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ourpitbulls.com main page   God Save The PitBulls A Shelter Dog named Hope My owner left me tied to a tree and pregnant. They have moved away and it has been couple of days since I last saw them. I wait and no one comes. Did I do something wrong to be punished like this? My food has been gone since yesterday and my water dish dumped. My belly grumbles with hunger and my puppies are moving around more. I am almost due to have my puppies. I lay down and sleep under the stars. The next day a nice lady comes. She puts a leash on me and takes me away. Still no sign of my owner I have lost so much weight from lack of food. I am put into a truck and taken away. I look out the window for any signs of my owner. We arrive to this place and I hear a lot of dogs barking. The pound is full I am placed in a kennel with canned food mixed with dry. They bring in some water. I eat the food like there was no tomorrow. A lady brings in a blanket for me to sleep on. She gives me some attention and pets my head. I lay on the warm blanket and wonder. Will my owner know to find me here? It is the next day and I sit and wait The hours pass and still I am here. My puppies will be here soon. I am moved to another clean cage with more Food and water. People come to look at the other dogs. No one comes to look at me. Each time the door opens I think maybe. Why was I left tied to the tree? Was I a bad dog? The lady that takes care of me sits in my cage. She gives me biscuits and pets me. She takes me out for a walk. I like it here. I feel safe. She gives me food a couple times a day. Just to get my weight back up. I still wonder why I was left tied to the tree. I feel so alone. I am about to give birth soon. During the night I had my puppies. Eight little ones crawling around. All not really knowing what will take them. I stay right there and keep my newborns warm. My owner will be surprised to see the new arrivals. Why haven't they come yet? Maybe they do not know where to look. I hope they will find me soon. A couple more days have passed. The nice lady comes and cleans my cage. She puts down clean blankets for my pups and I. There is talk about putting us in a foster home. Just until my pups are old enough. She takes a picture of my pups and I. What a family portrait. I am a good mother to my pups. A couple more days have passed. It is morning and the workers are here. I get moved into a clean cage. I wait for my pups. I hear the ladies with them in the next cage. But I cannot see them I hear them whimper. Time has passed and I do not hear them anymore. That was the last time I have seen my babies again. I sit in my cage so lonely. Why didn't my owners get me spayed so I wouldn't endure so much pain? I was finally adopted to a nice family. They take me to a lot of places. They got me spayed. I am no longer alone. I have all the love any dog could ask for. This is a true story. Please spay and neuter your pets.

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.