Storch, you're not helping your case.
Since when is it womanish to not want to be a brute?
I grew up in a rural area of Arkansas. Having spent a lot of time on a farm and hunting game I am hardly squeamish at the sight of blood. The music of a pack of hunting dogs in full cry after game, urged on by the note of a hunting horn, is an ancient music that stirs the blood, and is one of my earliest memories.
The dog was the first animal to be domesticated by man, and formed a sacred partnership based on the hunt for food, defense against mutual dangers, toil, and love.
Thus, I find humans forcing these ancient partners to tear each other to bits to be repugnant, and I make no apologies for saying so, or for supporting laws that lock away the human trash that engages in such sadistic entertainment.
The extreme aggressiveness of pitbulls and other fighting breeds is bred into them; ergo, it is unnatural and artificial, as are packs of feral dogs which have little in common with the true wolf pack.