What do NISBTR do ?

I know to some people may not see this charity as a worthy cause or to be as important as some other charities out there, but I want you all to understand the hard work this charity does and the dedication they have for these dogs and don’t give up on them even if everyone else has, some of these dogs have been used as bait for dog fighting others just seen as “not good enough” so are abused and attacked by the people who are supposed to care for them. After NISBTR remove these innocent dogs from the horrible situations, they work with them, help them build their confidence back up again, foster them to loving homes to get used to the living conditions they should have always had and then they are adopted out to people looking for a companion for life  

Where does the money go?

Any amount of money that is donated whether it be £1 or £100 it all helps, the money is used for numerous things such as vet bills, as some of these poor dogs have cuts and nasty injuries from dog fighting and abuse some have skin conditions from neglect and not being cared for properly. The money is also used to help fill there tummy’s, the more dogs they rescue the more mouths they have to feed. And as some of these dogs need behaviour classes and training to give them the best chances of being re-homed.

I encourage you to take a look at their Facebook page and see some of the amazing dogs ready to be adopted out to suitable families and that are safe and healthy today thanks to NISBTR.

Thank you for visiting my ‘just giving’ page and for any donations made.

Finally I'll leave you with a wee poem that Definitely touched my heart and might touch yours also.

Today is just another day - to me they're all the same I have the worst of genes you see, I bear the "Staffy" shame. The shame is in our numbers, there's thousands with no home. Thousands just like me you'll find, in kennels all alone.

 My mum was "just a Staffy", 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 the Staffy feels? If you have the cash to hand, the Staffy pup is yours But that pup is getting bigger now, just look at those big paws. 

You brought me for your image, 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 to share your darkest 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 - not worth the waste of time. So what happens to a Staffy 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 Staffy now?" The "Staffy" has another name; he's become a "stray" somehow. Me, I was put into a 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 for you You drove away with all my trust and a piece of my heart too. 

I wondered round for many days before 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 that 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 As the needle empties to my veins I lay down with one last sigh I'm sorry I was born a Staffy, because it means that I must die.