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Showing posts with label Staffordshire Terrier. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Staffordshire Terrier. Show all posts

Friday, January 2, 2015

We're Not Bad Dogs...

Bonnie wanted me to let y'all know she's through the trauma of having her puppy factory removed. We did not want to bring more misunderstood dogs into this world especially when a name can generate such fear and hate.  We know it's not true and not just because of Bonnie.  We have owned many American Pit Bulls in our married life.  Not one bad dog in the bunch!
Bonnie always goes next door to check on Marcy as part of her morning rounds.  She really likes Marcy but I suspect it may have a little to do with checking the cat food supply.
She has such a soulful look you can't refuse her snacks.
If you have none, she will find her own.
She loves when Jake comes,
is very gentle with Zander
and hogs the bed with Andrew.
She wants to play with the cats so badly. They don't like to play. They line up and just stare at her. I'm not sure who is more intimidated but they do tolerate each other.
One more poor pitiful starving look in Marcy's door before Bonnie returns home again.
I suspect with her eighty-three pound weigh in she's not starving.

There are no bad dogs just uneducated owners.  Pit Bull Power!!!  May the breed survive.
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