Jeg som driver FriendlyStaff,er ei jente som bor i Oslo. Jeg har vokst opp med hunder og andre dyr ,og det har alltid vært en naturlig del av meg. Jeg har falt helt for rasen Staffordshire Bullterrier, og hadde lyst på en i mange år før jeg fant ut at det passet min livssituasjon og anskaffe en hund. Har også i mange år vært facinert av Maine coon. Har alltid hatt katt selv,men da bare vanlige huskatter. Denne snille kjempen av en katt, er den perfekte rasen for meg ;o)

Det er mye ansvar og jobb så det er viktig og være klar for å ha dyr.Dette kommer jeg til å bestrebe å finne hos mine valpekjøpere / kattungekjøpere i fremtiden.
Hos meg er det viktig at de valpene og kattungene som kommer fra FriendlyStaff får gode og varige hjem , jeg praktiserer ingen ”førstemann til mølla” prinsipp.

 Ønsker å få frem friske og flotte utstillingshunder, men først og fremst snille, trygge og sosialiserte familiehunder.


Vil bruke friske flotte katter i avl, og drømmer om at mine kattunger skal bli nydelige utstillingskatter.

Alle dyrene bor selvfølgelig inne hos meg, ligger i sofaen og er fullverdige familiemedlemmer, og de alle lever i full harmoni ;o)


 

Kontakt : post@friendlystaff.com

 

BREEDERS POEM.....

....I love my puppy, she makes my house a home,
She always is my best friend, I never feel alone.
She makes me smile, she makes me laugh, she fills my heart with love,
Did some breeder breed her? Was she sent from heaven above?
I've never been a breeder, or seen life through their eyes
I hold my beautiful Stafford, just sit and criticize.
I've never know their anguish, I've never felt their pain,
The caring of their charges, through snow or wind or rain.
I've never waited all night long for puppies to be born,
The stress and trepidation when they're still not there by dawn....
I've never felt the heartache of a little life in my hands,
Should you do this instead of that? Or just pray to God?
Alone you fight, and hope one day he'll grow into a dog.
Bring joy to another being and make a house a home.
You know it's all just up to you, you fight this fight alone.
Formula, bottle, heating pads you've got to get this right,
Two hourly feeds for this little mite through out the day and night.
In your heart you know it, you'll surely lose the fight
To save this little baby, but God willing, you just might....
Day one he's in there fighting, you say a silent prayer,
Day two and three he's doing well, with lots of loving care
Day four and five - he's still alive your hopes soar to the heavens!
Day six he slips away again, dies in your hands day seven.
You take this little angel and bury him alone,
With aching heart and burning tears, (and an exhausted groan),
You ask yourself, Why do this? Why suffer all the pain?
But see the joy that puppies bring - it really self explains!
So, when you think of breeders and label them with "greed"
Think what they sometimes endure to fill another's need
And when you buy a puppy, with pounds and pence you part.
You only pay with money........

We pay with our hearts.

By Haigstaff