SBT-The Real Story

This is a story about a girl I once knew. She didn't exactly look like a model taken from a magazine according to many people who made her acquaintance. Even I as a very good friend of hers was occasionally inclined to believe that she could definitely do nothing wrong with working out more frequently.

Then again, this girl never really paid much attention to the judging words of others. She more than compensated for her unconventional, almost intimidating looks with a literal heart of gold. Her love was unconditional, asking for nothing in return. Almost ten years we walked together. Side by side, through thick and thin, before she unsuspectedly passed away due to cardiac insufficiency.

Her name was Sheila, a Staffordshire Bull Terrier of origin, and I couldn't have asked for a better companion during my adolescent years

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That being said, it really intrigues me having encountered so many of these sweet-tempered dogs in the streets and avenues of Graz recently. Looks like I must have considerably missed out on that seeming "paradigm shift", since this particular breed has undeservedly earned itself a bad reputation ever since in public broadcasting, if you ask me.

Unfortunately, media is hardly ever concerned about making critical comments on both sides of the story when it comes down to attacks of so-called "combat dogs" Has the animal been mistreated in the past? Isn't it possible that the owners’ personality might affect the behavior of his/her "best friend"?

Be that as it may, I’ve attached a sweet little video here. Perhaps it will illuminate someone's way of thinking. (Would be nice, since I don't want Sheila’s legacy to simply fade away). Enjoy it :)