A Poem I Received By Email

[wolfgirl]

OF WHAT ANIMAL DO I SPEAK?

by Patty Letawsky

Their love is like no other, their heart as pure as gold. Yet while

going on a friendly walk, they're faced with stares of cold.

They're so very close to human, in how they act and what they do. Unless

you've known their devoted love, it's impossible to explain to you.

They are greatly more misunderstood than any other breed. We tend to

punish this loyal dog instead of mankind's deeds.

They are always and forever clowns with a wish for center stage. Yet

while displaying this sense of humor most people disengage.

They, oh, so want to make new friends, and run and jump and play. Yet

when they happily approach, most people shy away.

Often I've seen children poke, or hop on for a ride. And when I felt

they might get mad, they've only beamed with pride.

I've seen these children yank and pull, with nary a reaction. Yet media's

not interested, unless they've put someone in traction.

When other dogs have made the news, this breed's name they affix. But

when this brave dog saves the day, they call him "Boxer mix."

They love to snuggle up real close, to give lots of loves and kisses,

Yet they suffer more than any, from unfair prejudices.

Their tails wag hard and hips twist, too, more so than other mutts. So

those of us who know the breed, we call them "wiggle-butts."

What animal do I speak of, Whose love is so unique? If you've truly

known one, you know of whom I speak.

There is no creature on this Earth who will ever make you merrier. The

animal I do speak of --it's the American Pit Bull Terrier.

[tybrax]

Thank you Wolfgirl for sharing, lovely poem.