I used to love pits, but one day a few years back my boy went berserk and snapped at my niece and snipped her face. Along with that I had my son coming soon and wasn't trying to get anyone hurt. He was always a good dog, just out of nowhere he flipped out which sucked. Then I had to shoot him because nobody would take him and I buried him in the fields down the road. Just kidding. He ended up going to live with a buddy of mine who the dog really liked and dude had a bunch of animals and property and shit. It was a fairy tale ending.