Here’s a picture of Cody and I near the summit of Saddleback Mountain near Rangeley, Maine. The picture was taken in the fall of 2004. (We’re wearing orange because it was hunting season at the time.) We got Cody from the pound in Norco, CA back before we moved to Maine. At the time I wasn’t sure about getting a pitbull. The mainstream media really gives these wonderful dogs a bad rep. Cody was abandoned on the side of the road when she was about 2 months old. We assume she wasn’t desirable as a fighting dog so someone kicked her to the curb.
She earned the “Monster” nickname as a puppy. She was never aggressive, just mischievous like a sneaky child. We found ourselves saying “you little monster” quite often and it just kinda stuck.
We had a place with a .5 acre fenced yard. Cody was in love with the goat next door. (The neighbors had goats, chickens and horses.) When she was about 1 y.o. she realized she could climb the 5 ft high chain link fence in the corner of the yard to get next door to play with the goat. The goat wasn’t thrilled to have a playmate and neither were the neighbors.
We installed an invisible fence hoping that would help. Nope. She’d just wear down the batteries in the collar digging holes under the fence. Pits are pretty stubborn and fairly immune to some types of pain.
Who would have thought that a southern CA desert pitbull would have loved swimming, hiking in the mountains and playing in the snow? She loves all of these things. Especially the swimming part.