Another in my on-going line-up of unfinished essays. This one is a bit different, though, focusing, as it does, on the plight of the Pit Bull. It was written, as I note, in tribute to Vicki Hearne and much under the influence of her work. I should note also that the essay is written for (what Robertson Davies calls) the clerisy, not for philosophers per se. It really is unfinished. Whole sections are missing or are present in telegraphese. Comments welcome.