You can't keep that thing here?

“Nameless” called me in tears because the apartment manager spotted Damon, gasped and said “Oh my God! You can’t keep that dog here! (Apartment rules state that a dog has to be less than 20 lbs.) As with many uninformed people about pit bull mixes, and all the scary news segments sensationalizing horror stories about them, I judged Damon as well, before getting to know the animal. I told “Nameless” that he is just going to have to go back to the Shelter! (2 hours later) I called “Nameless” to inform her that daddy was picking up the dog. I’ll keep him here, until you can take him back to the shelter. “Where is he going to stay?” she asked. “I don’t care, but he isn’t coming in the house!” I said. “This dog isn’t my problem.” Again she tried to inform me that he was house broken and a good dog, but his attributes were falling on deaf ears. My husband brought him to the house and tried to introduce him to our other dog but just at this time Damon tried to mount our 5 year old Doberman/Blue tic Healer/ Rottweiler mix male named Mason. He (Damon) was going to show him who was top dog. Mason was still for only a few seconds before he tried to fight and my husband picked up Damon (not an easy task) off of Mason and I commanded Mason to leave him. Damon did not like Mason, but he did not try to bite my husband as he “man handled” him. Needless to say we gave him some food and water and tied him under the peach tree so he wouldn’t run off or try to immediately dominate the other male dog. He just laid there under the tree and wouldn’t eat…Humm. “Did you feed him at the house?” I asked “Nameless” after I called her on the phone “I fed him but he hardly ate anything in the last couple of days.” She stated “Crap, I wonder if he is sick?” I said, and had an idea “Let me call you back.” I went into the house and got a beef hotdog out of the refrigerator, and broke it into 3 smaller pieces. He smelled it and was all excited, “Sit Damon” Dang if he didn’t sit and patiently waited for me to give him the food. Wow! I tested him by petting his head while eating and told him he was a good boy. No growls, no bites, he just ate. I looked at his food and wondered what he was eating elsewhere? “Where are we going to put him, he can’t stay tied under the tree?” I asked my husband. Our 17 year old teenage son had the solution, “He can sleep in my room.” He said enthusiastically. ARRGGGG! Did I mention I don’t like animals in the house! As Damon settled in my son’s room for the night and all was quiet, I got to work researching Pit bulls and Pit mixes on the internet…Amazing!