The fact that Hitler loved dogs is without dispute. The extent of that affection and what effect it had on him is a contentious issue. While serving in the army during WW1 Hitler did have a pit bull or pit bull type at any rate. Below we have Hitler pictured with his beloved "Doggie", Fuchsl.
While on a train ride his "Doggie" was stolen. Was it this theft that warped his mind and made him he monster he later turned out to be or was it the war. Or was he one of those dysfunctional delusional people who are just looking for and an excuse to happen?
Adolf has few friends on the Western Front. That is not only due to his unpleasant character. Almost all friends die in action - while Adolf again and again miraculously escapes from death.
After the war he told G. Ward Price, an English reporter, how once he was eating his dinner with his comrades in a trench. "Suddenly a voice seemed to be saying to me, 'Get up and go over there.' It was so clear and insistent that I obeyed automatically, as if it had been a military order. I rose at once to my feet and walked twenty yards along the trench, carrying my dinner in its tin can with me. Then I sat down to go on eating, my mind being once more at rest. Hardly had I done so when a flash and deafening report came from the part of the trench I had just left. A stray shell had burst over the group in which I had been sitting, and every member of it was killed."
From all his friends finally only Fuchsl, little fox, remains. The small white terrier, apparently the mascot of English soldiers, had been chasing a rat in No Man's Land. The dog had jumped into a German trench, where Adolf had catched him - and kept him.
From that moment on Fuchsl never leaves Adolfs side. "I can look at him like I look at a human being", he writes. When the orderly takes his diner the dog sits beside him. "I am crazy about him."
Hitler and two of his front-comrades have their photograph taken. Adolf insists on having Fuchsl at his feet. See the photo above. So how did Hitler lose his dog?
During WW1 while traveling by train with his dog, Fuchsl, a railway employee at the train station, delighted with the capers of Fuchsl, offers Hitler 200 Marks for the terrier. "Even if you gave me 200.000 Marks, I don't sell him", Hitler answers
But when the troops arrive at their destination and leave the train, Fuchsl is nowhere to be found. Hitler later lamented, "I was desperate. The pig that had stolen my doggie didn't know what he was doing to me."
In those same days another 'pig' pinches Hitlers rucksack with drawings and paintings of the war. Later this will be a reason for many a myth about the superb, but alas, lost, painting art by Hitler.
In October 1918, when in Osnabrück the recovered soldier Erich Remark prepares himself to return to the front in Belgium, Adolf Hitler is there too again.
Southeast of the city of Ypres lies the small village of Wervik. On 14 October British shells tear the ground open. Between the screams of the shells the German soldiers hear muffled bangs: exploding musterdgas shells. For the first time the Germans get a taste of their own specific medicine.
Adolf is hiding in one of the trenches in Wervik. Just like his fellow-soldiers he wears a gas mask, that protects against the gas. The bombardment goes on and on - the whole day and the whole night. Suddenly one of the recruits next to him becomes raving mad because of fear and anxiety; he tears his gas mask away - and swallows the deadly toxic cloud. The boy dies gasping and hawking. His comrades can only look on.
At first light the barrage stops. After a while Adolf and his fellow-soldiers take their gas masks off and take deep breath from the fresh morning air. Plock, plock - a British gun fires one last round of gas shells. The German soldiers panic: some of them can't get to their mask fast enough and die. The others become half or fully blind.
One of them is still able to see. He tells the others to grab each others coat, then he will try to bring them in safety. Among the soldiers whose life is saved in this way, is Adolf Hitler, 29 years, still a Gefreiter. For him this war is over. Half blind he is brought to a clinic in Pasewalk, Germany.
On November 10, 1918, an elderly pastor comes into the hospital and announces the news. The Kaiser has fled, the House of Hollenzollern has fallen, the Fatherland is now a republic. The generals have begged for a truce. The war is over.
The blow falls heavily on Hitler: "There followed terrible days and even worse nights. I knew that all was lost..., in these nights hatred grew in me, hatred for those responsible for this deed."
It is then and there where he decides to enter politics
Actually, Hitlers first dog Fuschl wasn't much like an American Pit Bull at all. And he favored a great many dogs.
Apparently his affection for dogs didn't stop him from conducting grisly experiments in an effort to transfer a human mind to a dog.
Hitler is pictured as Times magazine "Man of the Year with his beloved dog Blondi.