I got my pit bull Sugar by default, or by some grand design, depending on how you look at it. She was savaged by an older dog. Her injuries were so serious, her owner threw her out in an alley. Passed from hand to hand, a man at the dog park convinced me to take her for just two weeks while he was working in Europe. Two months later, it became clear that she was my dog. Six years later, I can't imagine life without her dear little face looking at me when I wake up in the morning.