Like any living thing, dogs are a product of their environment. This dude finally made a friend with a brutally vicious junk yard dog after 9 years.

Above is the video of when YouTube user Dolph C. Volker started trying to 'tame' the beast behind the fence next door. Using tried and true reward techniques, he eventually makes headway, to the point the dog at least tolerates his presence.

Below, this is the follow up, and the quasi-relationship they share today.

It just goes to show, there are no bad dogs... just bad owners.

I have a friend who once decided to start breeding and raising pit bulls. No idea why, it was literally out of the blue. We all assumed he was romanced by the idea of having hip-hop video pups... we blamed Ja-Rule.

Regardless, the first thing you need to breed dogs is stock. He built some backyard kennels, picked up some AKC registered ladies, and went seeking a stud. Luckily, another friend had a stud. A beautiful, yet very aggressive blue pit bull named Rip, with what I remember as having white socks. They went into business together.

Fast forward an amount of time I can't remember anymore, my buddy decided to skip the whole middle-man and buy Rip off his buddy. Bringing him in house, and adding more back into the business.

Now, Rip was a very aggressive dog. We were all terrified of him. Mainly because he tried to bight a few of us... Hanging at my buddies house was literally like Russian Roulette with teeth... for a while anyway.

Over a couple of months, my buddy figured out that hot dogs were Rips favorite thing in the world. You could throw a couple down in the dirt circle that was his chained home, and he'd tolerate you being around him for a bit.

The dog was eventually let inside, and my buddy thought it was hilarious to let him in as soon as everyone settled into their seats around the big TV... Instant uncomfortable, paralyzing fear all around.

I remember that 200-ish pounds of solid muscle being set in my lap once... Everyone awkwardly laughing, me terrified and frozen, that big head slowly rotating around to look at me... Thoughts and clips running through my head, tidbits of information and science telling me over and over "Don't make eye contact with an aggressive dog. It's considered a challenge..." but I couldn't help but stare into those deep brown eyes... Waiting, patiently for him to just get it over with. It was wild.

Fast forward a few more months, the ferocious Rip started to chill out and let people be around him. He got used to people, and started loving his new owner. He became the type of dog you could unchain and put on a leash. He became a playful dog you could pet. He became less of a working breed dog, and more of a friends loyal and quasi-social pet.

Of course there was always that thought in the back of your mind that he might just snap and murder everyone in the room with his floppity slobbering jaws... but he never did.

It truly goes to show, and it's worth reiterating... There are no bad dogs, just bad owners.

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