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Bess the 40lb night watchman and her kittie Henry

When I found Bess I had intended to train her and then re-home her. She was listed on several web sites. I have trained and re-homed two pits, a Jack Russel and a puppy mill Yorkie since I found Bess. Bess had been thrown away by some uncaring person and now she has become my guardian. I call her my 40lb night watchman.

Littles was rescued by Shannon and then rescued Shannon in return

Jack was rescued just in the nick of time - You Gotta Love Those Ears

Porter (on the left) and Dena (on the right) :sent in by Amy

Dena: Dena was brought into the shelter that I volunteer at. A dog fighting ring had been busted and Dena and several other dogs were confiscated. She was 9 months old, and weighed almost half of her current body weight. She had been kept on a short chain, outside that first 9 months. She was in medical for a few months before she was able to be adopted. Needless to say, she had no social skills, training or any idea what it was like to live in a stable environment. Despite all of this, Dena has flourished. She has embraced her new life, never looking back, as most Pit Bulls are so good at doing. She is a clown, an athlete and a couch potato all wrapped in a tiny, muscly body. She takes obedience once a week, and is a class favorite. She loves people and most other animals. We always get comments on her tail wagging so hard and so often, it may break off. She has come so far in the short time we have had her. Dena shares a home with our other dog, a Pit Bull/ Lab mix named Porter. He has helped in teaching her basic canine manners. The two of them are like the Odd Couple for dogs. They complete our household. I can't express in words how special they are to us. I have learned to be very thick skinned about the comments that other people make about Dena, simply because of what she is. When you are a Pit Bull owner, this is part of the territory. For every dog owner, a Pit Bull owner must be ten times more responsible. Our dogs are judged every day, it is up to us to disprove the prejudices that irresponsible owners and the media have instilled into people's minds. A Pit Bull is not a dog for everyone. I could not imagine having any other dog though.

Nani and Koa sent in by Lynn

Imagine my surprise when this 65 lb brindled bundle of energy jumped out of the truck at my home. My husband said that my eyes looked like saucers. We took the next several hours socializing her with GSD/Lab/Rottie male, Koa and the 5 housecats that we have. She sure loved everyone but was a tasmanian devil. She was running and pulling on the leash so hard, I was sure I'd slipped a disk in my back.

I then literally attached her to my waist with a leash and sat down at the computer to research Amstaffs and pitbulls in general. I came across all the horror stories but also many great websites and groups that gave me the info I was seeking. The rest of the weekend is a whirlwind. She was bouncing off the walls and did in fact jump on a counter and quickly devour half of a lasagna I was preparing. However, I'd never come across a dog with such sound temperament and loving nature.

When Monday morning rolled around, my husband was getting ready for work and came out hauling her crate. I said, "What are you doing with that?" He replied that I looked exhausted and he knew I was anxious for the then Roxie to get back with her owners. I said, "You're not going anywhere with this dog. There has never been one that needed me more."

The next few months were filled with hours upon hours of obedience training, exercise and discipline. She was a total spaz but never once did I experience anything that could be described as threatening or aggressive behavior from this dog. I set out to give her what she needed and in return she has been the most outstanding gift to our whole family.

So, now you have the rest of the story. I never set out to become a pitbull owner let alone a pitbull lover. My only regret is the portion of my life before Nani when I didn't have the glorious love these wonderful animals can bestow.

ROXIE

Jade (little girl), Mikey Boy is black and grey and Peaches is fawn color

Peaches is gone, and though I have a broken heart,

I must share her story from the very start.

Though she came from the pits and her body was scarred,

there was much love in her heart; life had not made her hard.

Snuggling up was her absolute favorite thing.

Worlds away from her life in the pit fighting ring.

She'd spent her life on a chain but was quick to recover.

It had not done to her what it had done to some others.

She'd had so many litters; she'd suffered such abuse;

but Peaches would never use this as excuse.

She then spent a year on evidence hold.

Not good for her temperament, I had been told.

Though she spent this time in a small kennel run,

she bestowed sloppy kisses on each and everyone.

One officer's confession: She would sneak Peaches out,

for some time in the office; they'd take a secret route.

Once in the office, she was mama to the kittens.

There wasn't much doubt, this ACO was now smitten.

The judge, he'd been written so many a letter,

asking he spare her life. This dog deserved better.

But some at the shelter were left seeing red;

for it was made very clear that they wanted her dead.

The DA's investigator was sitting there in court.

Yes, it seemed that Miss Peaches had captured his heart.

He was waiting to see: Would this judge do his part?

Would he grant this sweet dog a most deserving new start?

The judge finally spoke: "To the SPCA she will go;

and they will decide if she should go into a home."

There was dispute amongst "experts" but not for long.

TKG took a stand against what she knew to be wrong.

Though I write this through sadness and buckets of tears,

I want to say: Thank you for eight happy years.

I intended to place her as I do all the rest,

but my friends soon exclaimed: "Surely, you jest!"

I heard over and over: "You're not placing this one.

With you her new life has already begun."

I had to admit, Peaches now owned my heart;

and I finally conceded: Until death us do part.

When Peaches met friends who rescue the breed of another,

a request they soon made: "Can I be her godfather?"

Contractors who'd come to make their repairs,

the question they'd ask me: "Is Peaches here?"

Coming to my home were potential adopters.

It mattered not that they were there for the others.

Once they met Peaches , one thing is for sure:

the next thing they'd ask is: "Why can't we have her?"

"Pumpkinhead," "Princess Peach" and "Sunshine" were her nicknames. To those who loved her, life will not be the same.

My nieces and nephews always had a good laugh

when her tongue would wash windows or give a kid a bath.

Of all of the dogs, it was Peaches alone,

who could most be trusted in a multi-kid zone.

Her food dish would double as a hockey puck,

but where it would land was a matter of luck.

Her favorite sport, no doubt, was basketball.

With all fours off the ground, she was 6 feet tall.

My past boyfriend, he said she was Don Rickles' twin.

He soon learned dis'n Peaches was the ultimate sin.

If food was involved, it would take an army to move her.

A run for its money she would give the ol' Hoover.

Her favorite song was: "You Are My Sunshine."

She would wiggle and wag and thought my singing just fine.

I called her a Cameron, which is my mother's maiden name.

Both chubby and jolly, that's how they were the same.

The unknowing doubters of her pit bull breed, they did not

learn from my words but quickly learned from her deeds.

For some who met her, there were previous doubts;

but they would soon fall in love. She left no way out.

Children, puppies and kittens, she was good with them all.

She had but one goal in life, which was to have a ball.

One young child, he told me: "She was my favorite dog."

Yet again, Peach impressed us; she was even good with the hogs.

Now I must explain to a toddler that this is the end,

yet she won't understand why she's lost her best friend.

Yes, I call her "my Peaches ," but when it's all said and done,

the truth is my Peaches belonged to everyone.

Though my Peaches is gone, her legacy will live on.

And I am so proud to say, she proved all doubters wrong.

A tribute to my "Pumpkinheaded Peach." May we all learn from her unparalleled love for life as well as her great willingness to forgive. Patty Letawsky

Ciara sent in by Michelle

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