OPINIONS WANTED !!!

Well this is more of a topic for those who like to read, but to me every opinion counts.
Like i said before i am a kind of a writer, i write songs and short stories and articles about Pit Bulls,Amstaffs,Sbt...And i would like to start this topic to see more opinions on my "work" and see what do you like,what would you change...
So please if you have a couple of spare minutes while your dogs are sleeping give me a feedback about the things i'll be posting here.  
Thank you all for your time. xxx

The first songs i would like to share with u is about Pit Bulls and the life thru their eyes
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Born a Pit Bull

I was born a pit bull, and did not ask to be.
This is the life that was chosen for me.
What have I done to deserve this fate?
You locked me in a cage and teach me to hate.
I dream of a day when I get to be free.
I would be so kind, just wait and see.
Until then, I keep my dreams close to my heart.
I wake up everyday in hopes of a new start.
I don't want to be bad, I wasn't born like this,
but you took me from my mother and threw me in the pits.
Somehow I won but I received no prize,
only to make it to the next night, and a dog of another size.
I'm not sure if it's worth the pain that I know,
but sadly I love you, so this time I'll go.
I just wanted to make you happy, for I thought you were my friend,
but with the years passing, I only pray for an end.
You said this is my last fight, so I cant wait to go,
I feel things will get better, so maybe there's hope.
I am a little older and wish I was faster,
but I will try my best, for you are my master.
This fight is harder than I thought, I just cant seem to win.
The years of pain are starting to kick in.
It's not looking good for me, as I lay on the ground.
I cant get this dog off me, and can't make a sound.
Don't let me die, don't let this be the end,
prove to me this one time that, you are my friend.
With my eyes, I can only tell you what I need to say.
With my last breath, I see you turn and walk away.
See I was born a pit bull, and did not ask to be,
but I am in a better place in heaven, where I can be free.
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I am a big of a Pit Bull

I am a big of a Pit Bull
Just check out my jaws
Let me give you a high five
Just put you're hand on my paw
My looks may be intimidating
But i'm gentle as a lamb
I have many people who love me
I quess you can call 'em my fans
They know i'm loveabull
Adoptabull and true
With someone like me around
You'll never feel blue
I'm a frend and a buddy
To many who know my kind
Some people can't see past my face
And to my heart they are blind
They don't see the good in me
And all the love i can give
They'd rather throw me to the dogs
And watch me fight to live
How can  you blame or the breed
We only do as we are taught
Many of us are misused
Abused or bred or bought
Before you point you're finger at me
Take a good look at your self
I'm a reflection of a human being

I think they are fab Baby looking forward to some more   

There very good well done you.

Love the 1st 1. Paints a very sad but real picture!!!! Keep it up.

They are great keep going with them

Brilliant although the first one is very sad x

Thank you all   
I know the songs seem to be a bit sad and may be cruel in some moments, but i would really like to bring that harsh truth out so people who read can imagine and visualise the sad story behind the dog i am writing about.

This next two songs i dedicated to the love i have for my dog
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My Dog and Her Love

She's with me 24 hours a day.
And never a word is able to say.
But she can say more with a look or two,
such as I Love You, My Whole World Is You!

As I do my chores throughout the day,
She's by my side, every step of the way.
When I stop to eat, you can bet she's there,
sitting of course, in the favorite chair.

And if some night I decide to go out.
She'll hang the head, and kinda pout.
She sits by the window, until I come home.

Sits there and waits so patiently.
Hoping to catch a glimpse of me,
can't wait till I put the key in the door.
She's barking and jumping, and barking some more.

Then as I lay me down to sleep.
She's there by my side, her vigil to keep.
And I thank the Lord, in the heaven above.
For My Best Friend, my dog, and her love!
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Because of you

Because of you,
I found happiness.
Because of you,
I found love.
A love like no other.
A love that is beautiful
from the inside out.
A love with no tears,
Pain, or doubt.
A love with a soul
So tender and true.
A love that is pure.
A love that grows stronger everyday,
with the knowledge that you'll always be mine.

You´re like no other.
Your sweet loving bark,
are not to be compared.
You´ve won my soul,
and a place in the depths of my heart.
So never put into question,
my feelings are true,
because I have found my one and only,
And I will always love you.

 That first song was so sad but so true. You doing good. I love the others too more so My dog and her love, so very true. Keep them coming   

Sound good. Is the first one supposed to be I’m a big of a pit bull? Maybe it is because I’m from the US, but I don’t get that line. Is it like being a bit of a pit bull? lol

Brilliant---keep them coming   

I am big of a pitbull-talking from a dog's point of view-the dog is big and maybe because of it people are scared of him,but he will try to give them a different point of view. You are right, it would sound better I’m a big of a pit bull...I just didn't know how to put that into words, I'm a big pit bull just didn't work out for me     
Glad you like it , Thank you all for your positive feedback

Those last two are beautiful  

See, how we would say that over here is something like: I’m a big ‘ol pit bull or something, but you are the artist and it works! Keep up the good work.

Very well done indeed

Brilliant, the 1st one made me go cold, can just imagine this is how those poor dogs must feel

Today i would like to share with u a short story i made for one site who's themes are neglected pit bulls. The "story" is my point of view, my way of thinking and my reasons why i love and adore this wonderful,loving,loyal dogs.
Hope you like it
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Why I Love Pit Bulls

Maybe it’s that big, beautiful head, just begging to be rubbed. Maybe it’s those soulful eyes, leading me straight into a wounded heart. Maybe it’s that childlike spirit… full of innocence and hope… despite the harsh realities of the world. Maybe it’s that joyful smile, saying to the critics: “I know you think I’m mean. I know you don’t trust me. But even though you hate me… I still love you.”

Maybe it’s the loyalty… the unwavering devotion in the face of cruelty, neglect, and abuse. Maybe it’s the fact that this very loyalty… this precious gift of allegiance… is exploited every day, by evil humans with sadistic motivations.

Maybe it’s the undying will to please their master, the drive for praise at any cost, or the endless desire for compassion of any kind. Maybe that’s what makes them so special…

Maybe it’s the love… the love that waits… often for an entire lifetime… to be given. The love that dies… in the dogfighting ring… on the end of a chain… or at the pound. The love wasted, the lives forsaken, the beauty forgotten… Maybe that’s what I see in them…

Maybe it’s because the media has inaccurately and wrongfully demonized one of the most loving, loyal, and incredible "breeds" on Earth—the Pit Bull. Maybe it’s because the public believes these mistruths, and joins in the bashing. Maybe it’s because Breed Specific Legislation (BSL) has enacted laws that ban these amazing creatures… laws that seek to destroy every last living, breathing Pit Bull in America. Maybe it’s because, for the lucky few Pit Bulls in loving homes, BSL rips them away from their families and sentences them to death. Maybe it’s because these precious souls can’t understand why this is happening to them… as they cry out for their families, just before they are killed…
Maybe that’s why I fight for them…
Maybe it’s because Pit Bulls are the most abused breed in existence… and the most highly euthanized breed in shelters. Maybe it’s because, in many American shelters, strict policies prohibit the adoption of bully breeds, eliminating all hope for these dogs. Maybe it’s because, even when given the chance for a family, no one wants to adopt them. Maybe it’s the heartbreak of knowing, that after a lifetime of suffering… and then being dumped at the pound, their only way out… their only chance for mercy… is death.
Maybe that’s why I care so much....

Maybe it’s because, even in no-kill shelters, Pit Bulls often spend their entire lives waiting for someone to take them home. Maybe it’s because, for so many, that adoption day will never come. Maybe it’s because, while waiting on that unlikely chance for a family, many of these dogs will slowly lose their minds living in a tiny shelter kennel. Maybe it’s because, due to the stress of shelter confinement and the lack of socialization, their already small chances of adoption are soon reduced to no chance at all of ever getting out. Maybe it’s because, for bully breeds, the never-ending dream of having a family of their own… is only a dream…

After weeks, months, and years of waiting in a shelter for a family who will never come for them, all hope turns to despair… all desire turns to depression… all joy turns to anguish. Across the country, millions of these beautiful, amazing dogs are simply living each day… waiting to die.

So why do I rescue Pit Bulls? Maybe my drive to save them is because I’ve never known a breed more deserving of life. Maybe my will to help them is because they have no other hope. Maybe my advocacy for the breed stems from my desire to fight injustice… to right the wrongs and stand up for the victims.
Maybe it’s the fact that Perla is the most incredible dog I have ever known when she was my foster child. Maybe it’s because my amazing foster child was a rescue baby. Maybe it’s because I own a beautiful 2 year old pit-amstaff girl Baby and she means the world to me.

Maybe it's because they have no reason to trust me, or anyone for that matter, and yet... they do. Maybe it's because they have no reason to forgive, and yet, they have.

Maybe my love for them is a reflection of their love for me… unconditional, unwavering, and infinite. Maybe I want to change the world for them… to end the unspeakable suffering… to tell them that they matter… and to return the love they so freely and unselfishly give. Maybe it’s because I realize that I possess the power to do all of these things. Maybe it’s because I know that can use my life to fix this for them.

And maybe, just maybe, one day people will be able to understand the love for the breed.
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The dog i mentioned (Perla) was my foster child for a couple of months. She is one of many and big reasons why i love this breed, and started to write.
Perla was neglected, abandoned by her own owner, left to live in a small concrete space where she couldn't even stand properly. She was barely feed,she had bad bloody opened wounds... After she was taken to the vet she was diagnosed with hip dysplasia,demodex,ear problems. After living in a small cage she couldn't stand properly or even sit-she would just lay down because she was so tired when she had to stand. When i would took her to the vet,or walk her a couple of minutes a day people whould just turn their heads cos she was so skinny and covered in wounds, and had a bed smell of the rotting skin,but to me she was the most special thing!
After a few months of care and playing with my Baby she finally discovered the fun side of being a dog. She started playing,eating,running...After a short period of time she found a loving home.
To me she was all a Pit Bull represents- a loving,forgiving,loyal dog that will always be here by your side no matter what!

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Thats really good and Perla is beautiful x

These are so good! The first ones so sad though keep em coming!

Oh my what a beautiful girl

Thank you,thank you,thank you!   
So today's topic is a little bit fun, just small top 10 reasons why you can't trust a Staffy, hope you like it
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Top 10 Reasons Why You Can’t Trust A Staffy

10) They will steal your spot on the couch while you are up getting a soda.

9) They will take the treat you give them and bury in the backyard like a paranoid crack head hiding their stash.

8 ) They will jump on your bed with muddy feet. Making you do laundry…again.

7) They will lick visitors with an uncontrolled passion only they understand

6) They will cause children to smile.

5) They will make you feel horrible for not walking them by looking at you with deep sad eyes.

4) They will look at you like you committed a crime against them if you don’t let them lick your ice cream bowl.

3) They will cause wide spread happiness in large group settings.

2) They will crack you up by shaking their butts so hard you think they are going to snap in half.

1) They will steal your heart like a thief in the night, showing you complete and pure love that only a Staffy can show.

Why did i read the first poem, really well written & very very touching i had to give Samba a hug. You are very talanted, well done.

Please

Please don't belive what you hear
They made me a poster dog,and instilled this fear
I may be big,and i may be strong
But i have done NOTHING wrong
A vicious cycle,i wish i was never born
Into the hands of a monster,now my heart's been torn
They threw me in the pit,i could hear the people cheer
Blood on the walls,no fight in me...Just fear
I am of no value now,they tossed me aside
As i lay bleeding i have no place to hide
And now i am taken to a grey scary place
I am cut and wounded from my tail to my face
Here i lay alone on this cold cement floor
Waiting for my chance to get out the door
I only have a day or two,beafore i am out to death
A day or two more till i breathe my last breath
But i haven't had a chance to show you...I'm a good boy
I never had a treat,i never had a toy
I am a Pit Bull,it doesn't mean i will bite
It doesn't mean i am the devil,it doesn't mean i want to fight
Look into my eyes once as you pass me by
Can you really see a killer? Come on,don't lie
You know you see something,a soulful sadness in my eye
Please take me out of here
Please don't let me die
I still wanna taste my first treat
For the first time i wanna cuddle down by your feet
It doesn't matter that you kicked me,and never loved me
I still wanna run for the first time on the green grass
I wanna feel how it is to be free
Deep down my wounded heart i know this is just a dream
I know in a few seconds i will run down that rainbow bridge
And you will take my lifeless body to the so called „pit morge“
Down there i will lay with the rest till i rotten
And like those before me i will be easly forgotten
But still i will run free with my brothers and sisters
Happy that we are not no longer fighters
And you will still be a monster
Picking new innocent dogs from a new litter
Till the day when the police will arrest you
Till the day the law will sentence you
The puppys from the litter
Will have the luck i didn't have
They will find a home,find a foster
They will taste there first treat
They will run on the green grass

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The lost

They came without warning, or warrant, or reason
And tore me away from my family's arms
Labeled a monster on just my appearance
Not taking to account that I've never done harm
Thrown in a cell with grey walls and no windows
I'll never again get to see a new day
With time and date set I am left in the darkness
No comfort nor mercy will come now my way

The hope in me dies as I watch those before me
Taken through a door where they'll never return
Small pups, just days old, taken to the slaughter
Not even allowed their first glimpse at the world
For a moment theres light that pierces through the darkness
Smiles and hands that I know reach out to me
But it's not long till I notice the tears on their faces
And I know this goodbye is the last one I'll see

"We tried and we fought" Their words filter to me
"But they would not see sense, nor the wrongs they commit
You'll be in our hearts and never be forgotten
Your still our good girl" They sob as I sit
An ache fills my heart as I know I will leave them
Wanting nothing more strongly than to stay at their sides
Wrapped in this moment with love all around me
I know it's not long till I'm ripped from their lives

Hands draw me away from the grip of my loved ones
And I watch as they crumple and I'm pulled away
As my fate draws closer my soul becomes weary
I know what is coming for me this dark day
The * of a needle then nothing but coldness
Shadows seem to case me as my will slips away
Last thoughts of the family I leave behind me
Let me know at their sides I always will stay

Sobs fill the halls as lifes breath leaves her body
Another dog killed for no sin of their own
A weight fills my chest for the question I'm given
An answer to which pains not my heart alone

All fab Baby, you really are very talented   

Well since i didn't post anything here yesterday-i'll have to double it today
Btw thank you all for your opinion-it means a lot. xxx
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This two songs are the last thought, the last view from all those abandoned and abused dogs.
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Good night

No more lonely cold nights
Or hearing that i'm bad
No more growling belly
From the meals i never had
No more scorching sunchine
With a water bowl that's dry
No more complaining neighbours
About the noise when i cry
No more hearing „shut up“
Or „get out of here“
No more feeling disliked
Only peace in the air
Euthanasia is a blessing
Thought some still can't see
WHY WAS I EVER BORN
IF I WEREN'T MEANT TO BE?!
My last day od living
Was the best i ever had
Someone held me very close
I could see she was very sad
I kissed the lady's face
And she hugged me as she cried
I wagged my tail to thank her
Then i closed my eyes and died

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Here i am
Chained and alone
I sit in this circle
I made on my own
I'm pacing around
Just wanting to play
But i can't get off
This damned chain
It weights on my neck
And weights on my soul
I feel like i'm dead
And their digging my hole
Just bring me inside
Let me lay at you're feet
Even after all this long
It's you i want to greet
We can leave this in the past
I just want to be free
Please don't ignore my cries
And let you're eyes see
What damage you have done to me
Over the rainbow bridge
I will finally run free
No more heavy chain
No more sitting on the rain
No more fight to survive
Now i don't have to struggle to live
Just lay me down
In that black ground
Just close my eyes
Don't worry you'll hear no cries
I just wanna feel my soul leaving
I Just wanna see you smiling
After all you were my master
And i always loved you
Even though i know you can't say that too
To you i was just a dog
One dog between among

And a little text about bad breeding...
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Bad breeding - What is “Type”?

Type has two meanings. First, type is what makes an American Staffordshire an American Staffordshire, and not a golden retriever. That is breed type. Second, there is a more subtle type, that which marks dogs of a well established line. For instance, the dedicated fancier may well be able to look at a dog and say, “She is from the White Rock line”, or “That looks like a Fraja dog”. That would be identifying line type.
In a world full of backyard and short term "breeders", breed type suffers, and line type is almost impossible to find. Can a person who buys two or three dogs, puts up a website, breeds three or four litters be called a “breeder”. No. These folks are, almost without exception, out of the breed and onto a new scheme to make money within three to five years. If you doubt it, take a look at the ads in a pit bull magazine from five years ago, and see how many are still around.

Dog World magazine used to be an interesting place to keep tabs on long term breeders. Through the fifties, sixties and seventies, you would see consistent ads from breeders who were staying the course. They were always there, month after month, year after year. These were the breeders who, for the most part, developed dogs with line type. Pick up Dog World today and you see a very different picture. It has become a tragic showcase of fad breeders and puppy mills. Each American pit bull ad screams louder than the next “My dogs are not medium working dogs! My dogs are cripples, but they look cool. I’m proud my dogs don’t meet the standard! I am here today to breed for fad size, fad color, fad stockiness, and I don’t care! I will do what I want despite the damage to the breed.”

How sadly true for all breeds. When breed and all breed magazines carry ads displaying dogs which do not resemble breed type, how can the novice learn what is correct? When registries change their standards to include animals different from what was ever intended by breed founders, how can the novice know what is correct? When judges refuse to withhold ribbons, and worse, put up unsound, shy, and untypey animals, how can the breed be saved?

There have been sporadic attempts to come up with breed suitability tests, working registries, and other ideas which would help. Sadly, all have failed to take hold. There is not enough interest from breeders; not enough interest in stewarding our breeds through to the next generations as the founders wanted them. The current generation must never assume they are wise enough, or experienced enough, to change a breed standard. But each generation sure tries, always to the detriment of the dogs.

Because of this, the problem becomes: ethical breeders are not going to be producing dogs simply for public resale at this time. They understand and empathize with the sad fact of the daily killing of hundreds of bulldogs in American shelters. And yet they know that responsible breeding must go on to keep the breeds from extinction; more so now than ever, since “pretenders” have almost taken over the breed. If all responsible breeders shut down, in ten years the pit bull would be extinct, and in its place a hybrid animal no more like the athletic, “medium” dog who earned the name, than a dogue de Bourdeaux or French bulldog.

The answer to saving our breed is three pronged. First, everything possible must be done to discourage and halt novice, back yard breeders and “big name” puppymills from dumping thousands of puppies a year into unsuitable homes. These animals and their breeders are "the problem", that threatens our breed. "Breeding bans” are of questionable help since they cannot be enforced, and play into the hands of anti-pet activists. But it is time for the dog fancy to police itself - before others do it for us.


Second, every serious breeder must study the AKC or UKC standard (dependent on their breed) and understand it. If the standard is not to their liking, then they must find a breed which fits their ideal, and breed that. If you want a mastiff, there are many fine mastiff breeds. If you want a misshapen dwarf of a dog, sadly, there are already breeds that fit that bill. The bulldog is a medium, athletic breed - period.

Added to this, the serious breeder must understand that a win at a dog show or schutzhund trial or any event is hardly the only criteria to be used when deciding if a dog is good enough to be bred. Hip and health checks are a non-negotiable part of today's ethical breeder's program. They do not make excuses about bad hips; they suck up and deal, and move on.

Ethical breeders understand that sound and “typey” temperament is just as important as meeting the physical standard of the breed. For this reason, they understand what bulldog temperament is about, and they never breed a dog who fails to represent it. They do not make excuses: “she is just a little shy”, or “he doesn’t like men”, or “she was abused”. These dogs are too powerful to have unsound temperaments.

Third, serious, ethical breeders should work together to produce a system similar to the European style which has produced such outstanding breeds as the Doberman, boxer, rottweiler and German shepherd. A system which gives merit to those animals who are outstanding. That encourages the breeding of our “medium” built dog with its characteristic good temperament and heart.

Serious breeders must sacrifice and work hard to come through this most devastating of times in the history of the breed. This is done by limiting breedings; serious buyers will find ethical breeders, they always have, and they always will. To produce a litter and have no waiting list of clients, to offer pups for sale in the paper, or over the internet is unacceptable at this time. To not cull poor specimens—as hard as it is - is to give the breed another black eye.

The next ten years are probably the most important in history, for our bulldogs. Will the tough-as-hell, friendly-as-hell, medium, athletic Pit Bull become extinct through breed bans and fad breeders? Or will they persevere, as they have for so many hundreds of years? Each of us holds the answer on the end of our leash, each of us holds the answer in our hearts.