Please browse through our post down to see all staffies waiting for a new loving family. Many hundreds of dogs are euthanised every year in Ireland after their 5 days in the pound is completed. Sadly, they are discarded like a waste product of our society. It has become obvious to many people involved in dog rescue
that a large proportion of these 'death row dogs' are Staffies and similar type dog
s. Staffordshire Bull Terriers and SBT crosses are being over-bred meaning that every year thousands of them are left without homes, ending up in Council Pounds or Rescue centres and some suffering an even worse fate - being 'put to sleep' simply because they have nowhere to go. The difficulty is compounded by the fact that some councils and private landlords will not accept bull breeds and other dogs whose breed type is on the Restricted Breed list. We find this appalling as these dogs are truly fantastic pets and devoted companions. Their reputation as vicious killers is a myth, blown by media out of proportion. The love for humans in this breed is overwhelming, they give all of their little hearts to this love.
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Just a Staffy Cross.
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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? 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 Staffy, because it means that I must die.
- by Trudie James, Doris Banham Dog Rescue
