Before I tell you the life story of this game little 30 lbs p.w. female, I'll tell you about her ability to produce winning long winded, hard scratching game dogs which should made any dogman proud.
When bred to F.W.K.'s 1xw Dutch (Maloney's Ch. Bert x Hall's Hot Load) she produced the 1x winner in 2.04 Milkman's ''Spike'', defeated KKK's ''Champ'' on a hot Florida summer night, proving to be dead game by running his courtesy to collapse dead in the others corner after a brutal battle. He was one game brother. Milkman's ''Mad Max'' who was never matched but sold and vanished out of sight and a game sister, Junk Yard's ''Pinky'' who was stolen, and 3 other males were culled at F.W.K.'s yard.
When bred to Cobra's 4 x winner Ch. Speedy (St.B.'s 1xw Rooster x Cobra's Messa) she produced F.W.K.'s ''Joop'' a deep game winner of two contests. He had a game sister, Care Taker's Suki, who just like ''Joop'' died on a young age due blood cancer, two bitches were placed by Cobra for brood, one male he culled, and another male was culled at the yard of the Iron Captain.
When bred to Roberto & F.W.K.'s Ch. Ginger (Bros' Ch.Handsome x Bros' Neutron) she produced 2xw 1xl Underdog's Fred, who's showing in his last and winning match he's dead game to boot, and F.W.K.'s Ch. Dollyson who lost his 1st in a game effort to Tex Mex' Ch. Bimbo and went on to defeat 3 opponents the hard way later on in his career. His littermates and brothers Ajax, Ginger JR, and another male, who his name slipped my mind, are still alive on various yards, their only sister Red Jacky died during a roll due heart failure.
Glad to know that she's been bred two more times and that there are youngsters on the campain trail and old Dolly pups on the ground at here. So far about her offspring, here's the complete story how I obtained, raised and campaigned this little pit dog.
The ROSITA vs DOLLY match. A classic battle. An old aunt of mine gave me a phone call about 11 years ago and she was telling me that her son had a little pit bull pup who was too much to handle, and if I was maybe interested to have the pup. At this moment I was loaded with dogs and didn't have the space for even a little mouse, but to help my nephew out, I decided to go and look at the pup, maybe it was a well bred one and could be farmed out. When I was entering in my families house a Cocker Spaniel was jumping on me, and out of the living room came a very little, thin buckskin pit bull bitch running to the Cocker and grabs him by the ear. My nephew's wife was shouting to the bitch to stop, with no avail. I was laughing at the time and released the poor Cocker. I said to my nephew ''hell, she is a nice pup man!''. His reply was that she was driving him crazy and if it is normal for a dog to have this behavior. I told him that he doesn't have an average street mutt but a dog who was probably bred for combat purposes. He didn't like it at all and was almost begging me to take the four month old bitch with me home. I asked him if he had any papers on the dog and his wife handed me some ADBA papers which showed that this little firecracker was sired by Champion Ben (a 4x winner) out of Red Danger (a 1xw in 2.04), dogs I had knowledge of. I was really surprised to find such a well bred pup at this place and left of course the house with the bitch, but not before I had released the pup again to grab the Cocker one more time. They were pissed and as I was walking to my car, I was all the way smiling, because I had a little firecracker on my leash.
Arrived at home, my wife and daughter liked the pup immediately, since she was really sweet toward people, especially children but I still had the problem that I didn't have enough room to place the pup and was calling a friend of mine to farm the pup out. When I was on the phone, a friend of mine was entering into my house with a big 55 lbs chocolate colored pit bull who really pulled his leash hard. "Hell, what's that?", he was running in the streets, looking for some trouble I guess, my friend says. I recognized this big dog as the dog which was owned by some fellas who were doing a lot of terror in the streets and treating people with their pit bulls, the kind of assholes that gave our breed such a bad reputation in our home town. I was still on the phone and told my friend that I had also got a big, bad male with no breeding, maybe you want to have him too? He said ''Yes, bring in the dogs'', which I did.
The chocolate ''stolen'' dog was rolled for 45 minutes, had shown no talent at all but was to our surprise looking game, but I decided to give him to a farmer as a guard dog and he's probably still around. Anyways, the little pup, which I decided to name Dolly was brought to my friend and picked up by me about one year later, when I heard that the owner of dogs such as Champion Harley and Champion Speedy had obtained a bitch bred by Pat Patrick from St. B. Kennels and was standing open at 30 lbs.
My Dolly was rolled at the early age of ten months without my knowledge into a game Cotton's Bullet bitch, Dolly killed her in seven minutes. I rolled her into my strong Mask bitch as soon as I had her back, Dolly and Mask fought for 20 minutes, both determined to wreck each other completely. I stopped the roll due to the fact that I was afraid of loosing them both. Mask was matched later on against Peter Parker's 6xw Gr. Ch. Rasta Girl, who was going for her Championship into my dog. We lost this very hard one in 1:08, both dogs had really destroyed each other and I was not able to save my dog. Rasta Girl had a hard time also, but finally recovered and won 3 more, one of these against Tattoo Ron's Nona in 24 minutes, also a dog of my kennels originally.
I had defeated Cobra before when we were matching my Jail bitch into his Red bitch, I won this one in one hour and fifty minutes, Jail was the dam of Mask and from the 1x winner Gary who had beaten Giant Kennel's Bolio, a son of the famous St. B.'s Dylan. We agreed with each other and a match was made, Scarface as referee. By the command, let go of the dogs, meet each other hard in the center of the pit, Dolly riding the head, Rosita going for the chest. Both dogs can bite hard, but Dolly seems to have the better of it. At about 30 minutes both dogs going down, Rosita comes through and goes for the chest, a turn claimed on Dolly, but even Ray Charles could see that there was in no way a turn made and also the referee says no turn. Rosita was building up a lead now, and both going on real fast and determined, the crowd goes wild when both dogs going down again and swapping stifle holds. Rosita coming up first, rooting real deep into Dolly's chest, who is on the floor with a hold on the under jaw, unable to come up. Rosita is dragging Dolly through the pit, Dolly goes down fast now, she tries hard to come up but she is not strong enough anymore. Out of frustration, Dolly is crying out and one of the spectators, a well known dog man, shouts out loud that my bitch is gonna die and that I am a scumbag or something like this. I watched my bitch struggling for life, still determined to wreck the other dog and tell Cobra that he can scratch his dog to win if he like. Dogs were broke off and Dolly laying down, stretched out completely, I think the same nitwit shout out again, "that the dog is dead", I'm quoting as Earl Tudor says ''Hey! you want to see a dead dog scratch?" Rosita makes a real fast scratch and won. Dolly, soon as she was released, cries for more and was giving one of these amazing, stumbling, deep game, wide open courtesy scratches. The crowd was going wild, Rosita was the winner in 1:10. Several fanciers told me afterwards that they had just saw the best match of their life. I was driving home with a badly wounded dog who had lost but who had satisfied me completely. I was bringing home the real McCoy, a damn little game bulldog which makes me proud to own.
Rosita was sold to Bad Boys Kennels and won two more in short order, a real good fighting dog, who had showed to be a game one also in her first match.
Bryant's Ch. Ben X O'Niel's Red Danger = F.W.K.'S Dolly. Gonzales' No Regrets X Patrick's Rose = Cobra's (B.B.'S) Ch. Rosita
PS: About that stolen dog we had, I think snitches and dog thieves are the lowest kind of scum in the sport, and I don't have any compassion for these kind of people, but let me tell you all this, when some idiots are running in the street with our breed of dog, don't hesitate to take these dogs away from them before somebody gets killed.
- Finkle Winkle