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Inspiration
In Memory Of All The American Pit Bull Terriers
That have died in pounds and shelters,
put to sleep for no other reason than being born the wrong
breed:
That spent their lives chained outside with only a barrel
for shelter:
That have been bred repeatedly only to be tied and left
in vacant buildings
when no longer useful:
That have been fed ground glass, gunpowder and hot pepper to
make them mean:
That have died fighting, ripped apart, suffering in
agonizing pain:
That have been though, mortally injured, on dead piles to
die:
That have been used as bait because they couldn't / wouldn't
fight:
That were shot, stabbed, thrown out of windows,
and hung because they weren't tough enough:
That have been shot in the spine and abandoned to die of
thirst,
starvation, and terror:
and that have been
set on fire - forgive us all-
author unknown (Thanks to Kane's Kennel)
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If you can start the day without caffeine,
If you can get going without pep pills,
If you can always be cheerful, ignoring aches and pains,
If you can resist complaining and boring people with your troubles,
If you can eat the same food everyday and be grateful for it,
If you can understand when your loved ones are too
busy to give you any time.
If you can overlook it when those you love take it out on you,
If you can take criticism and blame without resentment,
If you can ignore a friend's limited education and never correct him,
If you can resist treating a rich friend better than an poor friend,
If you can face the world without lies and deceit,
If you can conquer tension without medical help,
If you can relax without liquor,
If you can sleep without the aid of drugs,
If you can say honestly that deep in your heart you have no
prejudice against creed, color, religion or politics,
THEN, my friend, you are almost as good as your dog.
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"Dead Game"
by Andrew Vachss
I'm no good until I get hit the first
time.
Tony says I'm a slow starter.
But once I get going, nothing can stop me.
I never quit. Never.
I looked across the ring. I'm fighting a black guy tonight.
Bosco, I think his name is.
It doesn't matter what his name is.
This is the first time I saw him. They don't let me face the
other guy at the weigh-ins anymore. Sometimes, I go after them
right there. I have to save it for the fight.
He's a little bigger than me, but he's still inside the weight
limit.
He's younger than me, too.
But I've been around a lot longer. You can see it on my face.
And all over my body. Experience counts for a lot in these
fights. You can't tell if a fighter's any good until he gets
nailed the first time, that's what Tony says. Then you find out
about his heart.
They say it's in my blood, fighting.
But I really only do it for Tony.
I love him.
He's been with me since I was real little. He gives me
everything.
I train the old way. Special food. No sex before a fight.
They say that's why we started fighting. For sex. To have our
pick of the bitches.
But I could have sex even if I didn't fight. I fight for Tony.
I work out all the time. Tony even built a special treadmill for
me, to build up my endurance.
If you get tired in these fights, you lose.
I never get tired.
I watched the black guy across from me, waiting for the signal
to start. I watched his eyes. He wasn't afraid.
They never are.
Down here, the purse is nothing . . . all the money comes from
betting.
Tony always bets on me.
I'd never let him down.
I'd die first.
I'm not afraid of dying. It's just sleep. And you don't wake up.
I faced the black guy. Tony rubbed the back of my neck, getting
it loose.
The crowd screamed.
We bumped once and the black guy came at me.
He was quicker than me. I took his first shot right in the
chest. The fire exploded in me and I tried to tear his head off.
He went down, but he got right back up.
The referee separated us a couple of times when we locked
together, but they never stop these fights.
It was a long time before I took him out.
Tony carried me out of the ring.
I couldn't see Tony, my eyes were torn.
The other guy hurt me real deep.
I was going to sleep.
I heard Tony crying.
I felt his hand on my head.
Patting my bloody fur for the last time.
© 1994 Andrew Vachss. All rights reserved.
This story appears in Born Bad by Andrew Vachss. We wish it was
"fiction."
© 1994 Andrew Vachss. All rights reserved. Used with
permission of the author.
This story originally appeared in Born Bad
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A Pit Bull's Prayer
Spirit
in the sky, who watches over all animals:
It
is my prayer and my request that you grant
greater understanding, and acceptance to
humans; those who love us, and those who
hate us.
That they will know how loyal we are, how
brave we are, and how loving we are. Help
them to accept us as a breed in whole, and
not let the few tragedies shine brighter
than the many great traits that we have.
And those who would kill me, let them
know, I forgive them even though I don't
understand their hatred. And those who
would beat me, let them know I still love
them, even though it is not the honorable
way.
Thank you for all the strong traits that
you have given to me and my breed. Help
those to know that I stand for courage,
strength, loyalty, and bravery. And as my
master already knows, let those who would
come against my family know that I would
surely die defending them.
And just one thing that I would ask: Let
my master know, that if you should call me
away, that I will wait patiently at those
pearly gates until the one who chose me
comes home.
Amen
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AN APOLOGY TO BREED BAN ENTHUSIASTS
I'm sorry you are frightened of my dogs and
are trying to have them killed because they
are pitbulls.
I'm sorry you lack the understanding of this
breed's
true history, gentleness with people,
wonderful temperament, intelligence and
behavioral
conformation.
I'm sorry you won't read
the ATTS stats regarding our breed's true
temperament, putting it in the top four
for temperament, scoring better than breeds
like
Golden Retrievers, and cocker spaniels.
I'm sorry that you side with and protect
animal
abusers by marking the breed of dog, and not
the
irresponsibility of the owner.
I'm sorry that by your logic I could steal a
car,
run some people over with it, and then you
can blame
the make of car for the accident, as I walk
free.
I'm sorry you generalize one breed of dog
with one group of people.
I'm sorry you can't see the love and
determination
that many often highly educated,
non-criminal and "normal" types of people
show towards this breed and
the great personal sacrifices that they make
to take care of their dog responsibly.
I'm sorry you cannot go into the shelters
and see
the hundreds of abandoned and abused
pitbulls, dying
only for the inane "crime" of being born the
breed
they are.
I'm sorry you cannot see the look of
disappointment in their eyesas someone walks
by their kennel, and
refuses to consider adopting them based on
an
ill-educated, fear-mongering reporter.
I'm sorry that you cannot be there when the
animal
looks at a human for the last time, and in
spite of betrayed by all humans they have
met, their
tail still wags as someone approaches with
the
syringe of Euthinol.
I'm sorry you cannot be there when law
enforcement
shoots one of your dogs dead inside it's own
home in
front of the children it mutually loves for
simply
getting off the dog bed and walking over to
say
hello with it's tail wagging.
I'm sorry you cannot be there to rescue
pitbull
puppies from a plastic bag in a dumpster,
dumped there by someone switching their
illegal and inhumane activities to another,
more lucrative breed.
I'm sorry you cannot understand the
difference
between canine and human aggression, in the
way that
this breed can.
Yes, I'm saying my pitbull is smarter then
you.
I'm sorry that the medieval witchhunting
genetics of
intolerance, generalization, and racism make
you
feel the need to vilify a breed of dog.
I'm sorry that justice, equality,
tolerance, common sense are all things you
hold dear
as a fellow Canadian, and expect from
others, but do not yourself offer them
towards a
pitbull or its caregiver.
I'm sorry that you don't take the
constructive time
to petition changes in the Canadian animal
cruelty
act, and in the criminal code that would
deal out
serious punishment to the real
animal abusers.
I'm sorry you cannot see the disappointed
look on a
puppy's face when the people petting it
quickly
frown and walk away when you tell them it is
a pitbull.
I'm sorry you feel the need to terrorize my
family and my dogs for crimes we never have
and never will commit.
I'm sorry you don't have to live in fear of
your
dog's safety from hysterical and mentally
unstable people trying to inflict allmanner
of evil upon your dogs.
I'm sorry that you cannot see my breed
working in some of the best Search and
Rescue groups in the world, saving countless
lives each year
I'm sorry our media censors and refuses to
print the breed name "pitbull' when in
connection with a positive act such as
saving a person or child from a burning
house, drowning, wild attacking animals,
etc.
I'm sorry you cannot see the many pitbulls
registered as therapy dogs and bringing so
much joy to another misunderstood, neglected
demographic inour society, the senior
citizen.
I am sorry you can't see a pitbull kiss a
child, step carefully over a kitten,or play
in a sunbeam.
I'm sorry you cannot wake in the morning to
feel a
warm pitbull cuddled next to you in bed, and
know
that you are their total world, and even if
the house caught fire and trapped you they
would stay with you to the end.
But, now that I really think about it, I'm
not at
all sorry you don't own a pitbull--you do
not
deserve one.
Rob MacBean
The Mongrel Hordes
Lake Cowichan BC (Permission granted by me
the author to crosspost as long as it stays
intact, and with my name on it.)
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How Could You
When I was a puppy, I entertained you with
my antics and made you laugh. You called me
your child, and despite a number of chewed
shoes and a couple of murdered throw
pillows, I became your best friend. Whenever
I was "bad," you'd shake your finger at me
and ask "How could you?" -- but then you'd
relent and roll me over for a belly rub.
My housebreaking took a little longer than
expected, because you were terribly busy,
but we worked on that together. I remember
those nights of nuzzling you in bed and
listening to your confidences and secret
dreams, and I believed that life could not
be any more perfect. We went for long walks
and runs in the park, car rides, stops for
ice cream (I only got the cone because "ice
cream is bad for dogs" you said), and I took
long naps in the sun waiting for you to come
home at the end of the day.
Gradually, you began spending more time at
work and on your career, and more time
searching for a human mate. I waited for you
patiently, comforted you through heartbreaks
and disappointments, never chided you about
bad decisions, and romped with glee at your
homecomings, and when you fell in love. She,
now your wife, is not a "dog person" --
still I welcomed her into our home, tried to
show her affection, and obeyed her. I was
happy because you were happy. Then the human
babies came along and I shared your
excitement. I was fascinated by their
pinkness, how they smelled, and I wanted to
mother them, too. Only she and you worried
that I might hurt them, and I spent most of
my time banished to another room, or to a
dog crate. Oh, how I wanted to love them,
but I became a prisoner of love." As they
began to grow, I became their friend. They
clung to my fur and pulled themselves up on
wobbly legs, poked fingers in my eyes,
investigated my ears, and gave me kisses on
my nose. I loved everything about them and
their touch -- because your touch was now so
infrequent -- and I would've defended them
with my life if need be. I would sneak into
their beds and listen to their worries and
secret dreams, and together we waited for
the sound of your car in the driveway.
There had been a time, when others asked you
if you had a dog, that you produced a photo
of me from your wallet and told them stories
about me. These past few years, you just
answered "yes" and changed the subject. I
had gone from being "your dog" to "just a
dog," and you resented every expenditure on
my behalf. Now, you have a new career
opportunity in another city, and you and
they will be moving to an apartment that
does not allow pets. You've made the right
decision for your "family," but there was a
time when I was your only family.
I was excited about the car ride until we
arrived at the animal shelter. It smelled of
dogs and cats, of fear, of hopelessness. You
filled out the paperwork and said "I know
you will find a good home for her." They
shrugged and gave you a pained look. They
understand the realities facing a
middle-aged dog, even one with "papers." You
had to pry your son's fingers loose from my
collar as he screamed, "No, Daddy! Please
don't let them take my dog!" And I worried
for him, and what lessons you had just
taught him about friendship and loyalty,
about love and responsibility, and about
respect for all life. You gave me a good-bye
pat on the head, avoided my eyes, and
politely refused to take my collar and leash
with you.
You had a deadline to meet and now I have
one, too. After you left, the two nice
ladies said you probably knew about your
upcoming move months ago and made no attempt
to find me another good home. They shook
their heads and asked "How could you?" They
are as attentive to us here in the shelter
as their busy schedules allow. They feed us,
of course, but I lost my appetite days ago.
At first, whenever anyone passed my pen, I
rushed to the front, hoping it was you that
you had changed your mind -- that this was
all a bad dream... or I hoped it would at
least be someone who cared, anyone who might
save me. When I realized I could not compete
with the frolicking for attention of happy
puppies, oblivious to their own fate, I
retreated to a far corner and waited.
I heard her footsteps as she came for me at
the end of the day, and I padded along the
aisle after her to a separate room. A
blissfully quiet room. She placed me on the
table and rubbed my ears, and told me not to
worry. My heart pounded in anticipation of
what was to come, but there was also a sense
of relief. The prisoner of love had run out
of days. As is my nature, I was more
concerned about her. The burden which she
bears weighs heavily on her, and I know
that, the same way I knew your every mood.
She gently placed a tourniquet around my
foreleg as a tear ran down her cheek. I
licked her hand in the same way I used to
comfort you so many years ago. She expertly
slid the hypodermic needle into my vein. As
I felt the sting and the cool liquid
coursing through my body, I lay down
sleepily, looked into her kind eyes and
murmured "How could you?" Perhaps because
she understood my dogspeak, she said "I'm so
sorry." She hugged me, and hurriedly
explained it was her job to make sure I went
to a better place, where I wouldn't be
ignored or abused or abandoned, or have to
fend for myself --a place of love and light
so very different from this earthly place.
And with my last bit of energy, I tried to
convey to her with a thump of my tail that
my "How could you?" was not directed at her.
It was directed at you, My Beloved Master, I
was thinking of you.
I will think of you and wait for you
forever. May everyone in your life continue
to show you so much loyalty.
Written by Jim Willis.
http://www.unchainyourdog.org/Articles.htm
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BOB WAS A PIT BULL
Bob was a Pit Bull. He was my best friend.
Dad brought him home when he was twelve
weeks old.
He came from a list of Grand Champions.
His daddy used to win a lot of shows.
As Bob grew older some neighbors got scared.
They said Bob would bite someone.
My friends all play with Bob. When he grabs
their pants leg, they don’t care. They know
he is just having fun.
I like to take him for walks and train him
with treats and at night he lays on the
covers, right at my feet.
Bob stays in his crate while I am at school.
That is dad and momma’s rule.
Daddy said not to ever let him run loose and
momma never forgot about Bob eating her
shoes.
The man on TV said all the Pit Bulls had to
leave.
He wanted to take them all and have them put
to sleep.
He said a little boy was killed by a Pit
Bull tied up in his neighbor's backyard and
that all Pit Bulls are mean
If that Pit Bull was tied up, maybe his life
was hard and he didn’t have anyone to love
him like Bob has me.
Every day after school we like to play and
we have a lot of fun.
People said he would turn on me, but Bob
didn’t want to hurt anyone.
He could climb a tree and hang there all day
He likes to chase me around the yard, I even
taught him to sit and stay.
Please God, why did you let them take Bob
away.
They passed some kind of law in my town
called BSL, because they believe a Pit Bull
is bred to attack.
Bob never hurt anyone; but, Dad said, Bob
may have to leave and never come back.
We can’t afford to move, because of his job
and the money.
Momma gave me a hug and cried and said I'm
sorry honey.
I ran to my room with Bob at my heels. I had
made a promise to him as a pup; I would love
him for years.
As I lay crying on my bed, Bob kissed away
the tears.
Then the day came, they took him away.
I vowed then and there, he would never be
replaced.
Dad and Mom said they would get me a new
dog. One not deemed vicious, by some stupid
law.
I told them, no dog could make up for Bob!
Why did they listen to that man on TV?
Bob was a gentle friend, who would not hurt
a flea. That man was wrong! Bob would never
turn on me!
They said because of mean and cruel people,
all Pit Bulls like Bob, must go to jail
where they are given a shot to put them to
sleep.
Than an Angel would come and take them to
heaven for God to keep.
I cried all night, for the loss of my best
friend.
How could the man on TV be so heartless to
small kids like me?
I know in my heart Bob is now gone. I feel
him watching and waiting to be by my side.
In my heart, Bob will always live on.
Mr. Bryant, the man on TV, never once met
Bob. How could he know what would happen?
I was never mean or cruel to Bob and I loved
him so very much!
How could he kill a good dog like Bob and
still have the stomach to go eat his lunch.
He has made many dogs like Bob be abandoned
or die! He can’t see the real problem! Can
someone tell me why?
It's not kids or people like me, who take
their dog to training school,
or the ones who use dogs like Bob, for
search and rescues.
It's people who torture them, starve them,
beat them, that’s what must end!
They are the reason my dog is dead Mr.
Bryant; But, instead, you killed my best
friend!
Just because some people don’t look after
their animals, I had to loose my one and
only companion. The one I loved with all my
heart.
Why don’t you go after the ones who are
mean? If you want to help, that's where to
start!
Stop killing innocent puppies, sending them
to heavens gate.
Stop bullying the innocent. Quit throwing
around your weight!
Instead do what most government people have
forgotten how to do,
do the right thing, look at the truth!
Pit Bull dogs like Bob, are not the threat,
for the threat lies in ignorant people like
you.
I disapprove of what you say, but I will
defend to the death your right to say
it.....Voltaire, (1694-1778)
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Dog, My Friend
When God had made the Earth and sky,
The flowers and the trees,
He then made all the animals
And all the birds and bees.
And when his work was finished,
Not one was quite the same.
He said, 'I'll walk this earth of mine,
And give each one a name'.
And so he travelled land and sea,
And everywhere he went,
A little creature followed Him
Until his strength was spent.
And when all were named upon the Earth,
And in the sky and sea,
The little creature said, 'Dear Lord,
There's not one left for me!'
The Father smiled and softly said:
'I've left you till the end.
I've turned my own name back to front,
And called you DOG, my friend.'
Author Unknown
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Pit Bull Inspiration
"She snuggles with me every night, shares my pillow, and
finds no place in the house as comfortable as my lap." -Terry
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A Pit Bull's View on Life
Never pretend to be something you're not. Everyone knows
you are a 70 pound lap dog, so don't pretend that you are not.
If you have a stick in your mouth, you automatically switch
to super overdrive, and will be compelled to run around like you are insane...
If your people won't let you on the bed, cry, whine and
look pathetic until they do, and if they don't, jump directly on vulnerable
parts when they are sleeping.
Be excessive, if they ask you to get a stick, bring back a
tree, if they ask for a kiss, drench their face.
If someone seems to not want to be friends, follow them
around, stare at them, bark at them, cry, and if they are sitting, sit directly
on them, and kiss them until they can't breath.
Always sit where everyone is, and if they are in the same
place, like the couch or bed, make sure to plop yourself in between them, and do
not move.
If they try to move you, be stubborn, dig in your heels,
and if they do move you, refer to the rule above.
If you want to add a little excitement to your life...chase
something, the cat, squirrels, raccoons, see how your people come running and
yelling. I have found that porcupines and skunks work exceptionally well, but
don't ever catch them, or you'll end up in the bath tub or the vet's.
Baths are always bad, unless someone is already in there,
or it's with the hose or the water gun they think is punishment.
Act as silly as you can when you do something wrong, and
you should get away with it. The trick is to make them laugh...
Work that tongue of yours...let them come close enough and
then surprise them with a lick "snake's style" right on the mouth!
Make sure to always go for the most comfortable couch in
the house... even if it is already occupied. Same thing goes for your favorite
lap.
When it's in your best interest, always practice obedience,
keeping a keen eye on the hand that holds the treat, unless there is something
more interesting within 100 yards, then ignore everyone and focus entirely on
the more interesting person/dog/thing to the point of reaching a trance state.
Allow the experience of fresh air and the wind in your face
to be pure ecstasy and prompt you to produce copious amounts of drool to leave
on all interior car windows.
Never miss the opportunity to cuddle with a loved one...
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What Animal Do I Speak Of?
Their love is like no other; their heart is pure as gold.
Yet while going on a friendly walk, they're faced with
stares of cold.
They're so very close to human, in how they act and what
they do.
Unless you've known their devoted love, it's impossible to
explain to you.
They are greatly more misunderstood, than any other breed.
We tend to punish this loyal dog, instead of mankind's
deeds.
They are always and forever clowns, with a wish for center
stage.
Yet while displaying this sense of humor, most people
disengage.
They, oh, so want to make new friends, and run and jump and
play.
Yet when they happily approach, most people shy away.
Often I've seen children poke, or hop on for a ride.
And when I felt they might get mad, they've only beamed
with pride.
I've seen these children yank and pull, with nary a
reaction.
Yet media's not interested, unless they've put someone in
traction.
They love to snuggle up real close, to give lots of loves
and kisses.
Yet they suffer more than any, from unfair prejudices.
What animal do I speak of, whose love is so unique?
If you've truly known one, you know of whom I speak.
There is no creature on this earth who will ever make you
merrier.
The animal I do speak of, it's the American Pit Bull
Terrier.
By Patty Letawsky
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The Day Brooklyn got Creative
When you go out in the yard today, be ready for a surprise
When you go out in the yard today, you won't believe your
eyes.
Brooklyn, Dear, was playing a game,
And our back yard won't be the same.
Today's the day Brooklyn got creative!
Do you remember the garden gate that I asked you to fix?
Well, you can take it off your list, it's now a pile of
sticks.
The bushes and shrubs you needed to prune,
were bitten and chewed and finished by noon.
Today's the day Brooklyn re-arranged things!
Do you remember the flower garden that you kept so neat?
Well, who'd of thought it was something he could re-design
with feet?
He romped and played, it wasn't a crime.
He did it all in the interest of time.
The only thing left you need to tend is a huge mess
Do you remember the grass so green that he was not to hurt?
Well, you can forget it too, it's all been turned to dirt.
He dug some holes around the trees,
He showed me one, it's up to my knees!
Today's the day Brooklyn re-arranged things!
The sprinkler heads are missing too, I don't know where
they have gone.
It sprung a leak and filled a hole, and now we have a pond.
He worked so quick it's hard to believe,
That all of this could be done by three.
Today's the day Brooklyn re-arranged things!
He is resting now, he is very tired from all that he has
done.
Good thing we have the number we do, it would be worse if
it wasn't done by one.
He worked so hard to please his Dad,
He hopes that you will be very glad.
Today's the day Brooklyn got creative!
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Pit bulls Don't Cry
I see the children in the lane
They look like friends; we'll have a game
They've got a stick, oh boy, what fun
They'll throw it for me and I'll run.
But someone stops me.
I wonder why their mother screams "Don't go near those Horrid dogs, come here,
come close they're dangerous-I'll tell you why. They bite little children and
they die".
All I can do is watch and sigh
Cause now I know that Pit bulls don't cry.
Mum cuddles me up and says "My pet we love you dearly so don't you fret!"
But I love everyone out there
Why can't they love me, I do care
I wish they weren't made to pass me by
I'm a Pit bull, I don't cry.
I sit behind my padlocked gate
From early morn till quite late
When I go out it's on a lead
Is mine the only heart to bleed
I'm held in check as the world goes by
I wish the Pit bull heart could cry.
There are some dogs, and also men
Who cannot tell a foe from a friend?
So all of us must bear the blame
Expected to live a life of shame
Condemned, alas and we know not why
All we know is we will not CRY!
--Author Unknown
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AMERICAN PITT BULL TERRIER
A cry for help....
You have made me what I am today,
courage at its best.
You wanted me to know no fear,
a cut above the rest.
Not only have I mastered that,
I've thrown in loyalty too.
Look past my eyes into my soul,
you'll know I'll die for you.
I'll watch your kids I'll watch your house,
you praise will be my crown.
Ask what you will I'll do my best,
I'll even be your clown.
Though some of you don't like me,
I'm sure I don't know why.
For all that I am guilty of is courage, love, and try.
But still they want to see me go,
they want my breed to end.
Will I see you sitting idly by,
you whom I call friend.
You made what I am to day,
you never see me waver.
I've done my best to keep you safe,
wont you please return the favor?
Author unknown
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DOGS 10 COMANDMENTS
1)MY LIFE ONLY LASTS ABOUT
10-15 YEARS. SO REMEMBER ANY SEPERATION FROM YOU WILL BE PAINFUL. REMEMBER THAT
BEFORE YOU GET ME.
2)GIVE ME THE TIME TO UNDERSTAND WHAT YOU WANT FROM ME.
3)PLACE YOUR TRUST IN ME. THAT IS CRUCIAL TO MY WELL BEING.
4)DONT GET ANGRY WITH ME FOR A LONG PERIOD OF TIME OR LOCK ME UP. YOU HAVE
FRIENDS TO TALK AND VISIT WITH. REMEMBER ALL I HAVE IS YOU.
5)TALK TO ME SOMETIMES. EVEN THOUGH I CAN'T UNDERSTAND YOUR WORDS I CAN
UNDERSTAND THE TONE OF YOUR VOICE.
6)BE AWARE OF HOW YOU TREAT ME. BECAUSE I'LL NEVER FORGET.
7)PLEASE DON'T HIT ME BECAUSE ALL I CAN DO IT BITE AND SCRATCH. AND I DONT WANT
TO DO THAT.
8)BEFORE YOU SCOLD ME FOR MY BEHAVIOR. ASK WHATS WRONG WITH ME. I MIGHT BE SICK,
SAD OR LONLEY.
9)PLEASE TAKE CARE OF ME WHEN I GET OLD. YOU WILL GROW OLD TOO.
10)GO WITH ME ON THAT DIFFACULT JOURNEY. NEVER SAY I CAN'T BEAR TO WATCH OR LET
IT HAPPEN IN YOUR ABSENCE. EVERYTHING IS EASIER IF YOUR THERE.
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Dear Mom and Dad,
I died today. You got tired of me and took me to the shelter. They were
overcrowded and I drew an unlucky number. I am in a black plastic bag in a
landfill now. Some other puppy will get the barely used leash you left. My
collar was dirty and too small, but the lady took it off before she sent me to
the great beyond.
Would I still be at home if I hadn't chewed your shoe? I didn't know what it
was, but it was leather, and it was on the floor. I was just playing. You forgot
to get puppy toys.
Would I still be at home if I had been housebroken? Rubbing my nose in what I
did only made me ashamed that I had to go at all. There are books and obedience
teachers that would have taught you how to teach me to go to the door.
Would I still be at home if I hadn't brought fleas into the house? Without
anti-flea medicine, I couldn't get them off of me after you left me in the yard
for days.
Would I still be at home if I hadn't barked? I was only saying, "I'm scared, I'm
lonely, I'm here! I want to be your best friend."
Would I still be at home if I had made you happy? Hitting me didn't make me
learn how.
Would I still be at home if you had taken the time to care for me and to teach
manners to me? You didn't pay attention to me after the first week or so, but I
spent all my time waiting for you to love me. I died today. Love,
Your Puppy
-author unknown-
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"An Old Pit Bull dog Thinks of Death"
When they ask you, if I died well,
Tell them then, the Bulldog's tale;
A tale of courage, dogs bred bold,
A tale of my kind, centuries old.
My blood comes from ancient age;
Was valued more than kings or sage,
Sires and dams of courage rare -
Who took on all who thought to dare.
In my blood flows images of ancient kin,
Of silent stone circles, of small dark men,
I see a savage beast in the flickering light
that those before me stood there to fight.
Rough British bulls go through my sleep,
I hold them fast with courage deep;
I hold them fast for my master's blow
With pride-I hold their noses low.
Before that even we held the boar,
From those rough dogs comes my core.
We've hunted, guarded, protected and fought-
We've done whatever man has taught.
So never think I would forsake these things
When soon my spirit takes to wings
And when they ask you how I died,
Say, "As a Bulldog- with courage and pride."
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A PIT BULLS TALE
I am a Pit Bull, brave and bold, a true friend young or old.
When you see me, do not run, for I will not hurt you, I don't find that fun.
Do not treat me bad, don't fight me for fun, don't give me a bad rep, I
cannot help whats in my blood.
I will protect you because you are my friend, that is my job from now till
the end.
My blood is pure, my muscles are strong, and my heart has been loving all
along.
Don't tie me to short, heavy chains, and leave me out in the cold, until my
tale has been told.
Don't cut my ears, to make me look mean, because thats not what I am, even
though thats what it seems.
So thats my tale, it has been told, and Im still a Pit Bull, brave and bold.
By:Kristen Gregory (17 years old)
______________________________________________________The Canine Bill of Rights
I have the right to give and receive unconditional love
I have the right to a life that is beyond mere survival
I have the right to be trained so I do not become the prisoner of my own
misbehavior
I have the right to adequate food and medical care
I have the right to socialize with people and dogs outside of my family I have
the right to have my needs and wants respected
I have the right to special time with my people
I have the right to only be bred responsibly-if not at all
I have the right to some time and space all my own
I have the right to be foolish and silly, and to make my person laugh
I have the right to earn my person's trust and to be trusted in return
I have the right to be forgiven
I have the right to die with dignity
~~ Carolyn Krause
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WHERE DO PETS COME FROM?
It is reported that the following edition of the Book of Genesis
was discovered in the Dead Seal Scrolls. If authentic, it would
shed light on the question, "Where do pets come from?"
And Adam said, "Lord, when I was in the garden, you walked
with me everyday. Now I do not see you anymore. I am
lonesome here and it is difficult for me to remember how much
you love me."
And God said, "No problem! I will create a companion for you
that will be with you forever and who will be a reflection of my
love for you, so that you will know I love you, even when you
cannot see me. Regardless of how selfish and childish and
unlovable you may be, this new companion will accept you as you
are and will love you as I do, in spite of yourself."
And God created a new animal to be a companion for Adam.
And it was a good animal. And God was pleased.
And the new animal was pleased to be with Adam and he wagged
his tail. And Adam said, "But Lord, I have already named all the
animals in the Kingdom and all the good names are taken and I
cannot think of a name for this new animal."
And God said, "No problem! Because I have created this new
animal to be a reflection of my love for you, his name will be a
reflection of my own name, and you will call him DOG."
And Dog lived with Adam and was a companion to him and loved
him. And Adam was comforted. And God was pleased. And Dog
was content and wagged his tail.
After a while, it came to pass that Adam's guardian angel came to
the Lord and said, "Lord, Adam has become filled with pride. He
struts and preens like a peacock and he believes he is worthy of
adoration. Dog has indeed taught him that he is loved, but no one
has taught him humility."
And the Lord said, "No problem! I will create for him a companion
who will be with him forever and who will see him as he is. The
companion will remind him of his limitations, so he will know that he
is not always worthy of adoration."
And God created CAT to be a companion to Adam. And Cat
would not obey Adam. And when Adam gazed into Cat's eyes, he
was reminded that he was not the supreme being. And Adam
learned humility.
And God was pleased. And Adam was greatly improved.
And Cat did not care one way or the other.
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Misunderstood
I would like to tell you my story,
I'm so misunderstood...
Because there is no justice
For a dog from the 'hood.
I was raised as I am,
Without care, without love.
I long to be wanted,
To be free like a dove.
I didn't know it was wrong....
I would not harm a fly.
'Twas my master that made me
Go after that guy.
I was taught by my master
That killing was good.
I want to change what I did,
And if I could, then I would.
But now I'm in this cage
With a muzzle on my snout.
I'll go into that room
And never come out.
Now I sit here and wonder,
As I run short on time...
Why is it that I must pay
For my cruel owner's crime?
This is the story
Of a dog from the 'hood.
He was given no justice.
He's so musunderstood.
(Written by my friend, Priscilla C.)
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THE PIT BULL SONG By Curbside Jimmy a.k.a W. W. Schnipp
I STOPPED AT A LITTLE ROADSIDE CAFE
IN A NEW TOWN HOPING TO CHANGE MY LUCK
I HEARD A SMALL BOY HOLLER AT ME
AS HE CLIMBED UPON MY TRUCK
HE SAID MR. IS THAT A PIT BULL?
THAT'S RIDING UP FRONT WITH YOU
MY MOTHER SAYS THEY'RE REAL MEAN DOGS
MR. IS THAT TRUE?
I SAID I SUPPOSE PIT BULLS CAN BE MEAN
BUT THAT'S NOT HOW THIS ONE GETS HIS KICKS
THIS PIT BULL IS A VERY SMART DOG
AND HE'S TOO BUSY DOING TRICKS
THEN HE ASKED MR. CAN I PET HIM?
I SAID WHAT WOULD YOUR MOTHER SAY?
WHY I'LL EVEN HAVE HIM DO SOME TRICKS
IF YOUR MOTHER SAYS ITS O.K.
WHEN THE BOY BROUGHT HIS MOTHER
I NEARLY FAINTED IN THE STREET
SHE HAD TO BE THE MOST BEAUTIFUL WOMAN
THAT A MAN COULD HOPE TO MEET
SO I WHISPERED TO ROCKY MY PIT BULL
PUT ON THE BEST SHOW OF YOUR LIFE
I BET SHE'S A SINGLE MOTHER
AND I BET I CAN MAKE HER MY WIFE
ROCKY SOARED THROUGH THE AIR CATCHING FRISBEES
DID A FLIP HE CLIMBED A TREE
BY THE TIME ROCKY PULLED THE TRUCK WITH HIS TEETH
THE BOYS MOTHER WAS HOLDING HANDS WITH ME
NOW THERE'S A COTTAGE IN THE COUNTRY
IT'S THE PLACE WE ALL RESIDE
I WOULDN'T HAVE A WIFE AND A BOY THAT CALLS ME DAD
IF I DIDN'T AVE THAT PIT BULL BY MY SIDE ?
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PLEASE DON'T TAKE OUR DOGGY AWAY.
Author:Christina Anderson
I decided to leave Albury Town,packed up the kids
and our dog named Sam.We are on our way to Queensland bound to start a new life
with the kids
and our doggy Sam.We arrived all excited to our new home in a little town,but
not for long the Council came around.He said to me Mrs you have 21 days and your
dog has to leave, if not your dog will be seized.I said to him clarify this
please
"what so you mean my dog will be seized".
He said lady your dogs a Pit Bull and he is not welcome here, the Queensland
Government has banned them, their dangerous you see.The children
where frightened they called Sam near, they ran out the back and hid in fear.
Oh please, oh please don't take our doggy away,
he has done no wrong he is a beautiful pit bull can't you see, he plays and
loves us unconditionally.Oh why , oh why would you do this to us, he is just a
dog and has so much love.
I sat and l cried with the kids, no knowing what to do, no money in our pockets,
no where to go.
"l had to think quickly stay strong for the kids"
Sam is apart of our family l'll not give in.
The children were regressing, suffering because of this."Life in Queensland was
just the pits"
l tried and l tried to stop this cruel law, but in the end we were just
ignored.The Governments and Councils did not care, "get out of our state we
don't want your dog here."
We packed up the car left our belongings behind just to save Sam and keep him
alive. We had to go
we where run out of town, all because of breed, they can stick their town.So
back home we headed to Albury Town, where we are respected and our beautiful pit
bill Sam.So the moral to this story is don't move to Queensland, stay were you
are, save your pitty's life from the hands of this cruel law.
Christina Anderson (c)
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Stray's Prayer
Dear God, please send me somebody who'll care!
I'm tired of running, I'm sick with despair.
My body is aching, it's so racked with pain,
and dear God I pray, as I run in the rain.
That someone will love me and give me a home,
a warm cozy bed and a big juicy bone.
My last owner tied me all day in the yard
Sometimes with no water, and god that was hard.
So I chewed my leash, and God I ran away.
To rummage in garbage and live as a stray.
But now God, I'm tired and hungry and cold,
and I'm so afraid that I'll never grow old.
They've chased me with sticks and hit me with stones,
while I run the streets just looking for bones!
I'm not really bad, God, please help if you can,
or I have become just a "Victim of Man!"
I'm wormy dear God and I'm ridden with fleas,
and all that I want is an Owner to please!
If you find one for me God, I'll try to be good,
and I won't chew their shoes, and I'll do as I should.
I'll love them, protect them and try to obey....
when they tell me to sit, to lie down or to stay!
I don't think I'll make it too long on my own,
cause I'm getting so weak and I'm so all alone.
Each night as I sleep in the bushes I cry,
cause I'm so afraid God, that I'm gonna die.
And I've got so much love and devotion to give,
that I should be given a new chance to Live!
So dear God, please answer my prayer,
and send me someone who will REALLY care..
That is, dear God, if YOU'RE REALLY there!
author unknown
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