Staffordshire Bull Terriers are a wonderful breed, but as I learned the hard way, they are definitely not for everyone.
It’s hard to overstate just how big a dog geek I am. I will literally bore non-doggy people to death talking to you about dogs. They’re definitely my thing, as a cursory glance of my social media feeds or phone gallery will attest to.
Yet this piece is not just an exercise in talking about Staffies. It is intended as background to my article about Fudge, the puppy which I sold to a person who still makes a living as a dog trainer, advertising the fact that whatever beharioural issues you might be having with your dog. She can help. Let the irony of that sink in…
In her own blog post justifying her decision to put puppy Fudge down at five months of age, she questioned my knowledge and expertise, so this post clarifies some of the misconceptions she put forward there.
I always loved dogs and had them all my life, apart from the years where I lived in a small flat, which I felt would have been unfair to it. Eventually, however, my husband and I moved city just so we could get a house with a garden and finally remedy that situation.
By then we had our hearts set on a Staffordshire Bull Terrier. My in-laws always had Staffies so we’d had plenty of interaction with this loving and lovable breed. But true to my geek side, I also spend countless hours researching everything I could about the breed’s history, traits, health issues, potential behavioural problems, training techniques, etc. etc. ad infinitum
And eight years ago, we found our Watson (the name had been chosen long before, and we kept with the Sherlock Holmes theme since) and I can say hand on heart he is the best dog I’ve ever had.
Watson is a bundle of friendly personality and pure goodness wrapped in a cuddly teddy bear skin. Gentle with children and the elderly, sociable with other dogs and random strangers, and overall in possession of the most lovely and steady temperament you could ever wish for.