Cheyenne was more than a dog, she was part of the family.  I got Cheyenne for my boyfriend for his birthday.  She was the best $225 investment we ever made.  From the time we went to pick her out, to the time we had to say goodbye, she was "Daddy's Girl".  She'd sleep with him, walk with him, play with him, and even talk back to him.  Here is Cheyenne's story.

For my boyfriend's 20th birthday he wanted a pit bull.  So we went to look at a litter of pit bull puppies.  We didn't have any set preference as to what we wanted, just something sweet.  I fell for "Lil' Narko", who looked like his daddy.  He was white with a black eye and a black ear.  But the brown and white ball in the back of the laundry basket caught my eye.  I pulled her out, and she ran right to Jay, and tried to curl up on his shoe.  She was a tiny thing, being that she was just 6 weeks old, and a runt.  Jay said, "I want her".  There wasn't any arguing with him about it.  For the next day and a half we were on a quest to find a name that suited her.  "Cheyenne" just seemed perfect, from then on that was her name.  For the next 6 months everything was fine, she was growing so fast, and learning so much. 

One day the landlord let himself in Jays apartment.  Cheyenne did nothing, just ran to the door to see who was coming to "play".  The landlord said nothing that day, but we got an eviction notice soon after.  Either give up Chey, or find somewhere else to live.  The landlord said that we couldn't have Cheyenne,  because the other tenants were complaining that she was barking late at night.  Cheyenne didn't bark.  The other tenants loved her, she was the happiest thing in the world, and wouldn't hurt a fly.  Her best friend was a cat named Simba as a matter of fact.  We came to the conclusion that the landlord was afraid of her, afraid that one of the times he let himself in the apartment uninvited she might protect us and he might get hurt.  For about 3 or 4 months after the eviction notice we hid Chey.  One day, the landlord let himself in AGAIN, this time the eviction notice was to say that the dog HAD TO GO. 

Jay cried at the thought of giving up his 'child', but it wasn't possible for him to move overnight.  We searched for someone to keep her for a little while until we found somewhere that she was accepted.  My friend Sean came to the rescue.  Things didn't go as planned and we couldn't move as soon as we wanted to, and Sean couldn't keep her any longer.  Our local SPCA would have put her to sleep because of her breed due to the "pit fighting" that is popular around the facility.  We refused to let her get put down.  Sean's mom knew a nice man who owned a farm that was willing to take our baby under his wing. 

We haven't seen her since she left.  All we know is that she's the queen of the land.  We couldn't dream of taking her away from an open space to cramp her in an apartment.  That is where she will live the rest of her life.  To this day we still have a few of her toys, a video we took of her at the park rolling in the mud and grunting, pictures and MANY memories that we'll never forget.  I just wish the landlord was more educated... and knew that she was harmless...

by Bonnie Besnick