“With Liberty and Justice for All” *Does not include Pit Bulls, Pit Bull Mixes, or anything that can be misidentifies as Pit Bull types.

This journal is being made to address the specific issue of Pit Bull fighting, abuse, and unjust punishment/execution. I’m sorry this journal is so long and there is no way for me to make it any shorter. You do not have to read this, I just felt the need to speak my mind on the topic.

I have stood aside for too long in the fight against the unjust ban against Pit Bulls. In reality, any dog can be trained to be vicious, so why are the Pit Bulls and Rottweiler taking all the blame? Simple, it is much easier to blame the breed that can’t defend itself than the owner that is the real culprit, the owner that trained the animal to act the way it does.

The media and the government have steadily fed us this “bull” for as long as I can remember. This is a form of discrimination, and I know that people hate to be profiled, so do you think that these poor dogs being taken away from their loving homes and being executed just for being alive feel any different?

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Scapegoats are a mother.

My Pits Are my babies and my best friends and I love them dearly, yet I have to hear hate speeches from people who have never taken the time to get to know one.

These poor animals need our help and support, and I will defend to the death and take pride in the fact that I am one more person joining in the battle against the unfair punishment of these wonderful dogs.

Vote NO on SB 861

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Crucify Me

Fight me, deny me, and crucify me,

My sins are yours, they're not mine.

You make me what I am, evil at your command.

You send me to meet my challenger, whatever it may be.

I risk my life to line your pockets for nothing but pain and agony.



Three feet of chain with nowhere to go, there's not much here to see.

No time to play, its work, work, work, that's how life is for me.

Run the treadmill. Pull the blocks and hang there from the tree.

If my ribs feel a little thick, then not much food for me.



I'm in tip top shape, a muscle bound freak, with all the attitude I need.

I've got gameness several generations back. You should see my pedigree!

Pump me up! Hype me up! Throw me some bait! How about that young pup?

Watch me rip his eyeballs out; I need the taste of blood.



I've been hit. I've been beat. I've been left to die in the ring.

I've been sewed up! I've been ripped open and I've had several bones
broken!

I've scratched when I couldn't stand and I've stood up when I
couldn't scratch!

I've killed a few dogs and I've nearly died when I've met my
match!



Fight me, deny me, and crucify me,

My sins are yours, they're not mine.

You make me what I am, evil at your command.

You send me to meet my challenger, whatever it may be.

I risk my life to line your pockets for nothing but pain and agony.



You find amusement at my torn, hanging skin

and just when my body heals, you make me do it again.

Why couldn't I have been a happy dog with a master who shared some love?

Not some twisted psychopath, who owes his life to drugs.



I do this evil to earn my keep. Somehow, I must be fed.

The men in suits, they point at me and say they want me dead.

Even the lucky ones in happy homes who have never felt my pain,

must face the executioners because they bear my name.



Fight me, deny me, and crucify me,

My sins are yours, they're not mine.

You make me what I am, evil at your command.

You send me to meet my challenger, whatever it may be.

I risk my life to line your pockets for nothing but pain and agony.



I've grown too old now to fight in your ring

You've left me no chance, to ever be free

I lay in the darkness, no one at my side

my last fight I lost, my eyes no longer can see

this is what you have done, do you not feel shame?

I can no longer walk, run or play

you have a new puppy now, the one to take my place

the cold and darkness closing now, you have nothing to say?



I lay here in pain and my own blood

I still believe that you love me and I try to stay awake

But you kick me and wish me dead then tell them to tie the bag

The darkness is here now; I hope they catch you, for the new puppy's sake



Fight me, deny me, and crucify me,

My sins are yours, they're not mine.

You make me what I am, evil at your command.

You send me to meet my challenger, whatever it may be.

I risk my life to line your pockets for nothing but pain and agony.

Alan W Joslin

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I Didn’t Want To



I didn’t want to be this way,

I didn’t want to go away.

I didn’t want to bite or scratch,

I only wanted to play catch.

As hard as I tried to be nice.

You would hit me more then twice.

You didn’t want me to be kind,

You wanted people to fear and mind.

You forced me to attack and kill,

You finally broke my will.

All I wanted was to please,

All I got was teased.

Daily beatings was the norm,

Until I finally did conform.

You forced me to fight and mame

All I felt was shame.

You didn’t care about the blood,

That it oozed out like a flood.

You left me behind because I didn’t win,

To animal lovers that’s a sin.

Someone was kind but I was scared,

I wouldn’t let them near because I feared.

My body bloody and full of scars,

I almost welcome being hit by cars.

I was shot by a man with a gun

Because I was on the run.

They saw what kind I was,

But never saw how kind I was.

All they knew was that I had killed,

Just doing what my owner had willed.

So from my start I was condemned

All because I wasn’t properly homed.

by: Gail Gallant


In honor of abused and tortured dogs these poems were written. This animal was fought and left for dead, just for the “love of sport” please be part of the solution and help stop this senseless torture.

*NOTE: As everyone is entitled to their own opinion, I have stated mine, I have owned my dear Ziggy and Lyla for seven and two years respectively, they are pure bred Pit Bulls and two of the best dogs I have ever had the privilege of owning. So before you say I don’t know what I’m talking about, think about this, your dog or pet could be next. (pictures of my doge will come soon, But only in DA. Proper credit has been given to the authors of the poems and other info either by name or through web links.)