Today is just another day to me
They are all the same,
I have the worst of genes you see,
I bear the Staffie shame.

The shame is in our numbers,
There’s thousands with no home,
Thousands just like me
You’ll find in kennels alone...

My mum was just a Staffie,
My father, well who knows?
Mum too became unwanted,
As the last puppy goes..

And then begins the process,
Of money making deals,
A life of moving on unfolds,
Who cares how Staffie feels?

If you have the cash to hand,
The staffie pup is yours,
But that pup is getting bigger now,
Just look at those big paws!

You bought me for your image,
You thought I’d make you look more tough,
But you'll find my boisterous nature
Has already got too much!

If you had thought to train me,
With kindness and with praise,
You would have had a faithful friend in me
For the darkest of your days.

I would lay down my life for you,
But you simply cannot see,
You make sure you get your money back
On what you paid for me!

And on it goes until one day,
I’m no longer worth a dime,
The retail on an adult staff –
Just not worth the waste of time.

So what happens to Staffie now?
Do you really want to know?
Do you care what will become of us
When we leave our final home?

Have you ever thought to wonder,
Where is that Staffie now?
The Staffie has another name,
He has become a stray somehow.

Me? I was put in the car,
And driven far away,
The door held open, I jumped out,
I thought to run and play!

It was with joy and happy heart,
I turned to look at you,
You drove away with all my trust
And a part of my heart too.

I wandered round for many days
Until I was brought here,
Now I wait with heavy heart,
Trepidation and with fear.

Seven days is all I have you see,
Seven days for you to claim.
The little dog you threw out,
For which you have no shame...

This is my last goodbye now,
My seven days are up.
If only more thought had gone
Into the future of that pup.