She started by posting in /r/CPTSD about how she was scared of her new puppy.

…Today we had her at a local flea market and she was being her wonderfully sweet sYou will never be a real lab. And even if you trick a mentally ill dog mom into taking you home, they’ll bring you back the minute they get one look at your genealogy results. elf. Everybody thought she was a lab puppy and I would tell them no a lab mix. One guy asked me if I knew what she was mixed with I told him no. That’s when he told me that most shelters will label dogs as lab mixes but they are really pitbull mixes because it is easier to get them adopted.

I caught my curiosity and that is when I began to Google pitbull mix puppies. She maybe looks like she possibly could be? That is also when news articles and stories started coming up about pitbulls and unknown mixed breed dogs biting, maiming, and killing children. My heart sank!! I have been so upset and anxious about it all day now. I feel like I brought a ticking timebomb killer into my home! What kind of person thinks and feels like this about their new puppy?! Apparently me

https://www.reddit.com/r/CPTSD/comments/13o8lzp/scared_of_our_new_puppy_wtf/

Despite receiving a few “don’t worry sweaty, pibbles are cuddlebugs” type comments, her fears were not assuaged, and she took it to BPB.

I was on a walk with our new puppy and my 3 children tonight when out of a yard started running this big white snd gray pit! The owner was screaming at it to come back and managed to get a hold of it before it made its way over to us but I was horrified. I scooped our puppy up and stood in front of my kids. I was literally shaking, my legs felt like jello trying to walk away. All the moron said was sorry and waved his hand!! 🤬

I have also been struggling with feeling like we might have been duped by the rescue we got our puppy from. She is was labeled as a “lab-mix” They said they thought she was mixed with either border collie or shepherd. I am scared she could have pit in her or maybe even chow chow because she has some spots on her tongue. I ordered a doggy dna test and WILL send her back to the rescue if either chow chow or pit comes up!! I do not want an unpredictable beast in my home and what happened tonight truly drove that feeling home. Until I get results I am treating the puppy well but being very vigilant. I don’t even let her near my kids unless she is on a leash. I am so paranoid. So far she is very calm and sweet natured. She really really doesn’t look like a pit but I know looks are deceiving.

Of course the users there were much more likely to feed her anxiety.

Shelter staff have no problem lying to you

The “greater good” (getting all shit bulls out of the shelter) justifies any means

Keep us updated. The shelter may have lied, we know they’re desperate to offload these dogs to unsuspecting homes.

I will, just sent the test out yesterday. This is going to feel like the longest 2-4 weeks!

Now, she’s discovered the horrible truth (and posted dog pics).

I promised everyone that I would update with my dogs DNA results. Well here they are! Just got them back today 😥 My “lab-mix” has no lab and her predominant breed makeups are aggressive breeds. My heart sank reading these results…I am really having a hard time. This sucks. I will never rescue another dog again…

Pibble, cattle dog, chow, GSD.

I was hoping she would be predominantly shepherd. My heart aches because she is a really good and gentle dog but she is only a baby. That chow and pit percentage is terrifying. It’s over half her makeup. With small children in the home this really is not a bet I want to gamble…this sucks. I’m so conflicted but shouldn’t be. My kids come first

Of course the users are on OP’s side here.

Jesus christ so that’s a mix of fighting dog - guard dogs - herding dogs. It’s like someone was intentionally trying to craft a super demon

She’s probably right to be worried to some extent, but they’re also just feeding someone’s mental illness with no second thought.

I just saw you have kids at home, so I’ll have to correct myself a bit. Better safe than sorry. Your gut feeling is right.

It was then that I began to bark at myself in the the mirror with mounting alarm. My owner seemed to notice it, too, for she began looking at me curiously and almost affrightedly. What was taking place in me? Could it be that I was coming to resemble Nala and Luna?

One night I had a frightful dream in which I ate a toddler while dressed in a frilly tutu and a flower crown, and woke up howling in terror. That morning the mirror definitely told me I had acquired the Pittsmouth look.

So far I have not eaten chocolate as my uncle Tyson did. I tore into a kitchen cabinet and almost took the step, but certain dreams deterred me. The tense extremes of horror are lessening, and I feel queerly drawn toward the neighbors’ young children. I hear and do strange things in sleep, and awake with a kind of exaltation instead of terror. I do not believe I need to wait for the full change as most have waited. If I did, my owner would probably return me to the shelter. Stupendous and unheard-of splendours await me over the fence, and I shall seek them soon. Iä-R’lyeh! Pithulhu fhtagn! Iä! Iä!