Meet Rooney, our 18 month old 65lb American Staffordshire Terrier. He is the goofiest, most energetic ball of cuddles I’ve ever met and I am completely in love! I don’t know how we ever got along without him. Sure, the bed is little more crowded and I occasionally have to clean up little puddles of drool but what is that in return for unconditional Amstaff love? We adopted Roo from the animal shelter here in Amsterdam where he had come after being found in a house in east Amsterdam that was raided by the police. He has a few scars on him so, presumably, he was going to be used as a fighting dog. I don’t think he would have made it very far in the ring as he wants to be best friends with every dog he meets, including chihuahuas, so lets all thank the Amsterdam police for breaking up another dog fighting ring (1 down...so many to go). He was at the shelter for seven months before we adopted him, probably due to how hyper he was plus his excessive play biting (which is really his only problem, and as far shelter dogs go that’s pretty much the equivalent of hitting the doggie jackpot). I knew he was the dog for us when I saw that he shares a birthday with my dad...so that was that, it didn’t really matter what kind of problems he might have. Once home and sufficiently exercised he is a complete dream. He sleeps for the majority of the day...snoring loudly I might add...and when he isn’t napping or cuddled up on the couch or in the bed next to J and I he’s living up to his name and playing with his soccer ball. He’s the perfect addition to our family and a testament to the true nature of bully breeds: loyal, goofy, and sweet dogs who’s greatest pleasure in life is making their family happy.
