Dog fighting in Kansas City...

Triumph's story is not uncommon...

This dog was found by a couple in Kansas City over Memorial Day Weekend. He was taken to a local veterinary clinic who instantly called upon Missouri Pit Bull Rescue to rush him to an emergency clinic.

The vets there determined that his wounds were a few days old and that it was too late give him stitches. They said it is obvious that he was on the losing end of a serious dog fight -where he was either used as bait or dumped after not being "game" enough.



Triumph is covered in wounds. Slabs of flesh are simply falling off of his face, and he has deep lacerations on all four legs. A piece of his ear is actually missing. This fight was intentional.

Dog fighting is very common in Kansas City and in the suburbs. To deny this fact is negligent -all it takes is one trip to animal control on any given day to prove this sad reality. Dog fighting is in your own backyard...

Missouri Pit Bull Rescue is going to do everything in our power to save Triumph and hope that he is not so shell shocked by his ordeal that we can still turn his life around.


Meanwhile, please learn more about what you can do to prevent this this serious form of animal cruelty and abuse: HSUS Dog fighting Fact Sheet: http://www.hsus.org/hsus_field/animal_fighting_the_final_round/dogfighting_fact_sheet/

mas fotos: http://www.mprgroup.net/pictures/poorboy/

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.
Alan W Joslin

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