Whilst searching for your new dog you will probably notice that 90% of dogs up for rehoming are Staffordshire Bull Terriers. Please do not be put off by this statistic. Staffies are wonderful pets and rank highly among the top dogs with children. They have ended up in rescue mainly because of unscrupulous breeders simply overbreeding them for money and then rehoming them, often to the wrong people. All this has inevitably led to a bad media image. Yet Staffies are very sensitive animals who suffer tremendous stress in kennels - when they are lucky enough to make it there! 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 of most other breeds and helping rescue shelters to keep up the good work!

Just a Staffy 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.

By Trudie James of Doris Banham Dog Rescue