WHO AM I?

On the 22 January 2013 I will be 12 years of age.  In human years I would be 84 years of old. I am a very active staffie who has brought great honour to my breed, province and owners.

When I was born I was a little black blob with a white spot on my chest.  Today I have white eyebrows and a very white muzzle.  You could say I am ancient but I can still strut my stuff in the ring and everyone takes notice of me when I am about.

When I was young girl my owners dabbled a little with breed.  I only managed to win puppy twice.  The breed ring stressed me out.  My owners sooned realised that this was not the place for me so,  I became a home girl spending my time with the other staffies.  We spent our time in the fresh air and sunshine.  Now as a veteran they have put me back into the breed ring and to there surprise this has been very successful.  I even managed to compete in the KZN Supreme Veteran Competition in 2011 and even started winning the Terrier groups a number of times.

  Soon the question went through my mind

 WHO AM I?  What is to become of me.

As I laze about these days thinking of the past several things come to mind.

I was never a spectacular breed dog but I have managed to make my mark in dogdom.  A very unusual group of dogs welcomed me into their circle.  This came about by accident as I lived in a house with a very famous staffie.  When it was suggested that I pull carts like my famous sister my owner laughed out loud and made comments to awful to write down on paper.

I heard this and decided I would show her what I could do.  I started training in 2003.  Wow I was awful and my mother continued to make comments about my ability.  Thank goodness for my trainer who continued in her usual stubborn way never taking no for an answer.  I could see she was on my side and would continue to prove my owner wrong.  3 long years we battled on, not making much progress, but the old saying kept going through my head ”practise makes perfect? I passed out of novice carting into senior carting.

The little black staffie had arrived.  At Margate in 2006, I stepped into the carting ring believing I could do it and out of 11 mini dogs I was placed 1st with a CC certificate.  The trainer mumbled “I wish people would believe I do know a winner when I see one?walked away from the ring with a pat on my head and a smile from one ear to the other.