She is the most misunderstood breed, yet I knew I wanted her from the moment I laid my eyes on her – my soon-to-be pit-bull. I just finished my basic training and haven’t been home for more then a week when I decided to visit the local pet shelter one afternoon. Little did I know that that afternoon would be the beginning of my new life as a first time dog-owner. My eyes locked on her, as hers did mine, the first time we met. She has beautiful, silky, soft black fur with patches of white on her chest, that I love rubbing my fingers through to show my affection. There was an instant connection that intensified every week that I came in to visit her and finalize paperwork to call mine. I thought she fit the name “Jasmine” quite well, “a beautiful unique girl who is incredibly fun and wise. Loud and has a lot of spunk” (UrbanDictionary.com). It didn’t take long for Jasmine to become my best friend that loved me unconditionally, played with me when we felt playful and understood me. Jasmine is a very sociable dog, so she is able to pick up on routine, how people around her feel and wants nothing more than to please people. She is the first one to greet me at the door with wet sloppy kisses on the check. Sometimes, she sneaks in a kiss right on my mouth and I am left with this eerie lingering smell and taste of dog salvia. She has a ritual of running around the apartment like a maniac to show how enthusiastic and excited she is of my returning home. Her burst of excitement ritual comes to an end when she goes to her food bowl, signaling for me to feed her. She sits on her butt politely and waits patiently for me to pour her food and water. I snap my fingers at her, signaling it’s time to eat! My husband says when I am late returning from school; Jasmine will scratch at the door, after hours of waiting, when she hears me coming up the stairs. I feel she becomes anxious and worried when our routine is broken.