Volunteers ...
We are always looking for volunteers to help us by fostering dogs and transporting them. If you think you may be able to help then please contact us by using one of the e-mail addresses at the bottom of the page. Thank you
We are always looking for volunteers to help us by fostering dogs and transporting them. If you think you may be able to help then please contact us by using one of the e-mail addresses at the bottom of the page. Thank you
Because we are a Charity we are always in need of funding, so if you can help us by donating, no matter how large or small it helps us to keeping helping dogs that are condemned to die in pounds all over the country. You can help by clicking on the button below.
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 Staff, because it
means that I must die.
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