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The Truth About The Staffy

Toned, muscular, powerful beasts.

This is the way the world chooses to see.

Outraged, aggression, and dangerous too.

Scared one day, they might bite you.

Not even a second, by the looks, instant fear.

This so called 'reputation' makes us tear.

 

Continue to breed,

Continue to Buy.

Opt. to put them on a chain so tight.

Opt. to make them fight.

Judging them, at just first sight.

Not bad dogs, just bad owners.

When will the world see the light?

 

Toned, masculine, powerful features.

Beautiful and intelligent creatures.

Ever so loving, ever so loyal.

So goofy, and eager to please.

Eager to love, Eager for affection.

This is the way the world should see.

 

A family dog, a protector.

A comedian in ways.

A runway model with natural beauty.

A visitor, for those in pain and lonely.

A caregiver for rehabilitation.

A simple, lasting smile,

A kind that sparks and stays for awhile.

A partner against crime.

A team mate whose there all the time.

 

A worker, a player to love you at best.

A companion beyond special.

A dog, beyond the rest.

A love, in life, with whatever is next.

A best friend, to say the least.

A Staffies not A beast.

Staffies are the best.

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Feb 27, 2012
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