Owned and loved by
Paul Matthews and Barbara Jones
Tele 01691774411 Mobile 07734354219
All our Staffords have been tested for HC/L2 and PHPV/HC
Our Gallantstaff Family
Gallantstaff Celtic Sword
pet name Taff . ( Stan & Conk's Son )
PHPV/HC Unaffected also L2 and HC Clear
At Stud to health tested bitches only
Gallantstaff Welsh 'N Proud
L2 HC clear PHPV unaffected
Gallantstaff Precious Gift
( Maisie )
Pet name Maisie showing in the UK
L2 and HC clear PHPV unaffected
Gallantstaff Pleasant Gift.
Pet Name. Jade. ( Murphy and Amber's Daughter )
PHPV/HC Unaffected also L2 and HC Clear
Benlui Celtic Queen at Gallantstaff
Pet name Amber
( Jade's mummy )
( REST IN PEACE )
Gallant Prince of Henfaes at Gallantstaff
PHPV/HC Tested Unaffected also HC and L2 Clear
Gained his Stud book Number.
Rest in Peace
Murphy born 13/9/2002 , passed away 30/7/2015
On the 30th July 2015 another very sad day at the Gallantstaff home when our beautiful boy Murphy joined Amber at the Rainbow bridge.
Please take a look at the tribute to our beautiful Boy Murphy on his link to Rainbow bridge
Amber born 29/12/04 ,pass away 25/5/2014
On the 25th May 2014 it was a very sad day at the Gallantstaff home ,when Amber went to the Rainbow Bridge.
Please take a look at the tribute to our beautiful Girl Amber on her link to Rainbow Bridge.xx
More details of Amber on the link Rainbow Bridge
( Gallantstaff Puppies )
Maisie and Taff's Pups 17th August 2016
Conk and Stans pups
Born 31st March 2015
Taff and Barkley
Maisie and Stans pups
Born 19th November 2013
2 Girls and 1 Boy
Milo , Ary and Tilly also called Angel
Angel passed away through illness at 4 weeks old
Born 2nd April 2012
Millie,Grace, Holly Hog and Holly
Jade and Rudi's pups
Jade and Phoenix Pups
Born 17 th March 2009
Maisie, Dotty,Red, Rolli, & Bertie
Murphy and Amber's Pups
Born October 11th 2006
( Jade, Bruno, Frankie, Murphy Junior )
( Please read this sad story before you think of getting a puppy )
By Jim Willis, 2001
How Could You?
When I was a puppy, I entertained you with my antics and made you laugh. You called me your child, and despite a number of chewed shoes and a couple of murdered throw pillows, I became your best friend. ...
Whenever I was "bad," you'd shake your finger at me and ask "How could you?" -- but then you'd relent and roll me over for a belly rub.
My housebreaking took a little longer than expected, because you were terribly busy, but we worked on that together.
I remember those nights of nuzzling you in bed and listening to your confidences and secret dreams, and I believed that life could not be any more perfect.
We went for long walks and runs in the park, car rides, stops for ice cream (I only got the cone because "ice cream is bad for dogs" you said), and I took long naps in the sun waiting for you to come home at the end of the day.
Gradually, you began spending more time at work and on your career, and more time searching for a human mate.
I waited for you patiently, comforted you through heartbreaks and disappointments, never chided you about bad decisions, and romped with glee at your homecomings, and when you fell in love.
She, now your wife, is not a "dog person" -- still I welcomed her into our home, tried to show her affection, and obeyed her. I was happy because you were happy.
Then the human babies came along and I shared your excitement. I was fascinated by their pinkness, how they smelled, and I wanted to mother them, too. Only she and you worried that I might hurt them, and I spent most of my time banished to another room, or to a dog crate.
Oh, how I wanted to love them, but I became a prisoner of love."
As they began to grow, I became their friend. They clung to my fur and pulled themselves up on wobbly legs, poked fingers in my eyes, investigated my ears, and gave me kisses on my nose. I loved everything about them and their touch -- because your touch was now so infrequent -- and I would've defended them with my life if need be. I would sneak into their beds and listen to their worries and secret dreams,
and together we waited for the sound of your car in the driveway.
There had been a time, when others asked you if you had a dog, that you produced a photo of me from your wallet and told them stories about me. These past few years, you just answered "yes" and changed the subject.
I had gone from being "your dog" to "just a dog," and you resented every expenditure on my behalf.
Now, you have a new career opportunity in another city, and you and they will be moving to an apartment that does not allow pets.
You've made the right decision for your "family," but there was a time when I was your only family.
I was excited about the car ride until we arrived at the animal shelter. It smelled of dogs and cats, of fear, of hopelessness.
You filled out the paperwork and said "I know you will find a good home for her." They shrugged and gave you a pained look.
They understand the realities facing a middle-aged dog, even one with "papers."
You had to pry your son's fingers loose from my collar as he screamed, "No, Daddy! Please don't let them take my dog!"
And I worried for him, and what lessons you had just taught him about friendship and loyalty, about love and responsibility, and about respect for all life.
You gave me a good-bye pat on the head, avoided my eyes, and politely refused to take my collar and leash with you.
You had a deadline to meet and now I have one, too. After you left, the two nice ladies said you probably knew about your upcoming move months ago and made no attempt to find me another good home.
They shook their heads and asked "How could you?"
They are as attentive to us here in the shelter as their busy schedules allow. They feed us, of course, but I lost my appetite days ago.
At first, whenever anyone passed my pen, I rushed to the front, hoping it was you that you had changed your mind -- that this was all a bad dream... or I hoped it would at least be someone who cared, anyone who might save me.
When I realized I could not compete with the frolicking for attention of happy puppies, oblivious to their own fate,
I retreated to a far corner and waited. I heard her footsteps as she came for me at the end of the day,
and I padded along the aisle after her to a separate room. A blissfully quiet room.
She placed me on the table and rubbed my ears, and told me not to worry.
My heart pounded in anticipation of what was to come, but there was also a sense of relief. The prisoner of love had run out of days.
As is my nature, I was more concerned about her. The burden which she bears weighs heavily on her,
and I know that, the same way I knew your every mood.
She gently placed a tourniquet around my foreleg as a tear ran down her cheek.
I licked her hand in the same way I used to comfort you so many years ago.
She expertly slid the hypodermic needle into my vein. As I felt the sting and the cool liquid coursing through my body,
I lay down sleepily, looked into her kind eyes and murmured "How could you?"
Perhaps because she understood my dogspeak, she said "I'm so sorry.
" She hugged me, and hurriedly explained it was her job to make sure I went to a better place,
where I wouldn't be ignored or abused or abandoned, or have to fend for myself --a place of love and light
so very different from this earthly place.
And with my last bit of energy, I tried to convey to her with a thump of my tail that my "How could you?" was not directed at her.
It was directed at you, My Beloved Master, I was thinking of you.
I will think of you and wait for you forever.
May everyone in your life continue to show you so much loyalty.
This is such a very sad story and we did cry reading it,
So we ask everyone who wants a puppy, to think very hard ,( have you got the time,can you give them love)
A dog is for life not for a few months.
We at Gallantstaff will not want to see one of our pups/dogs end up in rescue .
I know that you adore me,
You give me oh so much love,
There's one thing I've never tell you
I love your tender touch.
I thank you for all your loving,
And teaching me to grow,
My love is yours forever
I just wanted you both to know.
We all love you both so very much
Love ,Amber,Tara,Jade,Maisie and Conk xxxxxx
Paul,Babs and the Gallantstaff Gang