Well what can i say about my little terrier that is Willie, hes' courageous, brave, full of guile, silly, spontaneous but above all a gentleman of a dog. He seems to know when he's aloud to go mental! which is a new one on me.
My names Benny (birth name James) I've been around dog's most of my life, I love all dogs big and small they've all got something to give, there is only one exception and that is a dogs that has no soul and there seems to be more and more Staffords about just like that but not at Gary's kennels though, every time I go to see Gary he's dog's are always full of spirit and ready to say hello I especially like Manny (Risky's Pacman) he's my kinda Stafford.
I've personally had Stafford's now for nearly 20 years my first I named Mayhem (Brindle) ped name Crackin thunder boy an he lived up to both ped and pet, he was a grand dog that also had plenty of the Stafford way about him,he could nose touch my hand at about 1.9m and he was about 16 at the withers. I sadly lost him last year at the grand old age of 16 and a half. I Shall always have a Stafford till the day I can't, most glorious of all breeds, I must admit I'm a tad bias but I stick to it, no other bred thus far I've had the pleasure of time and company has compared yet..
Enough of my ramblings back to Willie the kid! He comes with me everywhere he's aloud and I don't go many places were dog's are not, if he's not coming he just looks at me with he's ears pricked as if to say "your leaving me here" but no bother he just waits for my return. Even if I've just popped to the shop it's like I've been out for 6 hours! He's barely chewed anything he's not meant to and he learns real quick and I'm not going to say what a lot of other Stafford owners seem to say "real quick for a Stafford!" as I'm of a very different opinion to some misinformed people. I believe Staffordshire bull terriers to be pretty smart dogs given the time/Patience and direction. You cant be great at fighting which is inherently in their blood without being smart and given a chance their pretty good at that!
Willie loves he's balls, loves ragging hes rope but above all he loves running he's older pal Tony (my other bull bred dog 5 years) into the ground hes weighs around 35kg so willie can just run circles around him which you can see to he's joy he loves doing. Willie is smarter and plenty more guile but if Tone's got anything he doesn't want Willie to have he's definitely not having it! So far fingers crossed I've had no issues with them bonding they've always eaten (raw) together even swap bowls mid scoffing and you can at the risk of humanising them truly do care/love for one another. I don't think big Tone would let much happen to young Willie, he's got a very protective side having mastiff in him also. They sleep under the stairs together in their Den all huddled up.
As i said he comes everywhere he can with me, Willie's favourite place apart from the fields/woods is the pub, before we get near he's tail go's more erect and ears are proudly up, he knows what coming and what comes is people saying hello to him, young Will loves nothing more than meeting and greeting and i most say I'm actually learning of him to some extent as it's been said that I'm sometimes not the most approachable, not to different to how Staffords are sometimes portrayed! I'm friendly really just know who I like.. He's a great ambassador of the bred and get compliments all the time on he's behaviour it's almost like he's got a Jekyll and Hyde personality as he's lovely and calm while out and about town
walking/pubs/cafes and such but when i let him know its game time he really does put all he's energy/spirit into it, an talking of energy if you want a couch potato Stafford I'd say stay well clear of Gary's dogs as you be in for a shock, they need plenty of stimulus and not just running it of, mind games as well.
I did plan on doing dog sports with Willie but alas it wasn't to be in any great measure as he injured he's knee at 8/9 months no single event just purely Willie going truly mental if you could see the way he jumps about (no training) twisting in the air you'd realise why, he's on the mend and I'm waiting to see how it stabilises and I shall go from there.
I'll never forget when we were sitting in the garden in that hot spell last Autumn and my other half Jenny turned to me after watching Willie chasing he's own tail going mental saying something along the lines of " what is he doing? he's bloody mental" and that about sums him up "bloody mental" but calm with it.
I would like to say if anyone near me wants to hook up with the dogs or even just meet Willie I live in Buckinghamshire, and I know a real nice farm cafe in Buckingham (larder cafe) that is very dog friendly. I'd also like to big up to all the dog men and ladies that are trying to keep this bred true to the original ethos as its pretty hard with the fur mummy brigade/breeding for looks doing everything they can to destroy it!
Big thanks to Gary as well as I went through three litters over nearly two years waiting for a male and he was a man of he's word and ended up pick of the boys so many thanks for all dealings we had, he's a gent as much as Risky's Madman Holden..
Many thanks to our good friend James for taking the time to send in this months fantastic blog post, who owns Riskys Madman Holden ''aka'' Willie The Kid..from a mating between Rivergreens's Captain Barclay x Riskys Maggie.
We will look forwards to seeing and hearing more about Willie's progress over the years to come.
Hank was born in 2006 and was bred by my good friend JT Ellison. His sire was a red pied male named Victor by his own daughter, making Hank a double bred Victor dog. His pedigree included dogs such as Jim, Joe, Warrior, Sinbad, Jess, Red and also Blue Wolf. There were two males in the litter and I picked Hank because he was a little more outgoing than his brother. My only regret on the pick was that I only picked one as there were some outstanding bitches in this litter, but I had promised my wife to only come back with the one!
Hank matured into a big dog of some 19 inches and weighed well into the 40lbs. He was a very easy going dog whom I thought if I had not had him could have been a little on the shy side, but because I had him out every day, experiencing different sounds, sights and smells he became a really well rounded dog. He too was a red pied dog. I sent my friend S McNutt pictures of him and he said he was a super looking dog, which made me right proud of him.
I share this story with the readers as a warning as to how seemingly simple situations can get quickly out of hand. The dogs of this line make super pets but at the same time they have, in the main, a strong prey drive and if roused then something bad, very bad is going to happen. There is a level of responsibility in owning one of these dogs that an owner must be aware of. Yes these dogs will be friendly with all dogs, animals who come peacefully but if challenged, they will, like the dogs of old seek to defend their master with every once of their being!
Hank would exercise in any way I wanted him to and he would do it well. He really loved running by the bike and we would do 6 miles 3 or 4 times per week no problem. I loved doing this and he was in great shape, rippling in muscle and really looking healthy.
One mid summers day we were out in the country on a private lane away from the crowds and it was lovely. The scent in the air was fragrant and the larks were singing over head. I was on the bike and Hank was in front, about 10-15 metres away, off the lead just trotting on and sniffing around here and there. To be honest I was alone with my thoughts and as I was daydreaming, miles away, you might say.I thought nothing of the small herd of young bullocks who were in the field we were passing. The bullocks got up together and began trotting in parallel to myself and Hank but on the far side of the field. Still, I was miles away and although I saw them, being a div, I did not link what they were doing had anything to do with us passing. That soon changed as the small herd of perhaps 10-15 bullocks turned right angles and galloped towards Hank who by now had spotted them, stood to attention, ears pricked, on his toes leaning in their direction!
I knew then trouble was afoot and began to call Hank back. This had absolutely had no effect as by now the herd were galloping straight at him. Still, he just stared at them. I thought they were going to crash through the barbed wire fence but as they closed in they stopped dead- almost nose to nose with Hank. There was a moments pause and that was it, Hank grabbed one of them by the nose and all hell broke loose!
The bullocks scattered, and the one with Hank on it's nose retreated back into the field and began to thrash about wildly. Hank hung on for a time before being launched into the air. It looked like one of those old Henry Alken engravings where the dog is flying through the air at a height of about 10 feet; that was Hank. He span off like a frisbee, landed and scratched straight back into the bullock who by now was galloping along with the rest towards one side of the field. I rode around to this side as fast as I could, dropped the bike and looked to get Hank out of there. When I looked, Hank had the poor beast by the throat now and had positioned himself between its front legs! The bullock was stamping on his body with it's front legs and I cringed as I felt sure it would be breaking his ribs. Again it thrashed and Hank lost his grip and span through the air like a shammy in the wind. Again he landed and I could see he had 'lost it' and was after finishing this young bull off! As the herd ran away he caught the beast by the nose and actually pinned it's nose to the floor, whereupon he began to shake his hold as hard as he could. This hurt the bull and it let out a moan and jumped like a cat off all four feet at the same time. I remember being impressed at the height it jumped? Again Hank was thrown through the air and by this time I was in the field and thought this was my chance, but disaster struck as one by one the bulls jumped the fence and ran off down the lane! My heart sank as the situation escalated. How on earth had this happened? Hank chased his bull down the lane who for some reason went in the opposite direction to the rest? As he closed in the bloodied bull suddenly turned about 180 degrees and came running back towards me! At this point I was past caring and just wanted to stop this carnage. Hank fortunately slipped on his turn and this allowed the bull a head start. I ran towards my dog and as he came racing past me I put in a rugby tackle worthy of the Six Nations! I had him! His body was trembling and he was going wild to get back at the bull once I had him back on the lead. I have no doubt in my mind this dog would have stayed at this bull for as long as it took to finish him.
I got up off the floor and ran towards my bike and as I did I saw the farmer driving along the lane towards his bulls who were now trotting as though to meet him. My heart sank again as I realised just what a mess this situation was. I now faced the dilemma of either explaining what had happened to the farmer and risk having my dog put to sleep, which he was by law entitled to do, or making a run for it?
I paused for a moment, looked down at my dog and rather cowardly decided to run for it. I'm not proud of this and felt badly as now the farmer would have to get his herd back in the field and no doubt have vets fees to pay- that bull was in a bit of a mess around the head. But I just couldn't risk losing my dog for something that was really my fault for not reading the situation as I should and getting the dog on the lead.
Hank and I raced away, across a country park and home, which was 3 miles away. He was a fit dog, but by the time we got home he was knackered. That whole battle lasted a good 10 minutes at least. I washed him down and bathed his wounds, and let him rest.
The next day he looked like he had done rounds with Tyson as he had bumps and swelling all over him. In saying that though, his spirits were fine and he was as perky as ever! What a dog?
On reflection, although it was a most unfortunate situation and one which I am not proud of, the pluck that Hank showed told me that he was quite some dog and one which I admired. With his breeding, I felt strongly that this was something I wanted to keep going. Fortunately for me, my friend Gary and I did some dealing and I was able to breed Hank to bitches carrying the same genes.
My old friend JT has passed away now and I still at times miss him terribly. He was for sure a gregarious character but he taught me many things about the dogs and enabled me to own some of the best examples of the breed. However, I am reconciled by the fact that the dogs he bred are continuing on through Barclay and his offspring.
I will enclose a picture or two of my old dog and hopefully the reader will have enjoyed the story and the pictures too. One is of Hank tied with Peppi and this mating produced Barclay. The other is Hank with my old Lurcher female Lilly. She was Greyhound x Wheaton- by the Horace dog, and was a superb hunter. She taught Hank how to hunt!
I will also enclose a link that makes me laugh and kind of captures the mood of the incident described above. Enjoy!
I would like to thank our good friend Rivergreen for sharing once again another great story for the blog page with all our Stafford enthusiasts in the UK and around the world about his great dog Hank.
Regards Gary B
Hank & Lily
Hank & Peppi
This months Blog has been sent in by my great friend Aurelien Milon who owns the magnificent
Riskys Opie in France!
I remember very well the day I first saw you in a picture, Gary was holding you in one hand and your sister in the other... i fell for you right away !
We exchanged a few messages with Gary and it was okay! I'll pick you up in January.
Couldn't wait for you to come !
"Risky's Staffords" was not an unknown kennel to me, I was always a fan of their work, and followed the breeders on the forums and the website. I was also a big fan of Riskys Red Rocco and MJ that I had been following since he was very young and so on... But I never thought I'd have my own Risky's at home !
Opie, You've been here for 7 years now. You’ve been an easy puppy, a complicated teenager who always wanted to scrap with others, and a impulsive young adult. Saying that it has always been easy between us would be lying. It took us a long time to understand and trust each other, but back now i know it was worth it.
Today you are in my eyes a very good dog, an excellent Stafford, my mate with whom I practice Weight Pulling and i'm very pleased to see that you give me back all the trust i've put into you along the years. You have a potential that many owners would like to see in their dogs. Plus, you still manage to surprise me by accepting the last one as if he had always been there, you who usually don't accept puppies and even less males !
Thank you Gary for giving me such a beautiful gift !
I would like to thank Aurelien for taking the time to write about about his dog Opie and for giving us a insight into their Journey together. Please follow Opie's progress on the link below for updates.
Regards Gary B...
Opie Weight Pull Challenge FaceBook Page
This months blog is a selection of fantastic YouTube video's from our Sister
Kennel Riskys Dutch Staffords Cathy & Roxy in action.
These dogs are truly amazing and give their owner breeder Wifred Hop 100%
at every task he puts them too, please take the time to watch each video and don't forget to subscribe to his YouTube page.
Pete was a friend of my brothers who one summers day came around with a little red Staffordshire Bull Terrier pup. My brother is seven years older than me, so I was about eight or nine at the time.
I remember it clearly how Pete had the pup on his knee, as the lads sat out on the grass by our house, talking.
Pete was always into animals, over the years, I have known him to have all kinds from geese flocks to a huge Iguana that sat on his coffee table in his living room, Goshawks to hamsters, horses and cats. He always had a way to bring out the best in whatever he had, his animals were always well looked after and always trained and very tame. Never did I see animals dirty or not well exercised. I learned that from him. Dogs aren't machines, but sentient beings and to bring out the best in them you have to build a strong relationship. It's just the way it is.
Our house back then, and which my parents still live, was a semi detached and is adjoined by what we call flats, or others might say apartments. Most of these were occupied by elderly folk at this time, and right next door to us in the flat on the ground level was an old man who had a big, shaggy black dog called Sooty. Sooty was the top dog of the area and would attack dogs that wandered past and were not ready to accept him as such. These were the days when dogs were left to roam, and called in at night. We had a little female mongrel at the time and when she came into season, we literally had dogs sat around the house for days. This made going to school for a young boy a tad difficult as the dogs would follow me and try to jump me. At these times, armed with a broom handle I would run to school over the back wall and if any of the dogs followed I would swing the stick at them and shout at them. Sooty was a bad dog who would growl and bark back at me !
Around a year later I walked out of my house to hear a dog screaming around the corner and as I approached saw Pete and his friend with their dogs. It appeared that Sooty had attacked Pete's Stafford who subsequently dealt with him quickly. Sooty wasn't looking so tough now, and the old man quickly scuttled his dog back into the flat (usually he would just leave Sooty to bully the other dogs without interference). I remember that all the kids and some of the adults were happy that the big dog and had his come-uppance at last! We didn't see Sooty for weeks, which was great as it meant I could play footy near my house without Sooty trying to steal the ball. As I look back on it, he was a very dominant and ill-raised dog indeed.
At this time there were, to my knowledge, five Staffords on our estate and I really liked them all. I would often see Pete on his bike with Red (the now grown up Stafford) running up ahead. Red would always be at a canter, not a dog trot when out on the bike. He often carried small logs in his mouth and I watched on numerous occasions how Pete would bend a branch down for Red to take hold of, then let it go, as it swung up, Red would not let go at all. He could be hanging on there for what seemed like ages to me. His muscles would be obvious, but his desire to break the branch off really impressed me. Pete also showed me how he would swim underwater too! He would through a big stone or a half brick into a brook (or a stream you might say) about a metre deep. Red would swim over it and dive down and scour the bottom for it. He may take a few dives before he would return it to Pete. I think sometimes he would just bring another stone back when he wasn't sure!
About this time my sisters boyfriend bought her a brindle Stafford and we named her Sally. She was by Battlement Major and Tinker Tina. Red was siring pups by now and just about every Stafford on our estate was by Red! They all came red or red and white and were all active types of dogs. He was very well known on the estate and many people would stop and stroke him when he was around. I remember my parents returning from a night out saying they had seen Red as they called in at the local Chinese Take away. I can't remember what Pete was up to with him but I clearly remember them being really impressed by him. I sat and listened about this 'wonder dog' and was just so impressed by him.
We decided to breed sally and for some reason we tried another dog called Butch (of all the names). Butch was a poor stud and promptly tied himself and just stood there panting, despite my dads best efforts 'to get him in'! We called Pete, and asked him if he would bring Red around the next day, he did. We let him have a sniff of sally and loosed them, sally looked as though she may be coming off her season as she bit Red on the cheek. Red promptly, took hold of her and shook her to the floor and let go, Sally got up, ran over to the darkest part of the garden and stood for Red like a good'un! Red mated her in seconds.
We had a good litter of pups from this mating and they came black brindle, red and one super female was tiger brindle. My sister and her boyfriend sold all the pups, with an older couple taking two of them.
Years later I came to understand more of Red's story and how his ancestry goes back to some of the most famous Stafford's in the breed. The KC pedigree shown for him is not his true pedigree, as so many times is the case with the dogs. He was a strongly made dog with a serious looking expression. Rose ears but without a black mask.
The pups on this blog also come down from the same true lines as Red. looking at some of the pups out of Barclay and Gary's female's it takes me right back to them. I know I am biased, but for me these Red one's are some of the best in terms of character and representation of the breed. as I see the pics of these dogs with their new owners, I do hope they appreciate what they have and that they breed wisely to ensure this line continues on for the world to enjoy.
I could tell plenty of stories of the Red dogs that were around my area as a boy but these will have to wait for another time.
I would like to take the opportunity to thank my good friend Rivergreen for taking the time to write his wonderful story about Sir Red Benji and allowing me to publish for all my Stafford enthusiasts to read..We will all be looking forwards to reading many more !
Regards Gary B.
Sir Red Benji
Myself, Barclay and Tinker outside the house of TH where Red was born almost 50 years ago.
And the line continues !!
This months blog has so kindly been sent in by my good friend Leonhard Klotz from Italy, who owns Riskys Miss Timberfake ( Nikki ). I would like to thank him for taking the time to write all about her and for all the regular updates and pictures he sends me on her progress.
I visited the Riskys Staffords Kennel this winter on a London trip. As a Staffordshire Bull Terrier enthusiast I was really curious to see the dogs in real life and to meet Gary. The high drive and great conformation of the dogs was easy to see. I loved the back and topline which made the dogs really springy and they always seemed ready to go. The two dogs I like the most were Captain Barclay and Maggie, so when Gary later on told me he had mated them I decided to get a pup.
When I came to collect her you could already see the perfect rear angulation on her and her sister.
Once at her new home she instantly made a friend in our other Stafford, Sammy a 2 year old male from the Wild Staffy Kennel.
Nikki is now 8 months old and really represents what I expected from a Riskys bred dog. Tremendous drive, cat like movement, good length of muzzle, legs and body and that typical Riskys head. She's a really people loving and affectionate young female.
I am really impressed by her agility and flexibility and fluid movements which she displays on the flirt pole and her wrestling matches with Sammy. I have hardly ever seen a Bull and Terrier type dog being able to move like her. Her weight is around 16kg and height about 44cms at the withers.
I'm really pleased with her and look forward to her progress. I could very well see some throw back to Riskys Simply the Best ( MJ ) in her.
Special thanks to Gary and my brother who took the very long car journey with me from Italy to the UK to collect Nikki. And a big thanks to my girlfriend and sister who are always helping me with the dogs.
Regards Leonhard Klotz
Please see below a catalogue of updated pictures of Rosie from my good friend Andrew Nice.
She has just turned 18months and is from a combination between Phil Green's Sid x Riskys Tazmin
We are really pleased with how she is progressing/ a cracking example typical from the Riskys Bloodline ..
Another outstanding litter sired by
''The Celebrated Captain Barclay''
Pups born on 21/07/18 from our very own Roxy Jnr.
3 males & 1 Female..
Once again a superb litter that were a joy to raise, Roxy being a very good mum taking great care of them, this being a 1st litter for her. All the pups have gone to experienced, knowledgeable Staffordshire Bull Terrier enthusiasts. People who have researched their breeder and know exactly what they are wanting and getting from us here at the Official Riskys Staffords Headquarters !!
Following on from the marvellous response we had from our previous litter in July,
I would like to introduce to you our latest 6th generation pups
and the Kennel Club Registered names..
Riskys Miss Bouya Blan.
Riskys Captain Barclay.
Riskys Royal Albert.
Riskys Fat Boy Timberfake.
Please see a selection of photos of the pups and new owners below..
Regards Gary B..
Pups @ 1 week
Pups @ 4 weeks
Pups @ 5 Weeks
Pups feeding @ 5 Weeks
The weaning process..
Pups @ 5 Weeks
Pups @ 7 Weeks
Pups 8 Weeks old waiting at the vets for 1st vaccinations/ Micro chipping and Health Check..
Another spectacular performance from our sister kennel ''Riskys Dutch Staffords'' owner breeder Wilfred Hop with his Riskys Dutch Cataleya ( Cathy ) winning the over 41cms classes..Amongst close competition at this prestige yearly athletic Staffordshire bull terrier sporting event in the Czech Republic. a total of 6 disciplines completed with Cathy the highest score at the A-Frame contest with 46 jumps.
A combined total of 33 entries competing with Cathy also getting the 2nd place overall.
I would like to congratulate Wilfred on his fantastic achievement with Cathy, all their hard work and dedication has payed off once again. a tremendous result all round doing what they do best ..
Flying the Riskys Dutch Staffords Flag !!
Wilfred and one of the winning trophies..
The above disciplines..
Group photo of all the weekends competitors..
Here's some pictures of our keeper (Ruby) from our recent litter, we are really pleased with the way she is progressing, as you will see Rivergreens Captain Barclay really stamping his mark and can be seen, displayed in Ruby's shape and make. she also shows his mannerisms in the way she moves around and just in her general day to day demeanour.. Ruby is a real joy to own and a real asset to our on going future breeding program.. Feed back from all the other pups owners is also very positive/ promising and they too are all heading in the right direction.
I have some updated pictures of them to follow soon..
Regards Gary B
Welcome to the new Riskys Staffordshire Bull Terrier Blog page.. Owners/ Founders/ Breeders Gary Bater & Chris Brand..