Councilor's Log, Stardate 200410.6
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Right! So!
kierseth posted the first episode of Star Trek: Sheep Patrol (see the original chat we had as an explanation), and it made me laugh so hard! ^__^
Bravo, 'Sethi! *applauds* XD
Right! So! The really general and vague idea that I've been kicking around in regards to an attempt at a CSI fanfiction is finally coming around to an actual plotline--and
etcetera_cat even says she'll beta-read for me! ^^ So basically, I'm just working out a few bits and pieces, and looking for some forensic/entomological/etc. databases online to use as references, and I'll be good to go!
For now,
Sara cast her eyes down the row of cages that lined one wall, almost wanting to wince at the level of noise coming from the dogs within them. She paused just inside the door and Brass joined her while Nick continued on, taking what looked to be a leisurely stroll along the length of the room.
"Would you look at this." There was a tone of almost disbelief to Warrick's voice when he stepped through the doorway, and Sara glanced toward him in silent agreement.
The look on Brass' face was enough to see that he was less than pleased with their surroundings. "An airport would be quieter."
"They're bred to be intimidating," Warrick commented vaguely, leaning to peer at the name plate above one cage. "Oh come on... Juggernaught?" His eyes rolled back toward Sara again, and she shook her head as he turned toward the next cage; "and this one's Razor..."
Down at the other end of the room, Nick piped up with; "I've got a Hell's Bells down here."
"You've got to be kidding me." Brass muttered half to himself.
Sara had to curb the urge to snicker, and sighed instead, wandering over to stand next to Warrick. "How many cages did Mr. Stephens say are down here?"
"Fourty three."
"...this could take a while."
"Yup."
"And we've still got to wait for animal control."
"Yup."
"Hey, check it out." Nick's voice rose over the frantic, defening barking once more, and he gestured toward one of the cages; a moment later, both Sara and Warrick were standing alongside him, staring down a rather angry looking pitt bull and trying to decide if they should laugh at what seemed almost to be a very bad joke of some kind.
Etched into the bright copper panel above the dog's pen was a single word, the animal's name; BINGO.
"Now that's just sad."
Maaa... *pokes through bitty scene with her stick* Still getting used to writing the characters... any HUGE GLARING problems with them, you think?
Oh! And -cat! How would you like to bestow upon me all the knowledge you have about the general temperment of Pitt Bulls? >^-^;;; Ahaha... basically, I've been led to believe that Pitt Bulls as a breed are generally bred to be friendly and cuddly with people, and not so great with other animals, but are pretty unpredictable, really. They were originally bred for fighting, ne?
I need to find a website about Pitts, too...
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Bravo, 'Sethi! *applauds* XD
Right! So! The really general and vague idea that I've been kicking around in regards to an attempt at a CSI fanfiction is finally coming around to an actual plotline--and
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For now,
Sara cast her eyes down the row of cages that lined one wall, almost wanting to wince at the level of noise coming from the dogs within them. She paused just inside the door and Brass joined her while Nick continued on, taking what looked to be a leisurely stroll along the length of the room.
"Would you look at this." There was a tone of almost disbelief to Warrick's voice when he stepped through the doorway, and Sara glanced toward him in silent agreement.
The look on Brass' face was enough to see that he was less than pleased with their surroundings. "An airport would be quieter."
"They're bred to be intimidating," Warrick commented vaguely, leaning to peer at the name plate above one cage. "Oh come on... Juggernaught?" His eyes rolled back toward Sara again, and she shook her head as he turned toward the next cage; "and this one's Razor..."
Down at the other end of the room, Nick piped up with; "I've got a Hell's Bells down here."
"You've got to be kidding me." Brass muttered half to himself.
Sara had to curb the urge to snicker, and sighed instead, wandering over to stand next to Warrick. "How many cages did Mr. Stephens say are down here?"
"Fourty three."
"...this could take a while."
"Yup."
"And we've still got to wait for animal control."
"Yup."
"Hey, check it out." Nick's voice rose over the frantic, defening barking once more, and he gestured toward one of the cages; a moment later, both Sara and Warrick were standing alongside him, staring down a rather angry looking pitt bull and trying to decide if they should laugh at what seemed almost to be a very bad joke of some kind.
Etched into the bright copper panel above the dog's pen was a single word, the animal's name; BINGO.
"Now that's just sad."
Maaa... *pokes through bitty scene with her stick* Still getting used to writing the characters... any HUGE GLARING problems with them, you think?
Oh! And -cat! How would you like to bestow upon me all the knowledge you have about the general temperment of Pitt Bulls? >^-^;;; Ahaha... basically, I've been led to believe that Pitt Bulls as a breed are generally bred to be friendly and cuddly with people, and not so great with other animals, but are pretty unpredictable, really. They were originally bred for fighting, ne?
I need to find a website about Pitts, too...
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Date: 2004-10-06 01:39 pm (UTC)(from The New Encyclopedia of the Dog)
American Pit Bull Terrier
Hysteria is now associated with this breed's name. Banned in Sweden, neutered, muzzled and microchip-identified in Great Britain, and prohibited from entering some areas of North America, the Pit Bull is as much a victim of the press as it is of its historic breeding to fight other dogs. Some unscrupulous owners, taking advantage of its natural tenaciousness and strength, continue to use abusive training techniques to produce fighting Pit Bulls, willing to take on any animal and even humans. When trained from an early age to obey commands, the vast majority of the breed prove to be companionable, even gregariously fawning dogs.
Country of Origin: United States of America.
Date of Origin: 1800s.
First Use: Dog Fighting.
Use Today: Companion.
Life Expectancy: 12 years.
Other Names: Pit Bull Terrier, American Pit Bull.
Weight Range: 14-36kg (30-80lb).
Height Range: 46-56cm (18-22in.).
- Care with children.
- Suitable for urban home.
- Care with other dogs.
- Not always suitable as guard dog.
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Plus, a quick wander around on Google (http://www.google.co.uk) threw up these:
http://www.bulldogbreeds.com/americanpitbullterrier.html - the very pro Pit Bull view, plus some pictures...
http://www.nyx.net/~mbur/apbt.html - There's some stuff about legislation relating to Pit Bulls in the States on here...
http://www.sporting-dog.com/ - I think this is one of the main sites...
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As a veterinary opinion, I've only actually ever seen two Pit Bull Terriers over here- the Dangerous Dogs Act has really pushed them out of commonality- but both of them were perfectly well behaved with their owners and with other people... although one was a bit wary of other dogs... however any dog has the potential to be a mardy arse with other dogs and people, regardless of breed, unless it has behaviour training...
Staffordshire Bull Terriers and English Bull Terriers- which are very common over here- are, ninety percent of the time, absolutely lovely animals that make good pets, but there is more potential for them to fight other dogs/animals... *ponders* or... well... also, Bull Terrier breeds cause a lot more damage when they bite than say... a Labrador Retriever... because they:
- don't let go for any bugger.
- have incredibly strong masseter muscles- something stupid like half a ton psi of pressure.
- 'rag' at a target, which is basically grabbing hold and then shaking it violently from side to side. If any kind of BT ever bit you, you'd know about it, basically... -_-;;
Sa... stop rambling now! Hope this helps!
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Date: 2004-10-06 06:22 pm (UTC)