A story from my childhood...
We had a 'purebred' pit bull when I was a kid, (my father used to tell EVERY-freakin'-body that...'he's a purebred, got papers...blah, blah, blah').
I was NEVER mean to this dog and it was always very affectionate and playful. My father was the sort of guy who was a non-discriminating abuser so he had a tendency to kick the dog around when he thought it did something out of line.
Anyway, this dog would obey my every command and was never anything but protective of me.
Then, after having him for probably five years, I was feeding him while my father was away and I was looking after my sister and step-brother...and spilled the food.
He began growling as I was picking up the food and putting it into his dish. I didn't think too much of it, thinking he was just wanting me to be done with it so he could eat. At the point where I was nearly done and just grabbing individual pieces of dog food, no longer handfuls, he lunged and bit my left forearm. I was TERRIFIED. I'd knew very well what the dog could do if it locked it's jaw, (having heard my father blather on about it endlessly for years), and I don't know if it was adrenalin, sheer terror, or what but I threw that dog across the room. His bite had punctured my left forearm in four places.
For the next hour, I basically had a strategic stand off with the dog in the living room, dining room, and kitchen of the house. I was in a situation where the dog was F-IN' PISSED, growling, and snapping. We circled one another that whole time, while I held him off with whatever objects I could grab a hold of, and I had my sister and step-brother lock themselves in the bathroom. I finally managed to get the dog locked in the back bedroom of the house - mine - and called my father.
I went to the doctor, got shots, a couple dozen stitches, and a completely different interaction with the dog after that. I only lived at home for about two more years and I never really tried to bond with the dog again after that.
My father wouldn't even entertain getting rid of his 'purebred' pit bull, so that was that.
I don't know if this directly applies to what you folks are getting at but I know that I would gladly own a pit bull again today as long as some turd wasn't kicking the crap out of it all the time negating any positive interactions and/or training the dog might get from someone else. I believe as much as can be believed that the reason the dog behaved that way was because of the abuse it took and NOT because of anything having to do with me.
...hopefully that all makes sense.
