Staffy

Staffy
Staffy with an intense stare giving it a serious look as if you owe it money. It is common knowledge in Great Britain that the British Bulldog and Staffordshire Terrier bred the infamous canine. At that time, many experiments went on with dogs mating different breeds hoping their pups would have that extra ability as a fighting-dog. To breeders of dogs it was the Staffordshire Bull Terrier to trainers of fighting-dogs Pit Bull. They are two dimensions in height eighteen-inches and twenty-four inches from paw to bullhead.

Staffordshire Terrier also known as Black and Tan Terrier crossed with the British Bulldog and was developed as a fighting-dog, it carried the same name Staffordshire as the breed was bred in the black country of Staffordshire and northern parts of Birmingham.  Unlike other breeds Staffordshire Bull Terrier (nickname Staffy) is shown in a broad leather collar fitted with brass studs.  
     I am what I am of a bye-gone-age the most ferocious breed of fast-fighting-dogs ever seen. 



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Fighting-dogs always meant more to Tom Mitchell than people.


Never before has there been a book length story (fiction based on facts) about the infamous breed's history, bred to be bad as a fighting-dog that was at the mercy of man's wicked way, one of a kind story of this century.
They believed this was the way for animals to be sacrificed
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His eyes rested on his faithful shadow, a British Bulldog called Fury, eighteen month’s old, twenty-inches in height stretching its muscular body. That is etched with scars and nicks resulting from professional dog fighting and rat-catching.  Bulldog rubbed against thy master’s legs.  He got down on one knee cuddled it hard, pouring his heart out to it, kissing repeatedly the animal’s bullhead, and stroking its muscle body with respect.  It barked growled licking his face and hands happy just to be beside him.  They had a special friendship.  Fury was a major player in his life.  To look at a fighting-dog observers can only admire it.  It would not break hearts.


Hard as they were the men feared the rat, however.  This battle-scarred fighting-dog with lockjaws is feared the most, which it likes to kill, which it enjoys the kill, which it lives for the kill, and it's bulldozing towards them.  Those knew not to stroke it, and those knew not to feed it, and those knew.  It can’t distinguish between a “hand-out and a hand.”  Mitchell had warned them many times, and they knew Mitchell’s motto.  Touch not the fighting-dog without a glove.  Its reputation as a vicious killer scattered the miners like cats.  





In that bye-gone-age dogs that are born were rough tough to survive their natural environment.

Prologue





Prologue: A note of concern, Staffordshire Bull Terrier the original fighting-dog at the mercy of man’s wicked way.  It was renamed Pit Bull in my story, an age when people were harder than hard and, life’s dirt is on everyone.
Book 1
ISBN 9780615393377

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TERROR PIT BULLS born into a world of violence
TITLE
“BRED TO BE BAD”
Touch not the fighting-dog without a glove

Bloodthirsty in-your-face action set amongst Glasgow's aging stone buildings, at the time of fighting-dogs and rat baiting pits that was legal, to escape from boring jobs and boring lives.  Aristocrats, commoners, rich and poor, in need to be entertained, a great many bloodthirsty-fans followed dog fighting, a popular blood-curdling sport.  That provided highs of thrill chills, which came with attitude.  Animals are ten a penny.  There’s always one ready to replace it.  They believed this was the way for animals to be sacrificed.  Conditioned by their environment to shut it out.       
     Victorian Britain is full of shady characters that are hard, rough, tough, and there were less and less nice people.  Kindness with goodness stay in deep shadows.  That portrayed villains good and bad with evil intentions, while others that are appreciated sold life dirt-cheap.  A dark dark side of Great Britain’s long history that you can’t keep in the dark, so many dark deeds had been committed.
I’ve simplified it for easy reading—to entertain.  Historical fiction (word count 154, 000)
John Duncan              Synopsis

Tom Mitchell protagonist, a die-hard fan of professional dog fighting, who has a gift of doing things the right way, was born into a world of violence at the time of Queen Victoria.  The period during which he grew into adulthood, when dog fighting and rat baiting pits were legal.  The violence was all around him that rooted deep in his heart; he has a dark-side with a delicious black-mind that’s unearthly.  Fighting-dogs always meant more to him than people.  So strong is his passion to have the most ferocious breed of fast-fighting-dogs ever seen, this would be a crown on his head.  He commits to a great power-Satan thy master of all is everything that is evil sees the claiming of a true disciple, who had the will to call it from hell.
Satan with amused curiosity by something that is different; it fated Mitchell’s British Bulldog called Fury to mate with Staffordshire Terrier called Ratter.  Their pups when born are Satan’s chosen ones with an eternal life, never to grow old as young resilient fighting-dogs.  Its demonic forces are mastering destinies flesh ripping, bone crunching fate, in the shape of the most ferocious breed of fast-fighting-dogs ever seen. That puts Tom master of the Pit Bulls on a bloodcurdling path of wealth, death, and deceit.  To battle against man or beast that would challenge it--inside or outside the pit.  Driven by thrills chills Mitchell would never change his wicked way, not—for—anyone. 
CONTENTS BOOK 1
Chapter 1.  Satan Appears
Chapter 2.  The Kingdom of Rats
Chapter 3.  The Encounter
Chapter 4.  Lordly Brothers
Chapter 5.  A Grudge Fight
Chapter 6.  Satan Reappears
Chapter 7.  Fury Mates With Ratter
Chapter 8.  Birth of the Pit Bull Pups  (Thee Chosen Ones)
Chapter 9.  Broken Hearts
Chapter10.  Fighting-Dogs From Hell
Chapter 11.  Life Hath No Value
Chapter 12.  Revenge (An eye for an Eye)
Chapter 13.  The Contract

Chapter 14.  The Challenge

Chapter 15.  Great House             

Chapter 16.  Unusual Conflict

Chapter 17.  Thee Assassin

Chapter 18.  Death In All Its Glory

Chapter 19.  Susan Anna Sinclair

Chapter 20.  Work House

Chapter 21.  The Rat Catcher
Chapter 22.  New Partners
Chapter 23.  A Raging Beast
Chapter 24.  Wedding Bells
Chapter 25.  Angry Mob          
Chapter 26.  Another Failure
Chapter 27.  The Akita     
Chapter 28.  Police Questions
Chapter 29.  A sudden Fright
Chapter 30.  Death Strikes Twice
Chapter 31.  The Funeral
Chapter 32.  My Vengeance Is Now


This world is not a nice place, a matter of fact it’s a wicked place, people against people animals against animals, it will never change.

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If the sky was paper and, the oceans were ink and, all the trees were pens.  There would not be enough paper or ink or pens to write about the pain and suffering this violent world inflicts upon us. 

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"Rats, Rats, and Rats with Long Wormy Tails"

Book 2 is now complete in sequence to book 1. I am working on book 3 in sequence to book 2.

Prologue: A note of concern, Staffordshire Bull Terrier the original fighting-dog at the mercy of man’s wicked way.  It was renamed Pit Bull in my story, an age when people were harder than hard and, life’s dirt is on everyone.


I'm pleased to say. Book 2. in sequence to Book 1. is coming soon. 
The power of one rat
An Air India flight from the city of Amristar to London had to be delayed by several hours after passengers noticed a rat on board.  Everyone was petrified; mechanically feet came off the floor, and swiftly knees tucked under chin.  Women in fear clutched babies tight tight against breasts waiting to get off the plane.  While others with their heart thump thumping searched for. . . eeeh . . . a long wormy tail.  "I say, old boy.  Lucky for them it wasn't a rat pack."
Reported by (British tabloid) Daily Mail on October 5th 2009.













"My good fellow, them wee-beasties have no boundaries."


A rat has nibbled its way through more than a million in Indian rupees after getting into an ATM machine.

The rodent entered the cash terminal in northeastern India through a small hole meant for cables, police superintendent Mugdha Jyoti Mahanta said.
The machine, in the town of Tinsukia, broke down on 20 May, but technicians did not arrive to fix it until 11 June.
When they opened it up, they found the dead rat and notes worth almost 1.3 million rupees (£14,000) chewed to shreds inside.
The notes were in 500 rupee and 2,000 rupee denominations.
               Reported by Sky News on 22nd June 2018

Book 2 teaser
TERROR PIT BULLS born into a world of violence

TOUCH NOT THE FIGHTING-DOG WITHOUT A GLOVE

TITLE

“RATS, RATS, AND RATS WITH LONG WORMY TAILS”

CONTENTS BOOK 2.
Chapter 1. The Kingdom of Rats
Chapter 2.  Inspector Marshall’s Urgent Visit
Chapter 3. The Stable Station
Chapter 4. Coal Trail Lodge
Chapter 5. Day 1 Creepy, Dark Tunnels
Chapter 6. A Death Threat
Chapter 7. Day 2 Creepy, Dark Tunnels
Chapter 8.  A Sad Reunion
Chapter 9. The Smell of Death
Chapter 10. Up In Flames
Chapter 11. The House Servant
Chapter 12. The Bank Manager
Chapter 13. Horace Grimpole (His Lairdship)
Chapter 14. Life or Death
Chapter 15. A Setback
Chapter 16. A Woman’s Brew
Chapter 17. A Police Matter
Chapter 18. Julian Archibald Investigated
Chapter 19. The Auld Kirk
Chapter 20. Sour Relations
Chapter 21. Complete Wash Out
Chapter 22. The Appointment
Chapter 23. Senseless Murder
Chapter 24. The Evidence
Chapter 25. Miyoko Is Missing
Chapter 26. An eyewitness
Chapter 27. A Sinful Past
Chapter 28. The Worst Has Happened
Chapter 29. Death of A Beast
Chapter 30. Sergeant Gross Is Suspicious
Chapter 31. Bad To Worse
Chapter 32. Strike Those Down
Chapter 33. Mess With My Head
Chapter 34. I Confess
Chapter 35. A Day Out
Chapter 36. Someone from the Past
Chapter 37. Great House

Rats in great numbers gushed out of black holes screeching squeaking squealing with the strongest in front, First comes dines First on their favorite food, a delicacy of delicious human flesh.  Pouring across the landscape like floods of muddy water to attack those cripple bodies.  Soon poisonous, needle pointed teeth will strip teenage bodies to the last delicious morsel of flesh, eating as if every. Delicious mouthfuls were the last, and then devour.  Their skeleton to the last delicious crumb of bone.  And them wee-beasties tongue will pass across ground that streaks delicious blood, licking it dry leaving, no trace the unfortunate teenagers never existed. Only, their blood stain clothes remain, clothes aren't on the rats menu.

                                              Synopsis

Satan spirals upwards at alarming speed making terrible sounds rising through the ground, and hovering over Tom Mitchell who is a true disciple.  He has proven his loyalty to thee occult in thee highest order.  But Satan is everything that is evil does not make things easy, it never has and it never will.  Not even for its true disciple, because.  The Devil’s weird ways of burning sensation is to horrify and terrify others to death.  Thy master of all is a violent-seeker; always searching for thrills chills of dangerous encounters with deadly struggles.
     Satan’s evil gateway of wealth, death, and destruction, is for thee selected few in the highest order.  Only the strong shall succeed in Satan’s world.  They without question have committed wholly to thee spirit of evil.  Satan revealed itself to thy one He liked best of true disciples, Tom Mitchell whom is an aggressive disciple, master of thee chosen ones, which display tremendous battles.  That thoroughly entertains thy master of all. 

Book 2., is from the writer of “BRED TO BE BAD” read it my bloodthirsty dear readers before it's turned into a movie.  Follow my protagonist, Tom Mitchell, who has a dark-side with a delicious black mind that is unearthly.  Fighting-dogs always meant more to him than people.





         
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The history of the world continues to be violent no one can correct it.
The violent world again turns calm no one can respect it.
The violent world again returns no one can prevent it.
The violent world again resumes no one can protect us.
The terrible things God does to us no one is born to be special.



John Duncan.

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Georgia Diebellus Monday 19 Nov 2018



Dog rescued from streets becomes one of UK’s first police Staffies



One of UK’s first ever STAFFORDSHIRE BULL TERRIER dogs has joined the force.



Two-year-old STAFFORDSHIRE BULL TERRIER Cooper, who is specially-trained to find drugs, cash, and firearms, is the first to join Staffordshire Police.



The animal, who lived off the streets as a stray before being rescued by the RSPCA, joined the service earlier this year and has already helped hunt down more than $400, 000 of heroin and cocaine is the first of its breed to join Staffordshire Police.



JD added

Not so long ago, Western Countries wanted to euthanize Staffordshire Bull Terriers for its reputation as a fighting-dog.  The wanna be experts said it has only got the temperament to fight; Staffies cannot be trained for anything else.



That is because of its past in an age-gone-bye the breed was developed as a fighting-dog bred to be bad.  Staffies were at the mercy of man’s wicked way through no fault of its own, a dark dark side of Great Britain’s long history, when dog fighting and rat baiting pit’s was legal.  In God’s mysterious way He produced Staffordshire Bull Terriers a mean fighting machine, and my bloodthirsty delicious dear readers that is well known today.




   



     



"BRED TO BE BAD"

Stocky and sturdy like the rock of Gibraltar

Stocky and sturdy like the rock of Gibraltar
Staffordshire Bull Terrier was built for power; it had small half prick ears their lips show no looseness, bright beady eyes on a bull-face with a serious look, solid jaw structure in a large mouth, which opened from ear to ear showing strong canine, pure white teeth, a large bullhead on a bull-neck with round shoulders, and bull-chested. That’s attached to a muscular frame with a rat like tail no fringes. Strong sturdy paws hold it upright to run faster dig deeper holes. It had to its advantage in combat smooth coat of fur close to the body. That draws tight for protection in a fight difficult for the enemy to grip. And thy master had brainwashed them since pups with the sound of his voice, his scent, his touch, and with one word uttered only by him. “Attack! Attack!” His voice is second nature to them.