Monday, August 30

Jail Dogs


This is sooooooo wonderful!!!!
Deathrow dogs given a second chance, being fostered and trained by inmates.
What a GREAT program!


Gwinnett County Sheriff's Department

Sunday, August 29

Can Dogs Love?

Fabulous story!

If you want to cause a commotion in any psychology department or any other place where animal and human behaviour is studied, all that you have to do is to claim that your dog loves you. Skeptics, critics, and even some ardent supporters will pour out into the halls to argue the pros and cons of that statement.

Among the skeptics you will find the veterinarian Fred Metzger, of Pennsylvania State University, who claims that dogs probably don't feel love in the typical way humans do. Dogs make investments in human beings because it works for them. They have something to gain from putting so-called emotions out there. Metzger believes that dogs "love" us only as long as we continue to reward their behaviours with treats and attention.

For most dog owners, however, there is little doubt that dogs can truly love people. Take the story of Rocky and Rita from the Finger Lakes region of New York State, near Rochester.

Rocky was a solid 65-pound Boxer, classically colored with a chestnut brown coat and a white blaze on his chest. At the time of this story, Rocky was three years old and Rita was his eleven-year-old companion. Rocky had been given to Rita when he was ten weeks old, and she immediately bonded with him, petting him, handfeeding him, teaching him basic commands, and letting him sleep on her bed. Whenever she was not in school, the two were always together and within touching distance. The family would often fondly refer to the pair as "R and R."

Rita was a relatively timid and shy girl, and as the dog grew in stature he brought her a sense of security. When Rocky was next to her she felt confident enough to meet new people and to go to unfamiliar places. Rocky took on the roles, not only of friend and confidant, but also of defender.

When encountering strangers, he would often deliberately stand in front of Rita, as a sort of protective barrier. He seemed to be without fear, such as once when Rita was about to enter a store and two large men dressed in biker outfits burst out of the door, yelling at the shopkeeper and nearly knocking Rita over. Rocky rushed forward, putting himself between the frightened girl and the two threatening men. He braced himself and gave a low rumbling growl that carried such menace that the men backed off and gave the child and her guardian a wide berth.

There was, however, one flaw in Rocky's armour. It was a fear of water that was so extreme that it was almost pathological. Boxers are not strong swimmers in any event, and are often shy of the water. However, Rocky's fears stemmed from his puppyhood, when, at the age of seven weeks, he was sold to a family with an adolescent child. The boy had emotional problems and acted as if the attention bestowed on the new puppy somehow meant that he was less important. In a jealous rage, he put the puppy in a pillow case, knotted the top and threw it into a lake. Fortunately, the boy's father saw the incident and managed to retrieve the terrified puppy before it drowned. He scolded the boy and returned to the house. The next day the horrified parent saw his son standing waist-deep in the lake trying to drown the struggling puppy by holding him under water. This time Rocky was rescued and returned to the breeder for his own safety.

These early traumas made water the only thing that Rocky truly feared. When he came close to a body of water, he would try to pull back and seemed emotionally distressed. When Rita would go swimming in the lake, he would pace along the shore trembling and whimpering. He would watch her intently and would not relax until she returned to dry land.

One late afternoon, Rita's mother took R and R to an upscale shopping area. It was located along the edge of a lake and featured a short wooden boardwalk which was built along the shore over a sharp embankment that was 20 or 30 feet above the surface of the water. Rita was clomping along the boardwalk, enjoying the way the sounds of her footsteps were amplified by the wooden structure. It was then that a boy on a bicycle skidded on the damp wooden surface, hitting Rita at an angle which propelled her through an open section of the guard rail. She let out a shriek of pain and fear as she hurled outward and down, hitting the water face down, and then floating there unmoving.

Rita's mother was at the entrance of a store a hundred feet or so away. She rushed to the railing shouting for help. Rocky was already there, looking at the water, trembling in fear, and making sounds that seemed to be a combination of barks,whimpers, and yelps all rolled into one.

We can never know what went through that dog's mind as he stood looking at the water-the one thing that truly terrified him and that had nearly taken his life twice. Now here was a frightening body of water that seemed about to harm his little mistress. Whatever he was thinking, his love for Rita seemed to overpower his fear and he leapt out through the same open space in the rail and plunged into the water.

One can thank the genetic programming that allowed the dog to swim without any prior practice, and he immediately went to Rita and grabbed her by a shoulder strap on her dress. This caused her to roll over so that her face was out of the water and she gagged and coughed. Despite her dazed state she reached out and managed to cinch her hand in Rocky's collar, while the dog struggled to swim toward the shore. Fortunately the water was calm, they were not far from shore, and Rocky quickly reached a depth where his feet were on solid ground. He dragged Rita until her head was completely out of the water, and then stood beside her, licking her face, while he continued to tremble and whine. It would be several minutes before human rescuers would make it down the steep rocky embankment, and had it not been for Rocky, they surely would have arrived too late.

Rita and her family believe that it was only the big dog's love of the little girl that caused him to take what he must have considered a life-threatening action. This certainly casts doubt on Dr. Metzger's theory that dogs don't love us but act only out of self-interest. Why should Rocky behave in a way that he certainly felt would risk his life? Surely, if he was evaluating the costs and benefits of his actions then he would have known that, even in Rita's absence, the rest of the family would be around to feed him and take care of needs.

Marc Bekoff, a behavioural biologist at the University of Colorado, has a different interpretation. He notes that dogs are social animals. All social animals need emotions, in part as a means of communication-for instance you need to know to back off if another animal is growling. More importantly, however, emotions keep the social group together and motivate individuals to protect and support each other. Bekoff concludes that strong emotion is one of the foundations of social behaviour and is the basis of the connection between individuals in any social group, whether it is a pack, a family or just a couple in love.

Recent research has even identified some of the chemicals associated with feelings of love in humans. These include hormones such as oxytocin, which seems to help people form emotional bonds with each other. One of the triggers that causes oxytocin to be released is gentle physical touching, such as stroking. Dogs also produce oxytocin, and one of our common ways of interacting with dogs is to gently pet them, an action that probably releases this hormone associated with bonding. If dogs as social animals have an evolutionary need for close emotional ties, and they have the chemical mechanisms associated with loving, it makes sense to assume that they are capable of love, as we are.

Rocky's fear of the water was absolute, and never did abate. He continued to avoid it for the rest of his life and no one ever saw him so much as place a foot in the lake again. No one, at least not Rita or her family, ever doubted his love for her. He lived long enough to see an event occur which would not have happened had he not cared for her as much as he did. When Rita graduated from high school, she posed for a photo in her cap and gown. Beside her sat a now much older Boxer. The smiling girl had an arm around the dog, and her hand was cinched in his collar, as it was the day that Rocky unambiguously showed her just how much he loved her. ■

Dr. Stanley Coren is professor of psychology at the University of British Columbia and author of many books on dog behaviour, including The Intelligence of Dogs and How Dogs Think. His website is stanleycoren.com.



Saturday, August 28

Amber says, Eat Me!


Guess who was at the
Glenn Beck Restoring Honor Rally in DC?

My lil' daughter, the carrot! HAHA






Thursday, August 26

Amber (roar) as a Tiger


Amber today!
HEHE
I wanted peeps to see she doesn't
always get almost naked for PETA.

(They were handing out colorbooks
or pamphlets or something to kids
to not go to the zoo. This is where we differ
in opinion. Yes some zoos are bad and low
budget but some zoos I like and in
some countries with the deforestation...
without zoos, would some species dwindle?
And what about rehabilitation?
Without zoo visitors & sponsors
who would pay for rehabilitation?)


After the zoo, on the bus.
Notice the passengers,
it's like no big deal.
Cracks me up!


Wednesday, August 25

I Rescued A Human Today


Her eyes met mine as she walked down the corridor peering apprehensively into the kennels. I felt her need instantly and knew I had to help her. I wagged my tail, not too exuberantly, so she wouldn't be afraid.

As she stopped at my kennel I blocked her view from a little accident I had in the back of my cage. I didn't want her to know that I hadn't been walked today. Sometimes the shelter keepers get too busy and I didn't want her to think poorly of them.

As she read my kennel card I hoped that she wouldn't feel sad about my past. I only have the future to look forward to and want to make a difference in someone's life. She got down on her knees and made little kissy sounds at me. I shoved my shoulder and side of my head up against the bars to comfort her.

Gentle fingertips caressed my neck; she was desperate for companionship. A tear fell down her cheek and I raised my paw to assure her that all would be well.

Soon my kennel door opened and her smile was so bright that I instantly jumped into her arms. I would promise to keep her safe. I would promise to always be by her side. I would promise to do everything I could to see that radiant smile and sparkle in her eyes. I was so fortunate that she came down my corridor. So many more are out there who haven't walked the corridors. So many more to be saved. At least I could save one.



Link: blogs.dogtime.com
Picture from: opensalon.com

Amber in DC




Amber left for PETA training in Norfolk Virginia a little while ago, she was suppose to be in New York City this week learning the "ropes" from another demo coordinator. But with all the rain, the demo was canceled. So she left NYC early & ended up in Washington DC early and volunteered for a demo. I didn't think she would be doing anymore demos, but am glad she did. She looks pretty cute and I joked w/ her that if it doesn't work out at PETA she can always be a Las Vegas showgirl which I am sure she didn't think was to funny! Ha!

On a more serious note... the demo looks fun and yummy BUT there is a serious side and that is the UNITED STATES of AMERICA - YOUR COUNTRY. YOUR HOME SWEET HOME. THE LAND OF FREEDOM!!!!! There is no rights for chickens at all. No laws. No penalties. Notta. HOPEFULLY this recent egg recall will help put laws into the books! In other countries it is illegal to treat chickens the way the USA farm industry treats them.

Here are some facts:

Cages stacked 10 high. Chickens under get pooped on constantly.

Beaks cut off. Otherwise they would peck each other to death.

Each chicken has room of a single piece of notebook paper.

Dead, decomposing chickens are left in cages for weeks before noticed.

Feet/Claws deformed from the wire cages.

Normally chickens live for 20 yrs. - 18 months is how long they live in this condition and are ground up and fed back to the chickens.

They never see the sunlight, they never feel the grass or ground beneath them.
DONT BUY EGGS FROM FACTORY FARMS!!!!!
Have you ever heard of stress hormones?
Your eating it in ever egg purchased from these conditions.

BUY RANGE FREE ORGANIC EGGS
or BUY from a neighbor or local farmer that cares for his chickens and lets them run around or stop eating eggs. We don't need them to survive. Just yesterday I made the best oatmeal raisin cookies and I used ground flax seed & water in place of 2 eggs.

Did you also know... that when in a baby chick is still inside the egg, the mother hen will chirp to her chick and the chick will chirp back. It's something to think about.

Animals are a gift. Don't treat them like garbage.

Okay, stepping off my soap box and on with the show:



More here:
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Monday, August 23

Connie has her wings!


When Ted bought the wings
(from a friend of a friends of a friend)
he knew he was going to be re-painting them.
Well when he took off the sides,
he noticed the wood underneath (inside)
was rotten on just one of the wings.
He bought some marine plywood
and went ahead and cut out two new ones
recovered them, then painted.




Isn't Connie looking great?
Now this is just one side (still gold on other side)
and the white still needs to be painted on both sides.
The wings aren't permanently on there.
They need a spacer, and would have to come
off anyway to paint the white.

We live in Western Washington
that means Ted has got to get going
on the roof! It needs to be scraped, resealed,
gutters removed, resealed and put back
before it starts raining. Because once the rain
starts its not going to stop for months!!!
Otherwise Connie will need to be covered
and that will all have to be done next Spring.

Wednesday, August 18

wig + dog = good times


This is what happens when 2 weird adults are bored in the afternoon, they try wigs on dogs and laugh their asses off until they can't breath.


Lola is one hot mess!

Where as Apple looks like an old bag lady.


Saturday, August 14

Fab Article!!!!

10 Great Ways for Kids to Help at the Animal Shelter

Your local animal shelter needs help. News of chaos dogging animal welfare programs seems to be everywhere, from earthquake recovery efforts inHaiti to shelter mismanagement in Dallas and misdirected policies on dealing with strays in Memphis. These are important issues that deserve our attention and action. But just because your local shelter isn't making headlines doesn't make it immune to needing support of its own from you and your family.

As much as animals (and shelters) need support from families like yours, kids need animals, too. Animals and people seem, historically, to be made for each other — and removing pets from the family mix may be snipping children's empathetic heartstrings. Children from violent homes are more likely to be cruel to animals than children from stable, loving homes.

It seems evident, then, that raising children in empathetic relationship to animals is the way to go. But what if keeping a pet at home simply isn't in the cards? And thus, our topic turns back again to the local animal shelter — where despite some age-related limitations, there may be more opportunities for your child to contribute than you think.

Not all animal shelters accept volunteers under the age of 16. Working with animals that are sick or have been mistreated calls for solid judgment, an even emotional head and a strong, steady hand. We've identified a sampler of ideas that may inspire animal-lovers of 10 or so and older:

  • Socializing the kitty-cats is pretty straightforward: sit down near some cats, wait for one or more to stroll your way, snuggle, repeat.
  • Dogs can be a little more challenging to handle, but the principles are the same. Most kids do a pretty good job at petting, praising and cuddling.
  • Walking the dogs takes a little more maturity. Kids must be able to control dogs that pull and jerk to get away, and they should be aware of how far they can go and when it's time to head back. A buddy system with a grownup is the safest choice.
  • Younger children can help collect and make things the animals can use: old towels for bedding, decorated cardboard boxes ("kitty hotels") for cats to curl up in, and of course anything the shelter can use in the way of animal care or administrative supplies.
  • Most shelters have a wish list (and they can all use donations), and organizing a good old-fashioned car wash, lemonade stand or similar effort to meet those needs is fun and produces a tangible result.
  • Staff members may need help grooming, watering and feeding the animals — a perfect chance for supervised interaction.
  • What about the basics? Teens can help with basic office tasks like filing, phone message and assisting visitors.
  • Even grunt work can be fun when it's done around wagging tails and purring voices. Sweeping, cleaning, folding towels ... These mundane tasks become much more exciting with the friendly companionship of various dogs and cats.

Don't be discouraged if your shelter at first tells your child "no." Ask about their policies and how else your child could help. Some may be more open to the idea once kids have proven their dedication at less exciting, more administrative tasks or projects like collecting bedding; volunteering as a family might also pave the way. If there's just not a good fit for your kids, ask if the shelter can recommend another outlet.

  • Perhaps the shelter can suggest an older person who could use an extra pair of hands to care for a beloved pet.
  • What about a veterinarian who might be willing to accept a young "intern?"

Kids and animals are a natural combination; throw in some enthusiastic persistence, and your kids should be able to find someplace to share their love for animals and give back to the animals and community they live in.

Apartment dogs

Love this article, pug, chihuahua, boston terrier!
WooHoo! :-)

Great Dogs for Apartment Living
Link: pawnation.com

small dogs

So you want a furry companion, but your home isn't exactly a sprawling canine shambala, but more like a 400 square foot efficiency apartment. Hey, we can't all live on a farm now, can we?

Believe it or not, plenty of dogs are perfectly happy with a few potty breaks and brisk walk in the park. Certified professional dog trainer Jane Del Re of Spots2Stripes thinks there is a dog out there that will fit your lifestyle as long as you're willing to do the work. Here are a few things to keep in mind before you bring your pooch home:


1) Check into what your apartment complex restricts and excludes. "You wouldn't believe how often people forget to check," says Del Re. Your building may have size or weight limitations.

2) Speak with friends and professionals for recommendations of breeds that might be a good fit for your lifestyle. For example, if you want a dog that doesn't need a high level of exercise, Del Re recommends "dogs that were bred to be pets like pugs, Maltese, Boston terriers, pekingese or the Italian greyhound." Another important thing to consider is how much the breed tends to bark as that can make life miserable for you and your neighbors.

A Few Breeds to Consider

Pug: Many of the breed's avid fans stress the pug's laid-back and family-friendly qualities, including even a tolerance for cats and other pets. In fact, the American Kennel Club (AKC) nominates the breed as ideal for apartment-dwellers, stating "They are comfortable in small apartments because they need minimal exercise." Not only are pugs know for their sweet, calm dispositions, they're not generally prone to excessive barking -- a nice trait when you've got neighbors coming and going at all hours of the day.

Chihuahua
: No list of apartment-friendly dogs would be complete without this classic toy breed. The secret behind the chihuahua's mystique seems to be the breed's tiny size mixed with its larger than life personality. On account of their diminutive stature, chihuahuas "require little exercise and are good city dogs," reports the AKC. It also describes the chihuahua's personality as "alert" and "terrier-like," and like terriers these pups can sometimes be a little on the yappy side. On the other hand, they are more than happy with a only few potty breaks throughout the day and maybe a short walk.

Maltese: Due to their small size, minimal exercise needs, and overall cuteness factor, the Maltese most certainly deserve a spot on the apartment friendly list. The AKC describes them as "gentle-mannered" while at the same time "lively, playful and fearless," making them a hugely popular choice as a companion dog. However, there is a significant grooming requirement -- the American Maltese Association recommends "A daily once-over with a pin brush or steel-tooth comb." According to the AKC, the breed's unique combination of playfulness and tenderness makes the Maltese a "great family dog."

Boston Terrier: Want a dog with some manners? Maybe you should consider a breed that has been nicknamed "the American Gentleman" due to its "dapper appearance, characteristically gentle disposition and suitability as companion and house pet," according to the AKC. True to their namesake location, Boston terriers make excellent city dogs because of their easy trainability, short coats, and modest exercise requirements. Also boosting their apartment/condo appeal, Bostons are known for their friendliness toward strangers and neighbors.

West Highland White Terrier: More commonly known by its handy nickname, the "Westie" makes for a spunky, intelligent companion that's well-suited for apartment living. The AKC describes the Westie's personality as "devoted" and "happy," stressing that they often excel in AKC obedience competitions. Thanks to their small size, this highly trainable breed doesn't need a sprawling backyard and even "makes a wonderful travel companion," according to the AKC. To top it all off Westies shed very little, making them a very tidy and considerate roommate.

If small dogs just aren't your cup of tea, don't despair. Del Re is a firm believer that any dog can be an apartment dog, as long as the owner is committed to meet that dog's potty break and exercise requirements. "That's the real test," Del Re explains.

Friday, August 13

Nina's fatty tumor

Pickles, Nina' & Teddy.
Notice anything weird?
Well besides Pickles looking like
a hooker w/ her legs spread open. Ha!


My little dog Nina' has a fatty tumor.
When we first took her to the vets to have it looked at, it wasn't that big. He inserted a syringe and pulled out air. He told us its just a fatty tumor. He said, it would get bigger and be unsightly. Some people will have it removed on their dogs but in Nina's case, she can't. She has a congestive heart failure and a murmur. She has a very high risk of dying under anesthesia. She was born w/ the murmur and the heart condition has come on with age. She doesn't have as much energy as she used to, but of course she is a senior and when she starts playing or gets excited she starts gagging and coughing. Anyway... I wonder how large this tumor is going to get?

Links: Lipomas aka Fatty Tumors

Banana Blueberry Muffins

Another reason why I love my iPad so much! Recipes!!!
Is this handy or what?


(The piggy on the wall
use to say EAT CHICKEN
I had made it when I lived in
McKinney, TX after seeing one
similar in a Country Living magazine,
a few months ago, I re-painted it
and added EAT TOFU.)


There are quite a few iPad apps to download and install from the App store. OR just search the internet & bake away. :-)

Today I was using VegWeb app.


This particular recipe was for Banana Blueberry Muffins, I was at Whole Foods last weekend and the blueberries looked wonderful and I had been craving Blueberry muffins big time!!!

(Tacky looking muffin/cupcake pan I know. I have another one thats shiny and new, but like always I always grab my ol' favorite even if it looks bad.)

Banana Blueberry Muffins

1 lg banana
1/3 cup oil
2 tsp vanilla
3/4 cup sugar
1 & 1/2 Tbs ground flax seeds
2 tsp. baking powder
1 tsp. baking soda
1 cup soymilk w/ 1 & 1/2 Tbs vinegar
1/4 tsp. salt
1/2 tsp. cinnamon
2 1/4 cup flour
blueberries

Add vinegar to soymilk and set aside
(your making vegan buttermilk!)
Mash banana in a bowl, add
oil, sugar, vanilla & flax seeds.

Add in baking powder & soda, salt, cinnamon and flour. Mix, add in your mock buttermilk. :-) Fold in blueberries (notice there is not measurement for this so the sky is the limit! I added 2 cups.)

Bake in a sprayed muffin tin (or cupcake papers) for 25 min at 350 degrees. I increased baking time than what recipe stated because the muffins were HUGE! :-)



Thursday, August 12

Were cheating! :-O


While going down the highway Sunday, we looked over and both of us were drooling. Is this cute or what? Its an Airstream and after googling, I am going to say its the SPORT model for 30K! Yikes!
Want!
Isn't it cheating if your lusting after another?
Ohhhhh poor broke down "Connie."
Gah! I wish it was finished already!

If we become quite the campers, in a few years I think we are going to upscale to the airstream. It's sooooooo nice. &&& FYI on the side of the vehicle pulling it, it said, "Just Married." Awwww I wonder where they were going?

Wednesday, August 11

If I Didn't Have a Dog or Cat...


I could walk around the yard barefoot in safety.


My house could be carpeted instead of tiled and laminated.

All flat surfaces, clothing, furniture, and cars would be free of hair.

When the doorbell rings, it wouldn't sound like a kennel.

When the doorbell rings, I could get to the door without wading through fuzzy bodies who beat me there.

I could sit on the couch and my bed the way I wanted, with out taking into consideration how much space several fur bodies would need to get comfortable.


I would have money, and no guilt to go on a real vacation.


I would not be on a first-name basis with 6 veterinarians, as I put their yet unborn grandkids through college.

The most used words in my vocabulary would not be: out, sit, down, come, no, stay, and leave it ALONE.

My house would not be cordoned off into zones with baby gates or barriers.


I would not talk 'baby talk'. 'Eat your din din'. 'Yummy yummy for the tummy'..


My house would not look like a day care center, toys everywhere.

My pockets would not contain things like poop bags, treats and an extra leash.

I would no longer have to spell the words B-A-L-L, W-A-L-K, T-R-E-A-T, O-U-T, G-O, R-I-D-E, C-O-O-K-I-E

I would not have as many leaves INSIDE my house as outside.

I would not look strangely at people who think having ONE dog/cat ties them down too much.

I'd look forward to spring and the rainy season instead of dreading 'mud' season.

I would not have to answer the question 'Why do you have so many animals?' from people who will never have the joy in their lives of knowing they are loved unconditionally by someone as close to an angel as they will ever get.

How EMPTY my life would be!!! :-)

Amber left for PETA


My daughter left for PETA (Norfolk, Virginia) today, with a minor stop in Indiana to visit a friend. She will be gone until September 3rd. She will be in training to be a demo coordinator. I am thrilled for her, this has always been one of her dream jobs. But we will miss her too...

Monday, August 9

Get the kleenex. :-(

Do you remember me? I died because you entered my home without permission.

You had been delivering to our home for years and years! Some of your co-workers used to even bring doggy biscuits. So did you, until the ban came into effect! You had come to my home so many times to put a delivery in the black box on the porch. Why did you not call my mommy that day, to alert her that you were coming? Was that the way you wanted it?

My name was Brutus and I was a Staff terrier cross. I want to tell you a bit about myself so that you understand what you have done to me and to my family.

I loved my mommy and daddy and my family. I especially loved the babies! I used to love to cuddle and play with them. Did you know they loved me, too? I watch them from heaven now and Baby Tara still cries for me and yells at my mommy, wanting her to bring me back.

Did you know that my mommy raised me from the time I was 2 weeks old? Did you know that I was found in a shoe box behind a Dumpster in the middle of the winter, and I was shaved and cut and burnt and my mommy took care of me and made me better and then kept me because she couldn’t let go of me? Did you know my momma sat up many nights with me, holding me when I was scared?

Did you know I licked the tears from my girls’ faces when they fell (while) Rollerblading? Did you know I used to cuddle with Tigger the cat and sleep with my head on her? Did you know that I would chase my tail when momma gave me a hand sign?

Did you know that I took care of my mommy when she had seizures or when the vertigo made her sick? It was the least I could do for all that she did for me for the 16 years that she took care of me. I loved her so!

Did you know when I was diagnosed with cancer, momma helped me and kept me alive for 9 more years than they said I would live? The cancer did not kill me, you did though. Do you remember?

Did you know my mommy took very good care of me as I aged and started going blind and deaf? Mommy always told me that she would be my seeing eye mommy and that she would protect me, But she couldn’t protect me from you, and now she cries a lot; did you know that? Do you care that my daddy’s dog almost died because it stopped eating for a long time after I was gone?

Did you know that even though I was going blind and deaf, I could understand what momma wanted me too do through hand signals and gentle touches too my side?

Did you know that I was very, very scared and all alone at that place that they made my mommy take me?

Did you know they told my mommy I didn’t eat for 8 whole days and just lay there shaking and scared? Did they tell you I had a lot of seizures because my momma wasn’t there to help me when I was scared?

Did you know I could hear her out there begging for me? Did you know that my mommy wasn’t allowed to even see me, nor was my daddy, or other family members?

The people at the shelter told them I was going to die, and my momma wanted to be with me and let me die at the vet’s, but the people wouldn’t let her take me there? Did you know I died scared and alone, without my mommy? Do you care?

Can you tell me why you came into my home without permission, even though you were making a delivery? My mommy had always asked that you call our home before you came so that someone could watch out for your car. You see, my mommy knew that people were after doggies of all kinds and wanting to use the laws against the dogs. After all, we are just dogs right? Did you ever wonder how it would affect us? Did you not think of all those you were going to hurt? Did you know I wasn’t ready to die and leave mommy? Did you know that momma still cries for me and it’s been months and months since I’ve gone up here to heaven?
Did you know I was shaking and scared near the end, but I knew that if my momma could have gotten to me that she would have been there? Did you know that doggies can cry? And they can be sad and scared?

Did you know that I didn’t mean too bite you? I only wanted you to stop shaking that bag and leave my house. I heard momma say her arms and heart are empty now. Can you please tell my mommy not to cry anymore because I’m always at her side, watching over her?

I get sad sometimes because mommy sees the pit bulls and Staff terriers that are dying because of people trying to make money, and she knows that there are more mommies out there crying like her.

Even though you took my life, I can’t be angry or hate. It’s not in my breed. Did you know that?

SIGNED BRUTUS, MOMMA’S BABY


Saturday, August 7

Sister Wives


a. I love reality tv
b. I love the show Big Love on HBO
(if you have never seen it, it stars Bill Paxton who is a polygamist who has 3 wives! It's jaw-dropping tv! Think religious Sopranos.)
Any who... I am so excited I can't even contain myself.
I love waking up and reading something that gets me so excited!

Combine Reality TV & Polygamy and you get a new reality show that follows a Polygamist, his 3 sister wives, a ton of children and his pursuing of a 4th wife!!!
Can we all say AMEN!!! haha

Sister Wives
Sept 26th
Channel - TLC


Links:
Lifestyle - Salt Lake Tribune
Washington Post



P.S. The lifestyle is not for me. I am just too jealous!!! But... I feel as a country if consenting ADULT men & women want to all be married together then that is their decision and it should be open and okay. I think its sad that they have to live in hiding and have it be shameful. We should not be judging one another. Not all polygamist are cult leaders that marry off children to old men like we have seen in the news.

Friday, August 6

Brace Yourselves!!!

F%&K!

This is not a joke,
this is real!
I am just dumbfounded
on the whys of it all!
It makes me feel sick!


via vegansaurus.com

Apparently this is real and not photoshopped at all, or so says Susannah Breslin, who’s unearthed a trend in Russia of tattooing their hairless Sphynx cats.

via hubpages.com

Having an ink artist prick your skin with a needle injecting ink for hours to create a permanent work of art on your body is painful for most humans. Now imagine having it done to an animal.

You can have a tattoo of a cat but a new trend is emerging concerning hairless felines. The Sphinx, or New Mexican Hairless Cat breed , a hairless cat dating back to the ancient Pharaohs, is the latest victim of attention seeking owners.

The hairless, winkled Siamese-shaped cat is now becoming popular with tattoo shops. Photos of a tattooed cat first showed up on the internet, since march 2009, on a number of blogs.

swapmeetdave.com photo credit
swapmeetdave.com - photo credit
crainium.net photo credit
crainium.net - photo credit

tattooing a cat

The procedure takes a little over three hours and of course the cat is anesthetized. Anyone that owns a cat knows, you don't come near it and poke it without tearing you up! After the cat is put out,the artist can turn him in any direction to accomplish the task at hand. The dazed cat is an unwilling participant in this procedure. When it awakes, it surely is in pain and confused.

Are we humans so shallow and materialistic, that we see our pets as just another possession?

I am NOT inserting the video here,
but if you want to see a cat being
tattooed its on youtube:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WZaO58QT4V4


Google Search:
Tatooing Animals
There are so many links. :-(


Excuse me while I go cry now.