As you were searching for your new dog you will probably notice that 90% of the dogs up for rehoming are Staffordshire Bull Terriers.
Please do not be put off by this as this is simply not because of the breed but by the deed of the previous owners. Staffies are wonderful pets and rank highly among the top dogs with children.
They have ended up in rescue mainly because of unscrupulous breeders over-breeding for money and then rehoming them, often to the wrong people. Free advertising websites have also added to the crisis as many dogs are advertised for free or at low cost and many are taken for fighting or more breeding.
A lot of these Staffies go through a tremendous amount of abuse and yet they are so forgiving towards humans.
All this has inevitably led to a bad media image. Yet Staffies are very sensitive and affectionate animals who suffer tremendous stress in kennels. There are so many of them being put into rescue and foster carers are limited.
Rescues around the country are buckling with the pressure from the amount of Staffies being abandoned and finding themselves on “death row”. This means that when a dog is found as a stray it goes into a council pound and must serve 7 days in kennels. If the owner does not claim him/her or a rescue cannot take it due to lack of space, the dog will then be put to sleep. 80% of the dogs found as strays are Staffies and Staffie crosses or other bull breeds. We lose so many of these wonderful dogs through lack of space and we try tirelessly to promote them for rehoming.
Any reputable rescue will think carefully before rehoming any Bull breed dog and will never let you have one if they feel it is unsuitable for you.
Please do consider adopting a Staffie regardless of their undeserved bad press. By adopting a Staffie or Bull breed, you are doing the equivalent of adopting two desirable breeds!
Please consider even helping one get out of kennels and into foster to feel what home should really feel like!
Just a Staffie Cross
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 Staffy, because it means that I must die.
Written by Trudie James