Fifty. Four. Of what is considered the most American of breed (pit bulls were used in a lot of United States artwork around WWII, for example). I've known people with pit bulls. Raised properly, they are loyal and friendly and even tempered and protective and loving and great pets. Fifty four turned into monsters by Michael Vick's inhumanity.
In the days afterwards, the Humane Society Of The United States begged for funds to help the poor dogs, then wanted to euthanize all of them. Wayne Pacelle is the president and chief executive of HSUS, and he told the Atlanta Journal-Constitution, "I have been around him [Vick] a lot, and feel confident that he would do a good job as a pet owner." And lest you think I'm just trying to stir up trouble, Pacelle also wrote a nice long piece defending the idea of Vick, currently a spokesperson for the HSUS, having a dog on his blog.
Just last week, Vick was speaking to a group of school kids about taking care of pets “with all your heart," he stated that, if it weren't for his arrest, "Honestly … Yeah, I’d probably still be doing it."
I can't think of a better person to have a dog. What's next? Roman Polanski babysits your kids?