22/01/2022
š IF YOU ARE THINKING OF BREEDING YOUR STAFFY - take a moment to read this. The same the world over and in Australia all too true.
Today is just another day - to me they're all the same
I have the worst of genes you see, I bear the "Staffy" shame.
The shame is in our numbers, there's thousands with no home.
Thousands just like me you'll find, in kennels all alone.
My mum was "just a Staffy", my father - well who knows?
Mum, too, became unwanted, as the last puppy goes.
And then begins the process, of money-making deals
A life of "moving on" unfolds, who cares how the Staffy feels?
If you have the cash to hand, the Staffy pup is yours
But that pup is getting bigger now, just look at those big paws.
You brought me for your image, thought I'd make you look more tough.
But you'll find my boisterous nature has already got too much.
If you had thought to train me, with kindness and with praise,
You would have had a faithful friend to share your darkest days.
I would lay down my life for you, but you simply cannot see. You make sure you get your money back on what you paid for me.
And on it goes, until one day, I'm no longer worth a dime. The retail on an adult staff - not worth the waste of time.
So what happens to a Staffy now? Do you really want to know?
Do you care what will become of us, when we leave our final home?
Have you ever thought to wonder, "Where is that Staffy now?"
The "Staffy" has another name; he's become a "stray" somehow.
Me, I was put into a car and driven far away.
The door held open, I jumped out, I thought to run and play. It was with joy and happy heart I turned to look for you.
You drove away with all my trust and a piece of my heart too. I wondered round for many days before I was brought here.
Now I wait with heavy heart, trepidation and with fear.
Seven days is all I have you see, seven days for you to claim the little dog that you threw out, for which you have no shame.
This is my last goodbye now my seven days are up
If only more thought had gone into the future of that pup. As the needle empties to my veins I lay down with one last sigh - I'm sorry I was born a Staffy, because it means that I must die.
PLEASE LOVE A BULL BREED AND HELP STOP THE ENDLESS GROWING NUMBERS WHO GET PTS.
