Showing posts with label dogs. Show all posts
Showing posts with label dogs. Show all posts

Wednesday, February 6, 2013

Reason to NOT dump your pet at the shelter.

The shelter manager's letter:
"I am posting this (and it is long) because I think our society needs a huge wake-up call.

As a shelter manager, I am going to share a little insight with you all - a view from the inside, if you will.  Maybe if you saw the life drain from a few sad, lost, confused eyes, you would change your mind about breeding and selling to people you don't even know - that puppy you just sold will most likely end up in my shelter when it's not a cute little puppy anymore.

How would you feel if you knew that there's about a 90% chance that dog will never walk out of the shelter it is going to be dumped at - purebred or not! About 50% of all of the dogs that are "owner surrenders" or "strays" that come into my shelter are purebred dogs.

No shortage of excuses.
The most common excuses I hear are:

We are moving and we can't take our dog (or cat).
Really? Where are you moving to that doesn't allow pets?

The dog got bigger than we thought it would.
How big did you think a German Shepherd would get?

We don't have time for her.
Really? I work a 10-12 hour day and still have time for my 6 dogs!

She's tearing up our yard.
How about bringing her inside, making her a part of your family?

They always tell me:
We just don't want to have to stress about finding a place for her. We know she'll get adopted - she's a good dog. Odds are your pet won't get adopted, and how stressful do you think being in a shelter is?

Well, let me tell you. Dead pet walking!

Your pet has 72 hours to find a new family from the moment you drop it off, sometimes a little longer if the shelter isn't full and your dog manages to stay completely healthy.
If it sniffles, it dies.

Your pet will be confined to a small run/kennel in a room with about 25 other barking or crying animals. It will have to relieve itself where it eats and sleeps. It will be depressed and it will cry constantly for the family that abandoned it.

If your pet is lucky, I will have enough volunteers that day to take him/her for a walk. If I don't, your pet won't get any attention besides having a bowl of food slid under the kennel door and the waste sprayed out of its pen with a high-powered hose.

If your dog is big, black or any of the "bully" breeds (pit bull, rottweiler, mastiff, etc) it was pretty much dead when you walked it through the front door. Those dogs just don't get adopted.

If your dog doesn't get adopted within its 72 hours and the shelter is full, it will be destroyed.

If the shelter isn't full and your dog is good enough, and of a desirable enough breed, it may get a stay of execution, though not for long. Most pets get very kennel protective after about a week and are destroyed for showing aggression. Even the sweetest dogs will turn in this environment.
 
If your pet makes it over all of those hurdles, chances are it will get kennel cough or an upper respiratory infection and will be destroyed because shelters just don't have the funds to pay for even a $100 treatment.

The grim reaper:
Here's a little euthanasia 101 for those of you that have never witnessed a perfectly healthy, scared animal being "put-down".  First, your pet will be taken from its kennel on a leash. They always look like they think they are going for a walk - happy, wagging their tails. That is, until they get to "The Room".

Every one of them freaks out and puts on the breaks when we get to the door. It must smell like death, or they can feel the sad souls that are left in there. It's strange, but it happens with every one of them. Your dog or cat will be restrained, held down by 1 or 2 vet techs (depending on their size and how freaked out they are). A euthanasia tech or a vet will start the process. They find a vein in the front leg and inject a lethal dose of the "pink stuff". Hopefully your pet doesn't panic from being restrained and jerk it's leg. I've seen the needles tear out of a leg and been covered with the resulting blood, and been deafened by the yelps and screams.

They all don't just "go to sleep" - sometimes they spasm for a while, gasp for air and defecate on themselves.  When it all ends, your pet's corpse will be stacked like firewood in a large freezer in the back, with all of the other animals that were killed, waiting to be picked up like garbage.

What happens next? Cremated? Taken to the dump? Rendered into pet food? You'll never know, and it probably won't even cross your mind. It was just an animal, and you can always buy another one, right?

Liberty, freedom and justice for all.
I hope that those of you that have read this are bawling your eyes out and can't get the pictures out of your head. I do everyday on the way home from work. I hate my job, I hate that it exists and I hate that it will always be there unless people make some changes and realize that the lives you are affecting go much farther than the pets you dump at a shelter.

Between 9 and 11 MILLION animals die every year in shelters and only you can stop it. I do my best to save every life I can but rescues are always full, and there are more animals coming in everyday than there are homes.

My point to all of this is DON'T BREED OR BUY WHILE SHELTER PETS DIE!

Hate me if you want to - the truth hurts and reality is what it is.

I just hope I maybe changed one person's mind about breeding their dog, taking their loving pet to a shelter, or buying a dog. I hope that someone will walk into my shelter and say "I saw this thing on craigslist and it made me want to adopt".
That would make it all worth it."

Author unknown

Wednesday, November 24, 2010

Missed me?

It's been a while since I have blogged. Life has been throwing things left and right in this direction, but nothing I cannot handle. It has been mostly good though.

Thanksgiving is tomorrow and I cannot wait. I am thankful for A LOT of things. I am thankful for a wonder husband who supports me in my endeavors, no matter how crazy they may sound at the time. He sees the big picture and is by my side every step of the way. He truly is the love of my life and my best friend. I am thankful for a healthy and wonderful daughter. Who pushes me everyday to be the best person that I can be and by living that example, she is following in my footsteps (just hope that she does not have the detours that I have had along the way). I am thankful for my family and the love and support that I have from them as well. My friends rock and are there no matter what. I am also thankful for my dog. She is my girl and has taught me a lot about life through the years. I am thankful for where and who I work for. Pushing me to go back to law school to get my J.D.

The holidays are upon us and it is going to get hectic. The vacation house should be ready soon and I look forward to spending lots of time there with my family and friends.

I am truly blessed and life is good. The best thing is that life just keeps getting better!!!

Happy Thanksgiving and Holidays :)

Friday, August 27, 2010

Dear Chessie:


I tried to be the best dog mom to you that I could. I am sorry that there was nothing that could be done to make you better. I had to make that hard decision and while looking in your eyes at the initial exam and me thinking I am going to have to end up putting you down, was the hardest thing to do. Getting the phone call from the vet telling me what our options were, but the end result and most comfortable way for you was to put you down. I am glad that I was there and the last person that you saw and was with when you took your final breath.

Sure, I got you as an adult rescue six years ago. Not knowing exactly how old you were and what your upbringing was, but you were a challenge and an awesome one at that. Eating my Kenneth Cole heels, your fine taste in my couch among the other things that you annihilated in the house, not to mention your pee/pooh place in my office and ruining my hardwood floors, rugs and the carpeting in the bedroom. Yes, the carpeting in the bedroom. I was not too fond of the color either, and with you using it as your bathroom at times, made it easier for me to pull it up and get rid of it faster than I wanted. Your craziness with thunderstorms and freaking out trying to get into bed with me, meanwhile, panting loudly/nervously and shaking the bed. Not to mention your digging to China in my closet.

In saying that, you were an awesome dog who let Miles (my nephew) and Tayler ride like a horse. You never left Tayler's side when she was home. You were mothering to Roux (my other dog) although I thought that you two had lesbian tendencies, but I'll stick with your maternal nurturing of Roux.

You were a challenge that I would take and do all over again. You taught me patience and even though I got angry, I did not stay angry at you long. You were very loving and understanding of moods and always there.

I will miss you and I do look forward to bringing you home on Tuesday (ashes). You will always be in our hearts.

xoxo

Tuesday, April 27, 2010

Ahhhh the good life :)

I am born, raised, and live in New Orleans. I bleed purple and gold as I am an LSU alumni and intend on going back and finish getting my J.D. Family law would be a good thing to get into and I have my foot in the door of a few law firms when I do decide to finish this degree.

I have a beautiful daughter who is 13 years old. She keeps her father and I busy. She plays travel softball year round as well as tumbles/gymnastics during the summer. She has a wonderful stepmother who loves her as her own. and a kick ass stepsister. It is nice that everyone gets along as we all do. I guess that is what happens when you truly do know people before you have kids.

I have a wonderful husband, Jody. He and I have been through a lot and our bond gets stronger more and more every day. He is my best friend, my soul mate. We met six years ago and have been married for three of those. This is my first marriage, his second. I love that he supports me in any endeavor and he truly understands me. I am not the most easiest person to live with, but he accepts me for me and I could not be any luckier.

We have three kids together. Well, kids meaning animals. There is Roux (my lab/catahoula mix), Kasey (his cat), and our love child, Chessie, who is a chocolate lab.

Jody has a son from a previous marriage. He is 11 years old and lives with his mom and her husband. He is a good kid and plays video games most of the time. He has said that he wants to be a gamer when he gets older. More power to him on that one. He is very smart and a straight A student who also plays baseball.

Ahhhh the good life :)