, protective but serene. He didn’t yap like the neighbor’s terrier, didn’t destroy furniture, and had never once growled at a visitor. If only her neighbors would stop their judgment and fear.