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Pitbull Protection & Rescue

STOP THE HATE--Have a heart for Pitbulls

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This page is dedicated in the protection of the Pitbull Breed preservation, we will be hoping to shelter unwanted and abused pit's at a local self contained shelter. Please if you can help out in any way possible in helping us buy food and shelter for these animals everyday.
We thank you in advance for all your support and help

My name is Mystee and I'm a women's Pro MMA fighter { http://www,myspace.com/mysteeblackwood }. I've been thinking and thinking of a good cause to stand for and I think I finally found it.I am owned by a very loving Pitbull and have owned many over the years. These animals do what they are taught by the humans around them. How can people be so cruel as to think it's their breed? People are cruel by nature, not animals.My goal is to open a NO KILL shelter that specializes in ALL PITBULLS. NONE will be turned away. If they have been trained to fight and cannot be adopted out or be with other dogs, children, people, etc....I WILL STILL TAKE THEM IN and allow them to live their life out properly fed and given treats and loved in the shelter I will be providing for them. NO PITBULL WILL EVER BE TURNED AWAY--NO QUESTIONS ASKED....they will also get the medical attention they need if they are brought to me hurt.I am counting on everyone to help make this work..please pass this link onto everyone you know. There will eventually be a way to donate to help fund, feed, and get medical attention for the Pitbulls that will be brought in as well as to pay for all the state licensing and insurance I will need to do this.Thanks you all for helping me make a difference.

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My Interests

SAVING THE BEST DOGS AROUND---PITBULLSThis is a pitbull I used to own---MollyMolly was poisoned by neighbors simply for being a pitbull2 Female pitbulls I was supposed to get, but were lost to Parvo before they were sold to me :( Mama's baby boy..Haities...RIP 7/4/06 How can you not love this face?

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Everyone who belives that Pitbulls are getting an unfair categorization...
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How could you?
When I was a puppy, I entertained you with my antics and made you laugh. You called me your child, and despite a number of chewed shoes and a couple of murdered throw pillows, I became your best friend. Whenever I was "bad," you'd shake your finger at me and ask "How could you?"-but then you'd relent and roll me over for a belly rub.
My housebreaking took a little longer than expected, because you were terribly busy, but we worked on that together. I remember those nights of nuzzling you in bed and listening to your confidences and secret dreams, and I believed that life could not be any more perfect.
We went for long walks and runs in the park, car rides, stops for ice cream (I only got the cone because "ice cream is bad for dogs" you said), and I took long naps in the sun waiting for you to come home at the end of the day.
Gradually, you began spending more time at work and on your career, and more time searching for a human mate. I waited for you patiently, comforted you through heartbreaks and disappointments, never chided you about bad decisions, and romped with glee at your homecomings, and when you fell in love. She, now your wife, is not a "dog person", still I welcomed her into our home, tried to show her affection, and obeyed her. I was happy because you were happy.
Then the human babies came along and I shared your excitement. I was fascinated by their pinkness, how they smelled, and I wanted to mother them, too. Only she and you worried that I might hurt them, and I spent most of my time banished to another room, or to a dog crate. Oh, how I wanted to love them, but I became a "prisoner of love." As they began to grow, I became their friend. They clung to my fur and pulled themselves up on wobbly legs, poked fingers in my eyes, investigated my ears, and gave me kisses on my nose. I loved everything about them and their touch-because your touch was now so infrequent-and I would've defended them with my life if need be. I would sneak into their beds and listen to their worries and secret dreams, and together we waited for the sound of your car in the driveway.
There had been a time, when others asked you if you had a dog, that you produced a photo of me from your wallet and told them stories about me. These past few years, you just answered "yes" and changed the subject. I had gone from being "your dog" to "just a dog," and you resented every expenditure on my behalf.
Now, you have a new career opportunity in another city, and you and they will be moving to an apartment that does not allow pets. You've made the right decision for your "family," but there was a time when I was your only family. I was excited about the car ride until we arrived at the animal shelter. It smelled of dogs and cats, of fear, of hopelessness. You filled out the paperwork and said "I know you will find a good home for her." They shrugged and gave you a pained look. They understand the realities facing a middle-aged dog, even one with "papers." You had to pry your son's fingers loose from my collar as he screamed "No, Daddy! Please don't let them take my dog!" And I worried for him, and what lessons you had just taught him about friendship and loyalty, about love and responsibility, and about respect for all life.
You gave me a good-bye pat on the head, avoided my eyes, and politely refused to take my collar and leash with you. You had a deadline to meet and now I have one, too. After you left, the two nice ladies said you probably knew about your upcoming move months ago and made no attempt to find me another good home. They shook their heads and asked "How could you?" They are as attentive to us here in the shelter as their busy schedules allow. They feed us, of course, but I lost my appetite days ago. At first, whenever anyone passed my pen, I rushed to the front, hoping it was you that you had changed your mind-that this was all a bad dream...or I hoped it would at least be someone who cared, anyone who might save me. When I realized I could not compete with the frolicking for attention of happy puppies, oblivious to their own fate, I retreated to a far corner and waited. I heard her footsteps as she came for me at the end of the day, and I padded along the aisle after her to a separate room. A blissfully quiet room. She placed me on the table and rubbed my ears, and told me not to worry. My heart pounded in anticipation of what was to come, but there was also a sense of relief. As is my nature, I was more concerned about her. The burden which she bears weighs heavily on her, and I know that, the same way I knew your every mood. She gently placed a tourniquet around my foreleg as a tear ran down her cheek. I licked her hand in the same way I used to comfort you so many years ago. She expertly slid the hypodermic needle into my vein. As I felt the sting and the cool liquid coursing through my body, I lay down sleepily, looked into her kind eyes and murmured "How could you?" Perhaps because she understood my dogspeak, she said "I'm so sorry." She hugged me, and hurriedly explained it was her job to make sure I went to a better place, where I wouldn't be ignored or abused or abandoned, or have to fend for myself-a place of love and light so very different from this earthly place
Please send this to your friends, and help abused pets everywhere.

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A MESSAGE FROM YOUR DOGS 1. My life is likely to last 10 to 15 years. Any separation from you will be painful to me. Remember that before you buy me.2. Give me time to understand what you want from me.3. Place your trust in me. It's crucial to my well-being.4. Dont be angry with me for long, and don't lock me up as punishment. You have your work, your entertainment and your friends. I only have you.5. Talk to me sometimes. Even if I don't understand your words, I understand your voice when it's speaking to me.6. Be aware that however you treat me, I'll never forget it.7. Remember before you hit me: I have teeth that could easily crush the bones of your hand, but I choose not to bite you.8. Before you scold me for being un-cooperative, obstinate or lazy, ask yourself if something might be bothering me. Perhaps I'm not getting the right food, or I've been out in the sun too long, or my heart is getting old and weak.9. Take care of me when I get old. You too will grow old.10. Go with me on difficult journeys. Never say: "I can't bear to watch it", or "Let it happen in my absence." Everything is easier for me if you are there.REMEMBER THAT I LOVE YOU.

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**Please remember all the dogs that have lost their lives due to neglect, hate, breed bans, starvation, dog fights, etc. Our hearts bleed for each life lost :(

Heroes:

All the dogs----the only true beings that know true, unconditional love.