my name is dug. i live in midtown manhattan. the source of most of my joy comes from my american staffordshire terrier, phoebe. i've run into a lot of people that say they have a dog that looks exactly like her. and now i've had the same experience. i've seen her doppelganger recently. people say that she is a "gator pit". no idea if that is anything legitimate but she's a tawny blond with dark brown eyes and black lips and eyeliner and all her nails are black save for one on her right rear foot and that's white. it seems to be the hallmark of a "gator pit". i have had her for just about two years now. i got her in nashville tennessee. she's a rescue but not from abuse but from neglect. she spent about a year at the end of a chain in a backyard. she had a little house and was fed daily but other than that she didn't have a lot of interaction or attention. she's as sweet as homemade pie. when i brought her to new york city she was a little awe struck. the traffic. the lights. the elevator. she is now completely settled into her life here. she still hates the buses but so do most dogs that were born here. so, i doubt that will ever change. after i had her for about six months i sat her on my lap and opened my bedroom window and had her look out. it was so funny because she looked out the window and realized she was twenty floors up. she stayed looking out the window for a good half hour. the next time we took the elevator she ran to the stairs that have a floor to ceiling window and i could tell she finally realized what the elevator did.