return to top

A day in the life of...

I'm sorry...........

This was posted by Ace in the forums and he was kind enough to allow us to use it in our diary.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I'm sorry you are frightened of my dog and are trying to have it killed because it's a pitbull. 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 eyes as 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 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, 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 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 dog 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 all manner of evil upon your dog.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 in our 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.

From Dog, "Dear God"

My friends, today I want to share with you a touching piece written by a rescuer but I warn you, have your tissues ready….
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
From Dog, “Dear God”

Dear God,

God I don’t understand- you put me here with unconditional love, I thought the most intelligent of your creatures, the humans, would be the same way.

It all started the day they the people came to take me away; I didn’t want to leave my mom, but she said I was going to a good home. I was sad, but the little boy seemed to love me and being so tiny I really didn’t have a choice. I arrived at my home and things started out well. The little boy played with me all the time, my belly was full, and I had a warm bed. Then my world fell apart. The little boy had something called a birthday and got this new toy called a play station. He spent all his time playing it and when I tried to play with him, he pushed me away. “Stupid dog ,” he would say. Then his parents yelled at him to feed me over and over. When he finally did he yelled at me for being so much trouble. Without warning he kicked me across the room. What did I do? All I ever did was love him, I gave him kisses when he got in trouble, and laid beside him on the bed as he cried.

God, I didn’t mean to pee on the carpet. I tried to tell everybody and I was ignored.

So now here I am tried to a tree and it so very hot. I’m starving and I haven’t been fed in days. The boy’s parents yell him to feed me and he says that he does, but I haven’t seen him in days. The last time he fed me, he poured half the bag of food on the ground and said you better make it last. Then this big dog came out of the woods and started eating my food. I thought, “hey a new friend,” but when I went over to greet him he knocked me to the ground and held me by the throat. I ran away yelping and watched as he devoured all my food. My water almost gone now and it tastes funny because of the green stuff growing in the bottom. Maybe if I bark they will come to check on me.

Well, that just got me yelled at but maybe if I keep doing it maybe they will get the message. Nope, now the human next door is fussing at my family about me barking. I would play with my ball, but I can’t reach it anymore. Here comes someone with my dad, he as a shiny tag on his shirt. I hear my dad saying that the boy just not ready for a pet and that this man can find me a new home. He just walks away.

The man put me in a cage in the back of the truck and drives away. We arrive at this brick building. When we go inside the smell is so awful, the barking dogs are so loud and now I’m scared to death. The dogs look so lonely and afraid. The nice man puts me in a cage and gives me food and water. Maybe this place is not so bad. Each day people come though and look at us. Sometimes they leave with a dog.

Why don’t they pick me? I’m a good dog and would love to play with their children. Everyday the shelter workers come and take dogs to this room and they never come out. I hear people say that are putting them to sleep. That must mean that they are finally going somewhere to get some rest from all this barking. Here she comes, my friend that plays with me everyday. She says she sorry but my time is up. We go to the room where all my other friends disappeared. As she standing there holding me I feel her warm tears hitting my head and I look up and lick them from her face. The person she calls Doctor comes in and they place me on the table. The Doctor pulls up some pink stuff and the little girl holds my leg. The Dr. sticks me with the needle and puts the pink stuff in my leg. My little friend picks me up and goes and sits with me in the floor, crying uncontrollably now. As the room goes dark, the last words I hear are I’m sorry and you are going to a better place.

Where am I, the light is so bright. Is that you God? This is such a beautiful place. Where are we going? As we cross this bridge I see dogs everywhere running, playing and splashing in the cool creek. The cats are even playing with the dogs and there is no fighting. Then I see her my friend the pit bull, She looks so much better all her scars and sores are gone. She is so happy that she doesn’t have live as a bait dog anymore. Thank you God for saving her because she could never find a home after all she had been through. Is that my favorite ball? God, would it be all right if I go play now.

God said, “Yes my child you are finally home and you never have to worry about anything again.”

Written By Terry D. King of Carolina Care Bullies

Still the same New Years wish..............

Happy New Year to one and all. Our wish is that this new year will bring renewed hope and
participation by the members of both Dogsters and Catsters to jump start the elusive cure for
IMHA and AIHA.

It takes so little-again pointing out just 1 dollar per site member- would be a good start to finding
a cure for those who have and those that will have this deadly disease.. It's so elusive and you never know who will be touched next and once touched-it is forever. Those of us who have been touched
are literally "dying for a cure".

If you are interested in donating-please go to Mica's page -the details are there. Thank you for all of us.


Angel Mica's page : http://www.dogster.com/dogs/504880