For the love of money people fight pups like mine, train pups like mine and abuse pups like mine. Facing all the odds that are seemingly against them, they thrive in environments that kills mere mortals. Never seeing a dime, for the inhumane crime, Look at them the love in their eyes, and you-you disguise with hate, for a salary, wage, banknote or a check? 

Think about the odds you face being Black, White Hispanic, Asian living in the same world that fought your people for disposable coinage. I love my pup yes I do and when he looks at you he loves you too.

Stand up straight face the world these aren't odds your against, it’s the ignorance of the dominion given to you that’s heaven sent. The only odds here faced, is pups like mine against you need rescue from the capital that surrounds you.