Tuesday, December 17, 2013

The Dog in the Manger



Here is a charming morality tale that has been attributed Aesop, the most iconic of all fable creators.  Although there is no proof, we find many versions of it through the centuries, even the Gospel of Thomas quotes a version of it:


Jesus said, "Woe to the Pharisees, for they are like a dog sleeping in the manger of oxen, for neither does he eat nor does he let the oxen eat".





The fable has a long tradition, and can be found in many printed versions.  An English reference is found a century earlier in John Gower's Confessio Amantis (c.1390):


Though it be not the hound's habit
To eat chaff, yet will he warn off
An ox that commeth to the barn
Thereof to take up any food. 
 (Book II, 1.84)

Sometimes, the role of the hungry and hardworking animal is depicted as a bovine, or an equine. The metaphor is timeless, and even the title "dog in a manger" has entered the lexicon to speak of those who spitefully and selfishly prevent others from having something that they themselves have no use for.  Curious to note, the shape of the dog cast into the role looks most often like a...

is that a Cocker Spaniel, or is it a Dachshund?

 

My Book House (there are 12 in the set and it is from book 3, Up One Pair of Stairs). Edited by Olive Beaupre Miller, Publishers The Book House for Children Chicago.Copyright 1920, 1925, 1928, 1937 by Olive Beaupre Miller.



Many talented writers have had fun reworking it into rhyming prose to the delight of many generations of children...

and corny adults.


To be empathetic, let's look at this fable from the perspective of a pit bull apologist.  They would say, we are like the dog, why should we begrudge someones right to privately own whatsoever animal they desire as a pet?
To them I would ask, "why do you begrudge my right to safety? "


And Just why does a person need to have........




A FIGHTING DOG FOR A PET?







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Saturday, November 23, 2013

A Requiem to Lost Body Parts



Real Housewife of Beverly Hills Kim Richards had just HAD a nose job.  Then her daughter got a puppy, a pit bull.  Well, now the puppy lives with her.  She expressed that she would have chosen something smaller, one of those little yappy dogs.  

"Sometimes when he (pit bull puppy) gets excited, I'm scared".

Well, Pit bull puppy got really excited, and decided to do an overhaul of Kim's new nose.  Lucky for Kim, she can just go back to the surgeon, and have them fix up the damage.

Not all who sacrifice a body part to a pit bull are so lucky. 

The current statistic is, every five days in the  U.S.A., somebody suffers a dismemberment from a pit bull. 


Along with the pain and suffering, the process of going through perhaps several medical procedures, there is a grieving process similar to grieving death on what was lost.  Many victims will mourn to loose their former self, and the the physical loss of the function and ability.  The loss of a body part may be accompanied by a loss of a positive body image, and it can have devastating effects on a person's identity and self esteem.


This is just a sample of media reports involving dismemberments. Some victims do not survive these injuries.


Fingers and Toes

September 24, 2009:  Pit Bull chews off Baby's toes



May 18, 2010  Pit-bull Finger Chomp results in 300K settlement

January 20, 2013: Pit bull  bites off Woman's thumb

February 12, 2013: Pit Bull bites off finger






Cheeks

Injuries to Cheeks and lips are the most common dog bite injury.

  The Center for Disease Control reports  that it is an increasing problem.
Most injuries were soft tissue related, however more severe bites and injuries were observed in attacks from the pit-bull and Rottweiler breeds."

Medical notes on the reconstruction of Raul Carrizales's cheek (In Spanish).  The above illustration is of the ground breaking medical procedure that closed the open gash that exposed his teeth and jaw.



Noses

January 12, 2012 Disfigured woman suffers discrimination

April 12, 2002 Man's nose torn off in pit bull attack

January 9, 2013:  Pit bull bites off 10-year old's nose.

July 2, 2016 Man's Stafforshire bites off and eats nose

 Scalps

This is a horrifically long list of this specific kind of  horrific injury for which pit bulls seem to have an innate talent for.  "Lucky" is the victim to survive this kind of injury. 

Tongues
August 8, 2013:  Pit Bull Bites Off Part of Man's Tongue

Limbs

May 31, 2013: Most of  Linda Henry's scalp was ripped from her skull. She underwent skin grafts this week to replace the skin on her head. Henry said she was once a pit bull lover, but she now believes that breed of dog should be banned from her community.



November 23, 2013:  Fundraiser set for amputee in Sun City.  This woman lost her leg as a child in an incident with a pit bull, and now advocates for them.

Ears


April 13, 2011:  Girl looses her ear in a pit bull attack

May 10, 2013:  Pit Bull rips off Teen Girl's Ear

Jan 31, 2017 : LILBURN, GA
– A 7-year-old boy is recovering after two pit bulls attacked him and ripped off both of his ears.


Mammeries

 

Prayers to St. Agatha

June 14, 2002:  Pit bull attacks two women, rips breasts, arms, and legs.



Genitals

September 1, 2004: Pit bull Bites Off Man's Genitals

April 8, 2010:  Baby attacked by two pit bulls (bites off testicles)

November 2, 2013: Man dies after pit bull bites off testicles

November 21, 2013: Pit bull Severs Genitals in Yonkers.




Milagros are little charms used in prayers for ailing body parts, 
or what those body parts symbolically  represent.

Wednesday, November 20, 2013

You Will Know Them By Their Fruits



First hand historical accounts are the best way to learn of attitudes of people of past generations. This is an interesting tale from an auto-biography that takes place c. 1935, Texas. There are so many narratives and examples from literature that would easily disprove the claim the pit bull advocacy makes that the pit bull has always been a popular dog, treasured by even the best of society as a beloved pet.  

This is a chapter from "A Struggle Through the Twentieth Century" by Jim Holden (1999 Green Street Press, Alexander City, Alabama,  pages 118 -122).       This book, as described in the back of this charming book,  paints vividly, an American life spanning the majority of the 20th century.  This great generation witnessed so many amazing things, and just about every aspect of life has been so transfigured, you may not recognize it.  Or, you will, in this case.....you will meet a crazy fur momma, circa 1935.  

"You know what happened to day, and maybe yesterday.  But do you know what happened 65 or 75 years ago?  Jim Holding takes you on a journey down memory lane, looking through the rear-view window.  He has written about World War II, the Depression, good times and bad times.  Some have been pathetic,some even funny.  He writes only about the things he has seen or witnessed through the twentieth century. 

The book is: 
96% Non-fiction
2% Fiction
2% Other Stuff
With a smidge of hyperbole.

Chapter 49 
My First Blind Date





When I was much younger, I got a lot of "friendly advice" about which girls I should and shouldn't date.  I was never told about the birds and the bees, but my mother had a way of controlling me indirectly by talking to other people in my presence, or "semi-presence."   She wanted me to hear the conversation, but pretended she didn't know I was listening.  She gave me such high reputation that I couldn't afford not to live up to it.  She even had me believing it. 

We had a neighbor named Elsie, who was a few years older than I.  She was the type of girl who smoked cigarettes and drank homebrew, the kind of girl the mothers in the neighborhood called
"fast."  She already had a boyfriend --in fact, she had several boyfriends--and I wasn't one of them.


She thought I was too young to be dating.  However, she did have a friend who would like to meet me.  When I asked questions about the girl, I never got straight answers. 

     "How old is she?"  I asked her, "

     Elsie assured me.  "Oh, I don't know exactly, she might be a little older than you, but you
     will like  her, I'm sure."
   
      "Well, how tall is she?"
    
     "I really don't know, but you will like her, just wait till you meet her,"  Elsie assured me.
   
      "Is she slim or heavy?"
   
      "She is sort of full-figured."
    
      "What's her name?"
    
      "Her name is Hattie, and she saw you somewhere, and she really likes you.  She is a lot of fun,
      especially after she's had a few drinks."

That should have raised a red flag.  I think Elsie was trying to get rid of me. 

     "Anyway," Elsie said, "I've already made a date for you for tomorrow night at eight o' clock. 
      She will be expecting you." 

She made it sound like a draft notice or a subpoena -- an order that you don't ignore.
I was always taught that you are supposed to listen and obey any order that comes down from anyone who is older or superior in any way.  Elsie was a few years older than I, and I was inferior to her in the "pecking" order.

I was ambivalent about the "order" from Elsie, but I didn't want to disappoint anyone, so I decided to go.  I had only one day to get ready.  The first thing I did was take my new suit and have it pressed.  Then I had to wash, starch and iron my shirt.  I bought a can of shoe polish and shined my shoes until I could have used them for a mirror to shave by.  I bought a new bottle of hair oil -- the very best.  That set me back another twenty-nine cents. 

I didn't sleep much the night before the big event.  I was anxious and curious. At eight 'clock on that hot steamy August night, I arrived at Hattie's house.  It was small with weeds growing all around it.  I had to wait a few minutes in the dusk until exactly eight.  I took a deep breath and knocked on the door.  The first thing I heard was a dog.  The whole house shook and I thought the door would break open any minute.  I heard the rattle of chains being taken off the door and a voice said, "Now you be quiet, Baby." 

I've always been scared to death of dogs.  I'd been bitten twice by rabid dogs and had to take the Pasteur shots in the belly one time.





When Hattie finally got the door open, the first thing I saw was the most vicious dog I'd ever seen.  He must have been a combination of a Pit Bull and a Doberman.  He was black with mean eyes that shone like diamonds, and a mouthful of teeth that he bared when he looked at me.

When I looked up at Hattie, I realized why Elsie was hesitant to give me a description of her.  She was obviously much older than I.  Elsie did tell me she was full figured, but if I had to describe her, I would have used a three-letter f-word, instead of "full figured."  She was heavy enough to play tackle for the Green Bay Packers.  Her hair was straight.  She was slovenly dressed and a front tooth was missing.  Other than that, she looked pretty good to me at the time.

She said, "Elsie told me all about you, but I didn't think you would come."  She pointed to the couch and said, "Sit down."  Then she went into the kitchen.

I sat down on the end of the short divan or loveseat --WOW--a broken spring.  I moved a little to the left and toward the middle of the seat.

Hattie returned form the kitchen, with a six-pack of beer in her hand.  Baby followed her.
      She said,   "Elsie told me you don't drink, so I won't offer you a beer."

She plopped down on the other end of the loveseat, and the dog jumped up on the couch between us, I was forced to move back to my end of the couch, and sit on that broken spring that gouged my gluteus maximus.  I asked Hattie if we could possible get the dog off the couch.

     "Baby," she said, "Why don't you get off the couch?"  baby growled, showed his teeth, and stayed on the couch.

A little while later, I tried again to have the dog removed.  Every time I said "dog," he growled and stayed put.  I don't think he liked being called a "dog."

Hattie said, "Yeah, he's the boss around here."  She opened a bottle of beer and began what would become a four-hour monologue.  She rambled on and on, not making much sense.  After about two hours had passed, I jumped right in with a witty question.  "What's your sign?" But the dog growled me out, and she kept talking.





A small light bulb hung from the ceiling on a chord, and in the corner of the room, a double-barreled shotgun leaned against the wall.  No other furniture was in the room.

With no fan and the windows closed, it must have been ninety degrees.  My hair oil was running down into my ears and the perspiration had soaked through my coat.  The dog had his rear end toward Hattie and  the saliva dripped off the end of his tongue onto my left knee and thigh.  I could feel his hot breath in my left ear.  It smelled like something he dug up from the backyard and eaten it.  He needed Scope.

I could look to the right at a blank wall, or I could look straight ahead at a blank wall.  If I looked to the left, toward Hattie, I looked down the dog's throat.  When I looked straight ahead and rolled my eyeballs to the left, if my "eyeballs clicked," the dog growled.  When I managed to sneak a peak, I saw Hattie's bare feet flat on the slab floor bordering the six-pack, which was slowly emptying.

Hattie told me, among other things, that she was married once, but her husband was no damn good and she had to get rid of him.  I didn't dare ask how she had to get rid of him.  She told me the kind of wedding she wanted for her next marriage.  I don't know why she was telling me all about her personal life.  I tried to keep count of the bottles of beer she had drunk and wondered when she would have to go to the bathroom.  She never did.

About midnight, I got up enough courage to say, I think it's time for me to go home.
  
     "Do you have to go now?" she asked.
     "I have to get up early tomorrow for Sunday School, " I said.
     "Tomorrow is Saturday," she told me.

She was right!  When I finally managed to get on my feet to leave, I could see why Hattie didn't have to go to the bathroom after drinking six bottles of beer. It had come out through the pores of her skin.  Her clothes were wet and her straight hair was dripping.

I hadn't seen her face for four hours, but she belched, and looked down at me.  "What did you say your name was?"

I knew I had made a big hit with her--a lasting impression. As I maneuvered toward the door, the dog was still between us, but he was wagging his tail.  I, too, was happy to be leaving.   So, while the dog wagged his tail, I was wagging my tail right out the front door into the dark steamy night.  I felt like a bird just released from a cage.  I wanted to fly.

The next day, at work, I wanted to tell the other guys about a "hot date" I had last night, but I didn't dare. 

A few weeks later, I overheard a conversation about Hattie and learned that she did, indeed, shoot her husband, and spent time in prison and later in a mental institution.  Whether she killed him or not, I never found  out.  I was afraid to ask any questions.  And I certainly didn't mention anything about my date to Elsie.  I was afraid she'd set me up with another one of her friends.

Monday, October 14, 2013

Vanitas vanitatum omnia vanitas


Job 15:31 Let not him that is deceived trust in vanity:
for vanity shall be his recompense..


Pit bulls are reflections of their owner's vanity.

Status symbols.
 

Dogmen, who create monsters in the desire
to own and create the best fighting dogs.
Bloodlines which will forever trace to their names

In the pits, seeking legend and vanity
Shedding blood in the name of immortality.





The thugs who seek to intimidate,
using a dog as a symbol of the power of violence.
A weapon for the sadist. 


 

The fragile egos who need to compensate. 
Dogs as living cod-pieces.
Totems of mojo and rebellion
Mascots of the anti-social. 




 

The advocate who claims to rehabilitate,
Who re-Christen the fighting dog as an emblem

of second chances, rescue, and redemption,

but in reality redistributes cruelty and mayhem

  All in the guise of  good intention.
 



In the arts, vanitas is a type of symbolic work of art especially associated with still
 life painting in Flanders and the Netherlands in the 16th and 17th centuries, though also 
common in other places and periods. The Latin word means "vanity" and loosely translated corresponds to the meaninglessness of earthly life and the transient nature of all earthly
 goods and pursuits. Ecclesiastes 1:2;12:8 from the Bible is often quoted in conjunction 
with this term. The Vulgate (Latin translation of the Bible) renders the verse as  
Vanitas vanitatum omnia vanitas.[Eccl. 1:2;12:8] 

The verse is translated as Vanity of vanities; all is vanity by the 
King James Version of the Bible. Vanity is used here in its older (especially pre-14th century)
 sense of "futility". 

 Utterly meaningless! Everything is meaningless is the rendering by
 The New International Version of the Bible.

Monday, October 7, 2013

Pit Bull Awareness





By amending our mistakes, we get wisdom.
By defending our faults, we betray an unsound mind.
"The Sutra of Hui Neng"


What is the essence of advocating for *awareness?

Is it telling the truth, the real history, or should it consist of half-truths, or making up dangerous fairy-tales?  What best serves pit bulls and people who desire to be good stewards for their dogs?

Pit Bulls were once called "Nanny Dogs".
Pit Bulls have better temperaments than most breeds of dogs. 
Temperaments for what, exactly?

Pit bulls are the only breed of dog selected for non-human aggression.  
All the man-biters were culled.

Is it advocacy to resort to the ridiculous? 
Lightning, bath-slippers, and coconuts kill more.

It's impossible to identify a pit bull.


There is no such thing as a pit bull.



Is it advocacy when you have to find another name that for which you advocate?
Pibbles, Pitty, Staffie or St. Francis Terriers......

or just call it a "Lab-mix", a mutt from the pound. 


Is it advocacy when you have to call your opposition names like racists, Hitler, and Haters?

 Some of them were once in your shoes.  
Their pit bull whispered to them by shedding blood and shattering bones.





Is it advocacy when you blame the media for reporting another attack? 
Doesn't the same media you blame also report incidents of hero pit bulls,
and feature them on "adoptable pet of the day" segments?
 How many pit-bull shows do we need on the Cable networks? 


Is it advocacy, when you blame victims for their own attack, 
when you search high and low for scapegoats,
and the answer is simple:
D.N.A..

Is it advocacy, when that being for which you give so much time, money, and effort to....
rehabilitate an image,
doesn't care because it's just a dog.

Just a dangerous dog.


 Is it advocacy to condemn those who created the beast in the first place, 
and then to peddle their unwanted wares by appealing to others 
to their good intentions and idealistic values:
 Rescue, rehabilitation, redemption, second chances, eradicating stereotypes, and philanthropy. 
You make it easier to hide their evil deeds. 


The pit bulls are spreading their awareness in their own way.
They are being...the truth of their essence is radiating forth.
They are educating us in their ways, and you don't see it. 
You refuse to look.
You refuse to listen.
How much more death and misery will it take until you "advocates" get it?

What is it called again, when you do the same thing over and over and over again,
and you still get the same results?
  Or worse. 
 Is it advocacy?

Is it awareness?

Or is it insanity?


May all beings be well and happy,
May all beings be free from strife.

I wish that for the pit bulls too.

गते गते पारगते पारसंगते बोधि स्वाहा


There are over ten million hits for the Google search "Pit Bull Awareness". 

Friday, September 20, 2013

Walking on Water



Of course, pit bull owners everywhere seem to think that their dogs walk on water, but when contemplating the connection of water and pit bulls, I think of garden hoses.  They are supposed to be something one can turn to break up a fight, but alas, it does not always work.  There is even a case where a garden hose shoved directly down the gullet of an attacking pit bull didn't let go.  She, and her unborn puppies, have since gathered by the river, where bright angel feet have trod

R.I.P.  Puddles the pibble.

Saturday, July 20, 2013

I Believe in Pit Bulls


 Zealotry Artifact


There is no such thing as pit bulls, but I believe in them.

I've seen them with my own eyes.

I don't believe that little bloody movie will ever go away,
It plays over and over again,
Of the day the pit bull like beast broke through my wrought iron gate,
Who would have Believed it!

I believe that they are dangerous, that they should be regulated
So that idiots like this don't own them.
I believe that the well meaning like these,
are the absolute worse enemies of the pit bulls.

I also believe this is evidence of a leash law violation. 

I believe that those retractable leashes are a very bad idea, in any case.








Thursday, May 2, 2013

It's Witchcraft!





 


Once upon a time, back in the days when everyone wanted to ban Doberman Pincers.......

Oh wait, this isn't a fairy tale.  It's a true story!
October 31, 1982 (The Tuscaloosa News) 


Not coven of witches in custody fight....
Pit bulldogs convinced judge

Los Angeles Times

Los Angeles - It was not the coven of 13 lesbian witches that bothered the commissioner.  Or the books on witches and the preparation of "psychedelic mushrooms."  Or the  "mummified human" called the "Indian lady."  Or the wall-sized tapestry of the Medusa-headed "lizard lady" or even the five-pointed star called a witch's pantagram (pentagram).

It was the five pit bulldogs that convinced Los Angeles Superior Court Commissioner Robert a. Schnider Friday to grant temporary  custody of a 2-year-old Purdy Tran to her Vietnamese father, Tuan a. Tran, 37, a professor of anatomy. 

The little girl has been living with her mother, Laura Tran, 26, a chiropractor and several other women in a 5,839 square-foot mansion shrouded by weeds and plants six feet high in nearby Altadena, since Friday, Aug. 13. 

Henry James Moehler IV, a lawyer for United Fathers of America Inc. who specializes in father's custody claims, sought the temporary custody for the father who feared the child was in danger. Koehler said Schnider,  who considered his temporary order in a short closed-door session, was reluctant to "judge anyone's lifestyle" in such a hasty court proceeding, and based his ruling solely on the presence of the dogs.

Mrs. Tran, who sued her husband for divorce last Aug. 5 acting as her own attorney, did not appear in court to contest the action.  A full court hearing on the custody matter will be conducted in about three weeks.

"I'm delighted, "Koehler said.  "He (Schnider) made his decision on the imminent danger to the child and not on somebody's lifestyle.  That is absolutely correct.  A very thorough piece of work that he did here." 

These days of course, it's a new lifestyle to impose imminent danger to children,  and it's the rage!

Tran declined to talk with reporters.

Among six sworn declarations presented to Schnider detailing the child's forced lifestyle was one by Los Angeles Sheriff's Lt. Daniel Burt, an expert on dog-fighting investigations, who said a pit bulldog could be provoked to attack by a child's "normal squealing or screaming." 

Once attacked, he said, a small child would normally thrash about, driving the dog "into a frenzy almost like that of a feeding shark." 

"Due to my years of contact with and study of the pit bull,"  Burt stated, "I can say, without qualification, that I would not permit a child to be in the presence of or in contact with the dog without immediate and constant adult supervision." 

Declare that today, and you will be called a HATER or a NAZI!

Investigators and friends reported that the Altadena mansion was guarded by one pit bulldog, Tantra (a Hindu name supposedly emphasizing female sexual power), inside the house, and four others in the backyard.


I wonder what a pit bull named Tantra could possibly symbolize for a bunch of lesbian witches....
not that there is anything wrong with that.....

"The court finds that living in a residence containing pit bulldogs poses a significant danger to the minor child, " Schnider wrote in his brief order, "And expressly bases its order on that finding and not on the various other allegations...." 

But it was expressly those allegations that conjured up visions of Halloween.  A babystiter and two famliy friends - all women -provided the sworn descriptions of the mummy, tapestry, pantagram (a star-like figure used by witches), fearful paintings and books on witchcraft and mushrooms they saw in the house.

Stephen C. Wood, a private detective hired by Tran and Koehler to investigate the child's habitat, stated in court documents that witches normally have "satanic servants" such as the dogs to guard secret areas.  He said his research also showed that Satan tries to reclaim the earth every 28th year, that 1982 is a 28th year of the repeating cycle and that Sunday, Halloween, is the date when Satan's powers are strongest. 

And Lo and Behold, it seems that these furry "satanic servants" have come to power, and as of 2010, they are taking over the earth.

"There are references," Wood stated, "to witches sacrificing children during their ceremonies."


I'm going to get you my little pretties,
And your little dog too!



Since then, many children, postal workers, little old ladies walking down the street, well meaning bleeding heart types who missed their chance to march for civil rights, little yappy dogs, cats, horses, sheep, marine mammals, and yes, even goats, who used to be the symbol of Satan himself...have been sacrificed to the Nanny Dog.  According to this, the next cycle will end in 2038.

 In the end, very happy to report, likely due to the wisdom of the judge listening to the advice of Lt. Daniel Burt, little Purdy grew up and became a strong,  beautiful, altruistic feminist. She was crowned the 80th Rose Queen of Pasadena.  As far as we know, she is living happily ever after, and resides in a city where pit bulls are banned. 




Many thanks to VINTAGE, this little blip on the tedious seemingly never-ending-miles-long-list-of- -child-sacrifice- to-the-Nanny Dog, lives reduced to centimeters of text by pit bulls.  This one stood out like a sore thumb, and deserved to be given its own shrine and alter at the First Church of Pit Bulls.

To all of those souls reduced to  a few lines of text, who are now memory and star dust, we will not forget you.  Almost every day it seems, a new name is added to the list.  We will tell your stories.  Maybe one day, the world will listen and learn the lesson.  

Tuesday, April 30, 2013

Prayers for Pit Bulls



 Pit Bulls inspire prayer.  I know, when I see one, I pray to the Lord God Jehovah to protect me, but just in case, there's pepper spray and a knife.

On the other side, pit bull enthusiasts are praying that we don't judge their dogs, and that we would be nice and open our hearts.  They don't get the fact, that we are tired of their dogs opening hearts in the way of opening veins for extreme blood lettings. 


Courage, Love, and Try....is that what it's called?



This one inspired a spoof!

There are no prayers offered to inspire pit bull owners everywhere to be responsible, to build better fences, to keep them away from children, to not run away when their dog mauls.

There are no prayers for the pit bull advocacy to stop lying.
If pit bull enthusiasts were really truthful, their prayers would go more like this:

"Dear God, save my pit from city Hall!
I can only love dogs with a talent to maul!
My tattoos aren't enough to shout to the World to FU!
'Though I got me a record, I need a pit  too.
I ain't got no insurance, and the fence ain't what it aught,
I just pray should my dog go all pit,
that I won't ever be caught!


Luna the Praying Pit bull.  She's kind of a dud, but at least at this point, she's praying and not preying.
Protect me from my pit bull, or I don't like my freckles and I have issues 'bout that.......


Sucipe!

One last prayer.
Thank you Father - Mother God

For setting my spirit free

Now my eyes are closed

But one day I will see
My earthly Mother nourishes usWith food and with love

We know we are blessed

By a graceful God above
I love my brothers and my sisters

We are a happy pack

We hope we get a happy home

As we know we won't be back
We pray for one who will love usAs we have so much love to give
We hope some of us will stay togetherAnd all will stay in touch

The peace we feel from our Mother

We love so very much
Then one by one we're taken

Away from the pack

Now my time has come

And there's no looking back
I must be brave and happyCause that's what I want to be

Hopeful that where I'm going

There's another family
This is the day I was waiting forWhen I was set free from God

But now I'm tied up all alone

In some place called a yard
I miss my Mom and hunger

For her love and for her food

But I must go on without her

Just sit here and be good
Then one day I'm takenTo meet some other dogs
Tho' they're all Pit Bulls

They're not from my pack

I wanted to be friends

But they just wanted to attack
They were Bully dogs

Bred to fight

And fighting's what they do

I couldn't let them feel my fright

Now I'm a Bully too
You took me to that wild packFor the sake of some sick thrill

I pray to God I won't go back

To the dogs you want me to kill


If you would look into my eyes
You would see yourself in me

But you can't hear my silent cries

Of longing to be free
Still I will love and protect you

No matter what you do
The time has come to fight againAnd I must go into the ring
My heart is pounding like a drumI pray this fight will end
When you look into my eyesYou will see I'm the same as you

For until my Angel hears my cries

I'm a Bully too.

 God Created E-Coli and fleas too.