Spirit in the sky, who watches over all animals: It is my prayer and my request that you grant greater understanding, and acceptance to humans; those who love us, and those who hate us. That they will know how loyal we are, how brave we are, and how loving we are. Help them to accept us as a breed in whole, and not let the few tragedies shine brighter than the many great traits that we have.

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And those who would kill me, let them know, I forgive them, even though I don't understand their hatred. And those who would beat me, let them know I still love them, even though it is not the honorable way.

Thank you for all the strong traits that you have given to me, and my breed. Help those to know that I stand for courage, strength, loyalty, and bravery. And as my master already knows, let those who would come against my family know that I would surely die defending them.

And just one last thing that I would ask: Let my master know, that if you should call me away, that I will wait patiently at those pearly gates until the one who chose me, comes home.

Amen.

A few of us were vicious, you hype, “So are all the rest.”
Creativity in media puts liberty to the test.
These laws against this noble breed are laws that we don’t need.
Let’s all write our Congressmen, Come on! “It’s deed, not breed!”

They call me “Baby Killer”, and so are all my sons.
They cry for my extinction with every lie that’s spun.
They prey on fears of idiots, and if the truth be told -
They wouldn’t know a bulldog if one bit them on the nose.

If all the pit bull “experts” would use their decayed brains,
And try to get to know me, they’d never feel the same.
For I am filled with courage, along with heart and drive.
And when the dust has settled, you’ll see that I’ve survived.

For my master and his household, I’ve lots of love to give.
And with a heart as big as Texas, I’ll die that he may live.
The truth in most all cases will come out in the end.
And all shall know the truth and see That I’m A Damn Good Friend!!!

Author Unknown

You made me what I am today - courage at it's best.

You wanted me to know no fear - a cut above the rest.

Not only did I master that, I've thrown in loyalty, too.

Look past my eyes into my soul - you know I'd die for you.

I'll watch your kids, I'll watch your house.

Your praise will be my crown

Ask what you will, I'll do my best

I'll even be your clown.

But some of you don't like me, I'm sure I don't know why.

The only thing I'm guilty of - is courage, love and try.

But still they want to see me go - they want my breed to end...

Will I see you sit idly by? You? Whom I call a friend?

You made me what I am today - you never saw me waiver.

I've done my best to keep you safe... Won't you please return the favor?

Written by Cheryl Crab

For it is not a dog - nor a beast,

the bull terrier is a soldier a warrior at least,
with pride unlike any soul,
made for war within commanding control,
of every move and means, 
it is grace liken to roman machines,
and statues above and beyond,
they are the soldiers of war when war dawns,
and cowardly they are not,
for it is the taker of life which is bought,
not a dog nor a pet,
but a angel of death without regret,
and if man ever forgot how to war;
in the presence of a match the soldier in him would summon and soar.

Don-2001

Why own a dog? There's a danger you know,

You can't own just one, for the craving will grow.
There's no doubt they're addictive, wherein lies the danger.
While living with lots, you'll grow poorer and stranger.
One dog is no trouble, and two are so funny.
The third one is easy, the fourth one's a honey.
The fifth one delightful, the sixth one's a breeze,
You find you can live with a house full with ease. 
So how 'bout another? Would you really dare? 
They're really quite easy but oh, Lord the hair! 
With dogs on the sofa and dogs on the bed, 
And crates in the kitchen, it's no bother you've said. 
They're really no trouble, their manners are great. 
What's just one more dog and just one more crate? 
The sofa is hairy, the windows are crusty, 
The floor is all footprints, the furniture dusty. 
The housekeeping suffers, but what do you care? 
Who minds a few noseprints and a little more hair? 
So let's keep a puppy, you can always find room, 
And a little more time for the dust cloth and broom. 
There's hardly a limit to the dogs you can add, 
The thought of a cutback sure makes you sad. 
Each one is so special, so useful, so funny. 
The vet, the food bill grows larger, you owe money.
Your folks never visit, few friends come to stay, 
Except other dog folks, who all live the same way. 
Your lawn has now died, and your shrubs are dead too, 
But your weekends are busy, you're off with your crew. 
There's dog food and vitamins, training and shots. 
And entries and travel and motels which cost lots. 
Is it worth it, you wonder? Are you caught in a trap? 
Then that favorite dog comes and climbs in your lap. 
His look says you're special and you know that you will 
Keep all of the critters in spite of the bill. 
Some just for showing and some just to breed. 
And some just for loving, they all fill a need. 
But winter's a hassle, the dogs hate it too. 
But they must have their walks though they're numb and you're blue. 
Late evening is awful, you scream and you shout 
At the dogs on the sofa who refuse to go out. 
The dogs and the dog shows, the travel, the thrills, 
The work and the worry, the pressure, the bills. 
The whole thing seems worth it, the dogs are your life.
They're charming and funny and offset the strife. 
Your life-style has changed. Things won't be the same. 
Yes, those dogs are addictive and so is the dog game!!

He said Mr. Is that a pit bull that's riding up front with you?
My mother says they're real mean dogs... 

Mr. Is that true? 

I said I suppose pit bulls can be mean,

but thats not how this one gets his kicks 
This pit bull is a very smart dog,

and he's too busy doing tricks 

Then he asked Mr Mr. Can I pet him?
I said what would your mother say? 
Why I'll even have him do some tricks 
If your mother says its O.K. 

When the boy brought his mother 
I nearly fainted in the street 
She had to be the most beautiful woman 
That a man could hope to meet 

So I whispered to Rocky my pit bull 
Put on the best show of your life
I bet she's a single mother 
And I bet I can make her my wife 

Rocky soared through the air catching frisbees 
Did a flip, he climbed a tree 
By the time Rocky pulled the truck with his teeth 
The boys mother was holding hands with me 

Now there's a cottage in the country 
It's the place we all reside 
I wouldn't have a wife and a boy that calls me dad 
If i didn't have that pit bull by my side!