Meech: The American Bully

The term, or breed American “Bully” gets the typical stereotype of being “aggressive, vicious, and deadly,” when they’re actually the complete opposite. They get labeled as the average “pit bull” just because they are more stockier, built, and have wider heads. They are judged JUST because of their classification of breed, which is wrong and if you’re one to do the same, then I’m here to tell you that you’re wrong too.

A dog will only act as they were raised…they aren’t born “crazy.”

The dog you see up there, his name is Meech, yes Meech, as in Big Meech. He was given that name at birth and since he was already accustomed to it, we decided to stick with it. He acknowledges the name Meechie as well.

Meech was welcomed as family around the human age of 8 months and I’d say he was pretty ready to lead a new life. Long story short, he didn’t like food he was being given, so he was little under weight, and his seasonal allergies were all over the place. His fur also shedded nonstop and he was not use to being able to roam on his own. —The day that my boyfriend and I came to get him, he hopped in the car and never looked back. I would say he didn’t even have to think twice.

On the way to his new home, Meech slept the most of the 2 hour ride, with occasional pop-ups to see what direction he was headed. The first day in his new living environment, Meech was of course nervous. He was hesitant about stepping into a new place and literally spent the rest of the day sniffing the entire house to familiarize himself. We could call his name but he was so focused on figuring things out. Also, I forgot to add that Meech was already potty trained and knew the meanings of some words, so that was definitely a win for us. My boyfriend and I have the slightest clue about training. The parts for us were easy. We got him comfortable with his bed, showed him where to use the potty, and of course showed him his new toys. From there on, we were all set. We left him out to go purchase him some dry kibble and I would say he loves it because it’s still his choice until this day.

By the look in his eyes, back then, you could just tell that all he wanted was to be loved and FEEL love, and that’s exactly what he got, and still gets.

Meech is a gentle giant, definitely not an alpha; he wouldn’t harm a soul, maybe run from one, but definitely wouldn’t harm one lol. He doesn’t quite know his size or strength capacity. For example, he doesn’t know that he can jump or knock over his doggy gate, or that he’s too big to fit in our laps. Meech follows behind your every step. He’s truly innocent.

Here we are today, he’s a little over 1 years old and is the happiest that he’s ever been. He’s funny, gentle, energetic, scared of things more than I am lol, and clumsy. He loves car rides, eating fruit, being groomed, and oh my goodness does he love to chew! Meech knows how to “hi-five,” how to turn his head when he doesn’t understand, and how to wake you up if you aren’t up early enough for him to use the potty and eat his breakfast. He also knows how to also ask for your attention. Meech is one of a kind.

—He’s grown to have a personality.

Personally, I live for the tail wags, the tail wags of his excitement from us walking in the door. It lets us know that we’re doing something right. He of course still has separation anxiety, but for the most part he’s comfortable, spoiled, happy, and he’s FAMILY.