I know ive told this story before, but when i was living with my mom in the mid-aughts, a pitbull lived next door, and he was sweeter to me than my mom ever was. He looooved me, but he barked the pants off my mom and her sister, so obviously a good judge of character. I swear he had my dad's soul. One time they were trying to put him to stud, and the visiting lady pit was a shrew. I heard the neighbor boy telling him, "go get her, boy!" But no go. So later i had a talk with him, like "i know shes not too bright, not very classy" etc etc like i was talking to my dad about my mom and i swear he listened to me and did his duty. I loved that pup.