Daisy is my Bully dog. I was looking for a Boxer mix to be a companion to my other Boxer mix, and I got her from a no-kill rescue group who fosters dogs from shelters to save them from euthanasia. Her foster mom insisted that she was not a pit bull, even though some of her papers said she was a pit bull, and she IS a pit bull mix, at least, but I said I didn't care what she was. I think know that maybe they wanted to protect us in case BSL rears its ugly head where we live.
That was five years ago, and Daisy was six months old when I brought her home. People who know I have two dogs and three cats ask for advice on how to introduce new pets to their families, but I have none to give, because it was love at first sight between Daisy and Fod, my Boxer/Greyhound. The two cats were already dog lovers, and my third cat, who came later, is a Siamese (they love dogs) who thinks he is a dog. The whole gang are adoptions or strays, and they seem to know how lucky they are to be together, and to be able to all sleep together in my bed!
My parents had a dog before I was born, and I have never been without a dog in my life. Daisy is my first Bully dog, though. I never agreed with all the bad press they receive; I always felt that it was the people who were responsible for making the dogs bad (if you want to call reacting to abuse and torment "badness"). After she had been home for a few days I sent a picture of her and Fod playing, along with a short note to her former foster mom, saying that it didn't matter if she was a pit bull, she was as sweet as she could be and was a perfect addition to our family!