I got a message on a local neighborhood forum about a very pregnant pit bull that nobody could catch in a really bad neighborhood. I tried to ignore it but of course this morning my husband and I headed over to "just" help catch her. I told myself I was definitely not coming home with a dog. A couple of our friends from the neighborhood were already there. They had set a dog trap, but hadn't had any luck. I tried to coax her over but she wasn't having any of it. I sat on the ground next to her for about an hour with a bowl of food. She would come up behind me and sniff me but then dart off. I finally got her to eat out of my hand and looped her. Now to get her in the crate without spooking her. I laid down with her and just started petting her. She finally started trusting me and I feel comfortable lifting her in the crate with the help of our friends. During the ordeal all sorts of interesting characters started asking us questions. It was pretty nerve racking. There was another pit bull across the street in a junkyard that kept walking up to us, next I plan on having a word with her owner about keeping his dog properly contained and offer to spay his dog. Our friends named the pregnant dog Bailey. When we got her home, she was a completely different dog, tail wagging and demanding we pet her. She curled up in my lap and started snoring like it was the safest nap she's ever taken. We have turned our bathroom into a whelping room. It looks like we won't be able to get her spayed before she has them. I think she's already in labor, we'll see....