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went to Birkenhead park on sunday to the dog show, it was upsetting to see how many Staffie the pound have and are asking people to take on, it get me thinking of this poem.

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 wandered 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 of Doris Banham Dog Rescue

Beautiful, thought-provoking poem. So well written, it made me cry.

that is so sad,

Dont know how true this is but I heard a rumour that a lot of people were at the dog show and lots of dogs, and a Staffie ripped the face off a king charles spaniel and then when its owner intervened the staff attacked him, must have done wonders for the dogs looking for new homes

It did happen staff had only been in his new home for a week

any link about this? coz I've looked all over the net and can't see anything about it

google the following words (Staffordshire Bull Terrier attack birkenhead. Staffordshire Bull Terrier attack dog shows wirral
even dog attack at wirral dog show. and can't find anything.

I was there from 10am till 1pm and didn't see anything

and with all the people there I would expect something and not just facebook news coz that poo.

so can we see a link please

I didnt see it but I heard about it,it happened near the visitor centre.The police are involved thats all I know