Jax at fourteen weeks sleeping on the couch cuddled up with Emmett the pitbull. Em was a stray that showed up on my deck when I went to let Jax in. He was (at the time) about 35 lbs under weight, and you could see his hips, ribs, spine... everything. It was sad. I brought him in and kept him for a good while as he put on weight and was vetted. I'd tried to find owners, but not surprising that I never did. He was skittish around most people, but never had a problem with me. He followed me around like a shadow. He was quiet and shy, but he was so capable of love and was so patient with my crazy little lab puppy. Silly Jax would climb all over him and try to drag him around the house by the collar and Emmett never so much as growled at the baby. He was going to stay with me permanently, but the city found out I had a pitbull on my property without a LOT of liability insurance and told me I could either give him away or they would press charges. He's got a great home with someone back in Michigan, and I still get an e-mail from the woman that took him in every once in a while. XD I miss that boy. Whoever said that all pitbulls were vicious should have met Emmett. He was golden.