As many of you know, I love Bull Terriers. When I'm driving and see one being walked down the street, I am known to make screeching halts, or abrupt and (illegal) U-turns so I can jump out and say hi. Bull Terrier owners never think I'm weird. They all understand because they do the same thing when they are driving.
I believe my love for Bull Terriers started when I was little and read the book "Boodil, My Dog" by Pija Lindenbaum.
Today my friend gave me a Bull Terriers Pet Manuel book by Carolyn Alexander, Barrons Publishing. There was a wonderful quote from it that I had to share. People who know or have ever owned a Bull Terrier will truly appreciate it:
"The Bull Terrier has a curious persona that includes the occasional dance of joy, when he sprints about the house or yard in complete abandon and then suddenly stops and grins. Some call these maneuvers 'Bully Runs' and they are remarkable for their intensity, short duration, and lack of damage caused. Many will seem to lightly prance when a tablecloth or branch of a bush brushes their backs as they walk under it. The Bull Terrier is a dynamo and a darling. Most play like a tomboy one minute and next they are gathering up the softest pillows for a nap."
Or, as John Steinbeck so aptly put:
"I have owned all kinds of dogs, but there is one kind I've always wanted and never had. I wonder if he still exists. His muzzle was pointed and his eyes triangular, so his expression was that of cynical laughter. He was friendly and not quarrelsome but forced into a fight he was very good at it. He had a fine, decent sense of himself and was never craven. He was a thoughtful, inward dog, and yet he had enormous curiosity. He was heavy of bone and shoulder. He had a fine arch to his neck. His ears were sometimes cropped, but his tail never. He was a good dog for a walk. An excellent dog to sleep beside a man's bed. He showed delicacy of sentiment. I have always wanted one of him. I wonder whether he still exists in the world?"