About fifteen years ago, they became the preferred dog in some quarters because, with a bit of judicious mucking about in back yards, you could get something that could pass for a Pit Bull but argue it was a Staffy Cross. So the 'men' had something that they thought made them look hard as nails, but would be able to persuade their girlfriends was 'just a Nanny Dog'. There would also be the idea that having a big one would make it in demand as a 'stud' and they'd make a fortune tax free because any back yard breeder would be falling over themselves to give them the Pick of the Litter to sell on. Five hundred quid a time, those pups were in 2004.
Naturally, once those hard as nails people fucked off to knock up the next victim, the Mums were stuck with immensely strong animals that hadn't been socialised properly because Darren always dealt with the discipline kicking the crap out of the poor fucking thing when it turned out to be soppy as hell and nobody was particularly scared of them and because Darren didn't like the idea of a male dog getting its knackers chopped off or not 'letting' the bitch have two litters because that meant giving up the idea of having around Four Grand in his pocket for a new car after two years , it was also exhibiting undesirable behaviour/bleeding over the place and attracting attention from random dogs on rare walks. So, with four kids with another on the way in the flat, no maintenance and the council on her back, she gave the dog up. Or Darren decided the Staffy was a bit common and a Real Man's Dog would be something that looked like a wolf, so decided to get a Husky and give the poor mutt its marching orders.
Repeat many times over on council estates across the land and you get a wonderful type of dog being completely fucked over by the sort of scum that have no business having dogs in the first place.
They are wonderful family dogs. But too many of the people who chose them weren't wonderful families.
I'm just miffed/worried my favourite breeds are threatening to become trendy once the novelty of big, hairy, heat intolerant ones and little mongrels with stupid names wears off. Keep your chavvy mitts of my Beagles and working Cocker Spaniels.