This
is my poem, l have been fighting BSL in Queensland for the last 12 months.
This poem is based on my family, and families that have left the state
because of their beloved dogs.
I decided to leave Albury Town , packed up the kids and our dog named Sam.
We are on our way to Queensland bound to start a new life with the kids
and our doggy Sam.
We arrived all excited to our new home on a little town, but not for long
as the Councils came around. He said to me Mrs you have 21 days and your
dog has to leave, if not your dog will be seized. I said to him clarify
this please, "what do you mean my dog will be seized"
He said lady your dogs a pit bull and he is not welcome here, the
Queensland Government has banned them, their dangerous you see. The
children where frightened they called Sam near, they ran out the back and
hid in fear.
Oh please , oh please don't take our doggy away, he has done no wrong he
is a beautiful pit bull can't you see , he plays and loves us
unconditionally. Oh why, oh why, would you do this to us, he is just a dog
and has so much love.
I sat and l cried with the kids, not knowing what to do, no money in our
pockets no where to go.
"l had to think quickly stay strong
for the kids".
Sam is apart of our family and l'll not
give in.
"LIFE IN QUEENSLAND WAS JUST THE PITS"
I tried and l tried to stop this cruel law,
but in the end we where just ignored. The Governments and Councils did not
care. "Get out of our state we don't want your dog here"
Oh please, oh please don't take our doggy
away, he has done no wrong, his a beautiful pit bull cant you see, he
plays and loves us unconditionally.
Oh why , oh why would you do this to us, he
is just a dog and has so much love.
We packed up the car, left our belongings
behind just to save Sam, and keep him alive. We had to go, where run out
of town, all because of breed , they can stick their town.
So back home we headed to Albury Town ,
where we are respected and our beautiful pit bull Sam.
So the moral to this story is don't move to
Queensland, stay where you are, save your pitty's life, from the hands of
this cruel law.
Christina Anderson
Copyright
AN APOLOGY
TO BREED BAN ENTHUSIASTS
By Rob
MacBean
I'm sorry you are frightened of my dogs and
are trying to have them killed because they are pit bulls.
I'm sorry you lack the understanding of this breed's true history,
gentleness with people, wonderful temperament, intelligence and behavioral
conformation. I'm sorry you won't read the ATTS stats regarding our
breed's true temperament, putting it in the top four for temperament,
scoring better
than breeds like Golden Retrievers, and cocker spaniels.
I'm sorry that you side with and protect animal abusers by marking the
breed of dog, and not the irresponsibility of the owner. I'm sorry that by
your logic I could steal a car, run some people over with it and then you
can blame the make of car for the accident, as I walk free.
I'm sorry you generalize one breed of dog with one group of people. I'm
sorry you can't see the love and determination that many often highly
educated, non-criminal and "normal" types of people show towards
this breed and the great personal sacrifices that they make to take care
of their dog
responsibly.
I'm sorry you cannot go into the shelters and see the hundreds of
abandoned and abused pit bulls, dying only for the inane "crime"
of being born the breed they are. I'm sorry you cannot see the look of
disappointment in their eyes as someone walks by their kennel, and refuses
to consider adopting them based on an ill educated fear mongering
reporter. I'm sorry that you cannot
be there when the animal looks at a human for the last time, and in spite
of betrayed by all humans they have met, their tail still wags as someone
approaches with the syringe of Ethanol.
I'm sorry you cannot be there when law enforcement shoots one of your dogs
dead inside it's own home in front of the children it mutually loves for
simply getting off the dog bed and walking over to say hello with it's
tail wagging. I'm sorry you cannot be there to rescue pit bull puppies
from a plastic bag in a dumpster, dumped there by someone switching their
illegal, and inhumane activities to another, more lucrative breed.
I'm sorry you cannot understand the difference between canine and human
aggression, in the way that this breed can. Yes, I'm saying my pit bull is
smarter than you.
I'm sorry that the medieval witch hunting genetics of intolerance,
generalization, and racism make you feel the need to vilify a breed of
dog. I'm sorry that justice, equality, tolerance, common sense are all
things you hold dear as a fellow Australian, and expect from others, but
do not yourself
offer them towards a pit bull or its caregiver. I'm sorry that you don't
take the constructive time to petition changes in the Australian animal
cruelty act, and in the criminal code that would deal out serious
punishment to the real animal abusers.
I'm sorry you cannot see the disappointed look on a puppy's face when the
people petting it quickly frown, and walk away when you tell them it is a
pit bull. I'm sorry you feel the need to terrorize my family and my dogs
for crimes we never have and never will commit. I'm sorry you don't have
to live in fear of your dog's safety from hysterical and mentally unstable
people trying to inflict all manner of evil upon your dogs.
I'm sorry that you cannot see my breed working in some of the best Search
and Rescue groups in the world, saving countless lives each year. I'm
sorry our media censors and refuses to print the breed name "pit
bull' when in connection with a positive act such as saving a person or
child from a burning house, drowning, wild attacking animals, etc. I'm
sorry you cannot see the many pit bulls registered as therapy dogs and
bringing so much joy to another misunderstood, neglected demographic in
our society, the senior citizen.
I am sorry you can't see a pit bull kiss a child, step carefully over a
kitten, or play in a sunbeam. I'm sorry you cannot wake in the morning to
feel a warm pit bull cuddled next to you in bed, and know that you are
their total world, and even if the house caught fire and trapped you, they
would stay with you to the end.
But, now that I really think about it, I'm not at all sorry you don't own
a pit bull--you do not deserve one.
Rob MacBean
the Mongrel Hordes
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