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You made me what I am today, courage at its best.
You wanted me to know no fear, a cut above the rest.
Not only did I master that, I've thrown in loyalty, too.
Look past my eyes into my soul, you know I'd die for you.
I'll watch your kids, I'll watch your house. Your praise will be my crown,
ask what you will-I'll do my best. I'll even be your clown.
But some of you don't like me, I'm sure I don't know why.
The only thing I'm 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 a friend?
You made me what I am today, you never saw me waiver.
I've done my best to keep you safe. Won't you please return the favor.
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 Bull's 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 til 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!
What Animal Do I Speak Of?
Their love is like no other,
their heart as 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 thay might get mad,
they've only beamed with pride.
I've seen there children yank and pull,
with nary a reaction.
Yet media's not interested,
unless they've put someone in traction.
When other dog's have made the news,
this breed's name they affix.
But when this brave dog saves the day,
they call him "boxer mix".
They love to snuggle up real close,
to give lots of loves and kisses,
Yet they suffer more than any,
from unfair prejudices.
Their tails wag hard and hips twist, too,
more so than other mutts.
So those of us who know the breed,
we call them "wiggle butts".
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.
AM I FAMOUS NOW?
I was born today. One of 10. My daddy was very famous. I have lots of half brothers and sisters. My mother is very famous. Since she got famous, she has only had puppies. No more loving hands, no more fun trips...just puppies. She is always sad when they leave her.
I left home today. I didn't want to go, so I hid behind my mama and three litter mates that were left. I didn't like you. But one day they said I would be famous. I wonder, is famous the same as fun and good times? So you picked me up and carried me away, even though you were concerned about me hiding from you. I don't think you liked me.
My new home is far away. I am scared and afraid. My heart says "be brave." My ancestors were. Did they go to good homes like mine? I am hungry because I can't eat too much because it will be bad for my bones. I can't bite or snap when the children are mean to me. I just run, play, and pretend I am in a big green field with butterflies, robins, and frogs.
I can't understand why they kick me. I am quiet, but the man hits and says loud things. The lady doesn't feed me good things like I had with my mother. She just throws dry food on the ground then goes away before I can get too close for touching and petting. Sometimes my food smells bad but I eat it anyway.
Today I had 10 puppies. They are wonderful and warm. Am I famous now? I wish I could play with them but they are so tiny. I am so young and playful that it is hard to lay in this hole under the house nursing my puppies. They are crying now. I am so hungry. I wish someone would throw me some food. I am also very thirsty. I now have eight. They got cold during the night and I couldn't make them warm again. They are gone. We are all very weak. Maybe if I take them out on the porch we can get some food.
Today they took us away. It was too much trouble to feed us and someone came to take us away. Someone grabbed my puppies. They were crying and whimpering. So we were put in a truck with boxes in it.
Are my babies famous now? I hope so, because I miss them. They are gone. The place smells like urine, fear, and sickness. Why was I here? I was beautiful, like my ancestors. Now I am hungry, dirty, in pain, and unwanted. Maybe the worst is unwanted. No one came, though I tried to be good.
Today someone came. They put a rope on my neck and led me to a room that was very clean and had a shiny table. They put me on the table. Someone held me and hugged me. It felt so good! Then I felt tired and looked over to the last one who cared as I laid down. I am famous now. Today someone cared.
A Dog's Plea
Treat me kindly, my beloved friend, for no heart in all the world is more grateful for kindness than the loving heart of me. Do not break my spirit with a stick, for though I should lick your hand between blows, your patience and understanding will more quickly teach me the things you would have me learn. Speak to me often, for your voice is the world's sweetest music, as you must know by the fierce wagging of my tail when your footstep falls upon my waiting ear. Please take me inside when it is cold and wet, for I am a domesticated animal, no longer accustmed to bitter elements. I ask no greater glory than the privledge of sitting at your feet beside the hearth. Keep my pan filled with fresh water, for I cannot tell you when I suffer thirst. Feed me clean food that I may stay will, to romp and play and do your bidding; to walk by your side and stand ready, willing and able to protect you with my life should your life be in danger. And, my friend, when I am very old, and I no longer enjoy good health, hearing and sight, do not make heroic efforts to keep me going. I am not having any fun. Please see that my trusting life is taken gently. I shall leave this earth knowing with my last breath that my fate was always safest in your hands.
"Ten Commandments for a Responsible Pit Owner" 1. My life is likely to last 10-15 years. Any seperation from you will be painfull 2. Give me time to understand what you want of me 3.Place your trust in me 4. Dont be angry with me for long, and dont lock me up as punishment. You have your work, your friends and your entertainment. I ONLY HAVE YOU 5. Talk to me. Even if I dont understand your words. I understand your voice when its speaking to me. 6. Be aware that however you treat me, I'll NEVER forget it. 7. Before you hit me, remember that I have teeth that could easily crush the bones in your hand, but I choose not to. 8. Before you scold me for being lazy or uncooperative, ask yourself if something might be bothering me, Perhaps Im not getting the right food, Ive been out in the sun too long, or my heart may be getting old and weak. 9. Take care of me when I get old. You too, will gow old. 10. Go with me on difficult journeys. Never say, "I cant bear to watch it" or, "Let it happen in my absence". Everything is easier for ME if you are there. Remember , I Love You.
Poem for my pit pups
WHEN IT COMES THAT DAY FOR ME TO SAY GOODBYE I WILL NOT PROMISE I WILL NOT CRY. I WILL MISS YOUR WRINCLED FACES AND ROLLY POLLY BELLIES AND THE SOUND OF YOUR TOE NAILS RUNNING DOWN THE HALL. THE CUTE LITTLE WAY YOU NIBBLE AT MY TOES AND THE SWEET LITTLE WAY YOU CUTTLED UP NEXT TO MY CLOTHES. YOU BROUGHT ME SO MANY LAUGHES. I PROMISE EVERYONE OF YOU WILL B MISSED. IT IS NOW TIME YOUR YOU TO GO ON TO YOUR NEW HOMES TO RUN AND PLAY AND SHOW LOVE TO ALL. SHOW THEM HOW SWEET PIT BULLS CAN B AND SHOW THEM THERE IS NO SUCH THING AS THE BULLY BREED. YOU WILL ALWAYS B MY LITTLE ANGELS AND BRING A SMILE TO MY FACE WITH EACH THOUGHT. I WISH I COULD KEEP YOU ALL TO MY SELF BUT THAT WOULD ME SELFISH OF ME NOT TO SHAIR MY WELTH OF SMILES AND HAPPIENESS THAT YOU BRING. I AM SURE YOU WILL BRING JOY TO YOUR NEW OWNERS LIFE JUST AS YOU HAVE DONE IN MINE. SO B SAFE MY LITTLE ANGELS I LOVE YOU ALL I WILL LOOK IN ON YOU AND MAKE SURE YOU GROW TALL. SO KEEP RUNNING AND PLAY AND BEING SO SWEET AND I WILL LOOK FORWARD TO THE NEXT TIME WE MEET.
Pit Bull Pup
I was born with my eyes closed looking for milk while my mommy licked and cleaned me all covered in goo I was ready from that moment to start loving you. A few weeks later I opened my eyes and started wandering and exploring and looking up at the sky. I would run to you intently ready to play no knowing what you had in store for me at the end of the day. When I started getting bigger and stronger you put out an ad Pit Bull Puppies for sale come get one now they wont last much longer. A man came by and picked me up the next day a few hundred dollars and I was on my way. He took me to my new home and stuck me in a cage "You'll Be A Mean One By The End Of Your Days". All I wanted to do was love my new owner but he didn't want love he wanted a killer. I would go days with out food then b shoved into a ring where I saw another dog just like me. I didn't want to do it and neither did he but after being beat and shocked we both became MEAN. We fought and bit and mangled each other when we should have been out side in the sun playing with one another. I didn't want to hurt him but the crowd was so loud and the other dog would not stop all I could do was defend myself. I clamped down on his throat till he stopped moving my owner came in and told me good job and fed me a big supper as my prize. I felt loved for a moment then it was gone I was shoved back into my kennel starved and deprived. Even after the abuse and terror he caused I still wanted to love my new owner and gain his applause. The fighting went on every week like clock work till one day I got sick and could not do my deed so he took me out back and made me bleed. He kicked and he punched and choked me too. Why? For what? I only wanted to love you. When he was done I lay on the dirt to hurt to get up my body didn't work. As I lay there dying with a tear in my eyes I wonder how many of my brothers and sisters survived. I hope they went to good families that play catch with them in the yard. I hope none of them had to live a life this hard. If only my first owner would have checked in on me now and then I might not be laying here with tears in my skin. So pleas make sure your puppies go to a good home where there are lots of smiles and tricks to be done and always a warm bed to lay down on.