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.
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.

5 comments:

  1. Four star review by goodreads as want to read.

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  2. “You’re right about the world it drowns in hate.”

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  3. 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 violent things God does to us no one is born to be special.

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  4. “Quick Tom it’s happened Ratter’s in heat. For god sakes hurry! She’s going crazy to get outside if we don’t’ hurry. She’ll burst the door open to get what she wants. Fury must be First to mount Ratter. Come on Tom, hurry hurry.”

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"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.