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Some Pit Buzzzzz

PIT BULLS ARE OFTEN THERAPY AND SERVICE DOGS

Pit bulls serve as therapy/service dogs. The Chako Rescue Association has Pit Bull therapy dogs in Texas, Utah and California.

Helen Keller had a pit bull as her canine companion and helper.

Cheyenne and Dakota are a team of hard-working Search-and-Rescue Pit Bulls in Sacramento, California. They play an important role in their community by locating missing people in conjunction with the local Sheriff. In their off-duty hours, they do charity work as therapy dogs.

Petey, the faithful dog on the TV show, "The Little Rascals", was a pit bull. He spent countless hours with children day after day and never hurt anyone. He was one of the most intelligent Hollywood dogs of all time.

PIT BULLS ARE FAMILY DOGS

There are quite a few celebrities who have pit bulls as members of their family including: Actress Rosie Perez, Steve Irwin (The Crocodile Hunter), actor Judd Nelson, musician Usher, actress Alicia Silverstone, comedian Sinbad, The Daily Show's Jon Stuart, "Exorcist" actress Linda Blair, actor Vin Diesel, and actress/comedienne Bernadette Peters, oh and Teddy Roosevelt.

PIT BULLS ARE HEROES

America's first war dog was a pit bull named Stubby. He earned several medals during World War I and was honored at the White House.

The Ken-L-Ration dog hero of 1993 was a pit bull named Weela. She saved 30 people, 29 dogs, 13 horses and a cat during a flood in Southern California.

A pit bull named Bogart saved a four-year-old child from drowning in a swimming pool in Florida.

Dixie, the Pit Bull, was inducted into the Georgia Animal Hall of Fame after she saved some children from a Cottonmouth snake.

PIT BULLS ARE GOOD DOGS!!!

The National Canine Temperament Testing Association tested 122 breeds, and pit bulls placed the 4th highest with a 95% passing rate.

A Pitty Prayer

WE PRAY FOR OUR PITS
That come when we call
That greet us at the door
That gaze at us with big brown eyes
That have a favorite toy

WE PRAY FOR OUR PITS
That have no one to go to
That stare silently out of cages
That refuse to make eye contact
That have no toys to play with

WE PRAY FOR OUR PITS
That sit on the cat
That lie at our feet
That would do anything for a cookie
That give us a wet sloppy kiss

WE PRAY FOR OUR PITS
That have never known companionship
That sleep wherever they can
That have not eaten for days
That bite in pure panic driven defense

WE PRAY FOR OUR PITS
That try to fit on our laps
That step on our toes
That will wear silly hats
That take up the whole couch

WE PRAY FOR OUR PITS
That shiver in the cold
That cower in terror
That have never been for a walk
That have no home

WE PRAY FOR OUR PITS
That push us out of bed
That wiggle all over when we come home That knock over the trash can
That bring such joy to our day

WE PRAY FOR OUR PITS
That live only to give birth
That have nothing to look forward to
That forage for food
That may never hear a kind word

WE PRAY FOR OUR PITS
That look for us if we leave the room That hide under the table on "nail day"
That forget the word "stay"
That love us no matter what

WE PRAY FOR OUR PITS
That have eyes that reflect pain and fear That hide in alleys That
live tied to a tree That have never been loved

We pray for pits that run in play and those that run because of fright,
for those that obey out of love and those that try to oblige until they
break, for those we never give up on and for those that don't get a
second chance. Embrace these little and not so little ones. Guard them,
protect them,
and grant them a peace that only we as humans can deny them. Forgive
mankind's abuse to these that were meant to be a most precious and
special gift.

Amen

Just a Staffie Poem

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 Iay down with one last sigh
I'm sorry I was born a staff, because it means that I must die.