My sister rescued a pit from an abandoned car, and later bought another one for my brother on his birthday. They were both females, and we never had a problem until the day the fought over food.
I was alone, studying in a room by the backyard when I heard the commotion. They barked at each other all the time, but it sounded different this time. I went out there and they had their jaws locked on each others faces. I was shocked and just jumped in there to separate them. Like any fight, the shyt was a fukking blur. I just remember blood everywhere, and the desperation of not being able to pry them apart. I thought they were going to kill each other. Somehow I got them to separate, and threw one in the house.
Both of them were in bad shape, and with the adrenalin pumping, I hadn't notice that I had gotten hit too. My left forearm had been gashed, and my right thigh had deep puncture wounds from an accidental bite.
Don't get multiple female pits, brehs.
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