Bronte 8.11.1999 to 19.11.2008

In oct 1999 Darren and I were married and we began to look for Staffys straight away. We did not realise it was going to be so hard to find a GOOD dog and some breeders were not helpful. Finally a fluke phone call led me to Wilma .......she had puppies, she lived local and she was NORMAL!!!!! When we met we discovered we know each other as I was her daughters squad swimming coach.

Bronte had a beautiful mother, Ruby and 6 brothers and sisters.

We took her home on Jan.1 2000.

Bronte you had the best personality and I have so many memories of you as MY DOG!!!

• We would go off to training together at the local showground where you learnt lots of tricks.
• We put you in 2 shows where you came 1st and 5th......show life was not for us and we never went back.
• You were a water baby......any chance of getting wet and you would be there.
• You hated storms and fireworks. You tried to rip the screen door of once and cut all your mouth open as you freaked in a storm.
• You had the cutest puppy dog eyes.
• Your ball was your dummy.
• You loved your staffy ball and would attack any ball until it was dead flat.
• When we were building the pool it was your lake and you splashed around in the hole everyday.
• You chased your tall and barked for the last 3-4 years.
• You lost much deserved love when Max came into our lives.
• When we lost Pebbles I was sad but excited that you would be our only dog again.
• You ate anything I gave you .....I am going to miss my garbage bin. I used to feed you fruit ice sticks on hot days.
• You were a good inside dog and you would always protect us.
• On New years EVE in 04/05 we locked in the garage due to the fireworks.......we went out all night...........you and Pebs SOME HOW pushed through a locked sliding door and TERRORISED the house, it took me 3 hours to clean the place up

I miss you "fat girl"..................the backyard is now a lonely place. Your blue ball is here and I will cherish it. I so wish you could have taken it with you, you were rarely without a ball in your mouth.

thanks for 9 fantastic years as MY DOG, I am sorry you had to die alone at the vets, I just wanted to hug you one last time

love you Bronte bear