THEY SAID OUR DOG WAS TOO DANGEROUS TO BE AROUND CHILDREN—SHE PROVED THEM WRONG EVERY DAY When we adopted Blu, the woman at the shelter gave us a long look and said, “You sure about this? He’s a pit.” I nodded. Because I wasn’t looking for a status dog. I was looking for someone to protect my daughter in a world that never really felt safe. Luna was three when we brought Blu home. Within days, she was brushing his fur with her doll comb, whispering secrets into his ear, and falling asleep with her fingers curled in his. Some parents gasped when they saw them together. A few even pulled their kids away from the park when we showed up. “He looks scary,” one mom said. But Blu just sat there, calm as a monk, letting Luna tie a pink ribbon on his tail. Then, last week, someone reported him. Said they “feared for neighborhood safety.” Animal Control showed up with a clipboard and a warning. One more complaint, and he’d have to be removed. I tried to explain—showed them photos, videos, vet records. They didn’t care. They saw the breed, not the bond. But Luna? Luna didn’t say a word. She just walked over, wrapped her arms around Blu’s neck, and gave me that little smile. The kind that says, We’re not going down without a fight. And that night, I started writing the post that would change everything. (read the continuation in the first cᴑmment)