Last week I read a story at HuffPo about Oreo, a 1yo pit bull mix that had been tossed off of a roof in New York. The ASPCA had decided to put her down because of her unpredictable behaviour around humans and other dogs. Hundreds of individuals and animal rescue groups disagreed with that decision and sought other options. Friday ASPCA New York euthanized Oreo saying that she was not capable of being rehabilitated. The comments to the HuffPo piece yesterday cover both sides of the issue. I’m thinking that if many of the dogs rescued from the dog fighting ring funded by Michael Vick could be rehabilitated why not this 1yo animal. Is ASPCA New York so all knowing that they’re not willing to give qualified people a chance with animals they deem unfit?
The number of animals euthanized by shelters in this country is a disgrace. That guardians of animals are so irresponsible that their animals end up in mass graves somewhere is an even greater disgrace.
I was going to the convenience store down the block from work last week and there was a nice convertible parked in front. In the passenger seat was a beautiful brown and white pit bull. She watched me approach and when I said, "Hi, baby" she got all happy, tail wagging, no barking. Her guardian came out just then and we started talking. Honey is a purebred Staffordshire Pit Bull and is great around strangers as I easily found out. It seems that pit bull mixes are the ones we hear about most and it’s the guardians who are mostly responsible for the horror stories we hear. The macho factor. There’s a school just down the street from work and I see parents walking to pick up their kids every day. Some bring their dogs with them and a few are pit bulls. These dogs certainly don’t have a problem with either adults or children. Just happy puppers glad for all the attention they get. I haven’t had a dog since I was a kid but have known dog owners all my life. The one thing they’ve all agreed on is that an animal’s behaviour is molded by their owner.
The Pinellas County SPCA has had to review their procedures after a number of dog owners had their animals put down before they were notified that the SPCA even had their animals. One dog had been picked up running loose and turned over to the SPCA. The dog had a collar and tags. The owner had called the SPCA to see if their dog had been found and was told no. The next day the SPCA called the owner saying they had the animal and that he could be picked up. When the owners arrived to pick up the dog they found the animal had been put down the previous evening. The hue and cry by this owner brought people who had suffered the same fate out of the woodwork. An announcement that SPCA was reviewing its procedures followed.
Be sure you have your animals microchiped. It just might save a life, although as we see there are no guarantees.
Two more broken bowls as Nagi, the Prince of Darkness, and his running mate of the moment continue to tear the house up. Last night Gabby got up on the counter and pulled half of my turkey sub onto the floor. I had just gotten the damn thing. He pulled it out of the paper wrapper and, I guess, jumped down with it. I hadn’t been out of the kitchen 5 minutes. Came back in and he and Igraine come flying out of the kitchen. There on the floor in front of the fridge is half my sub. Much shouting and threats filled the air. Fifteen minutes later Gabby was settled in next to his brother Shiimsa in front of me, under the coffee table, looking all innocent an’ shit. Little devil.
No lolcats this week. Oreo’s story took me out of the mood. RIP Oreo. I think you could have gotten a better deal.



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SD, did you see this story about an Animal Control officer in Stoughton, MA gave away a woman’s dog to a friend? Needless to say, she is now the former animal control officer.
Unfortunately, I’m not surprised by this kinda stuff anymore and that’s sad.
When I first read of Oreo I had hopes that ASPCA New York would give her chance. That they didn’t really took me off center.
Morning SD.
Nagi is my kinda kitteh. No doubt he is completely aware that his behavior is naughty but will continue to act with impunity because he knows Daddy has a soft spot for him. Heh. SD, you are owned.
LOL, yer right. As we speak he’s curled up in the recliner. He was in my lap Friday night when Shiimsa jumped up and tried to snuggle his way onto my lap as well. Nagi bit him and was redirected to the floor by the dad for his trouble. They rotate time in the recliner when I’m not in it. Now that its gotten cool there’s a tiger in every chair I sit in. At the computer all I have to do is get up and Feurae’s in it before I can sit back down. He’s sitting at the corner of the table waiting for me to get up. What a difference the cool weather makes. I need a chair and whip. With a top hat. Can’t forget the top hat.
Gracie likes to sleep on the back of our overstuffed green rocker- recliner. It’s easy to remove her from her spot…just have to sit down in the chair and she is ejected kitty-pult style (landing softly on the seat cushion). She registers serious complaint for this with backear.
Our heating vent blows directly on the dining room table, so as the weather gets cooler, Gracie and Abner set up camp there. *sigh* They are so ill behaved, and I just don’t have the heart to deny them vent warmth.
The back of the recliner used to be Ptah’s territory. Now Gabby and Feurae do their monorail kitteh imitation there as well. They’ve all been ejected at one time or another. I get a hiss usually before they go off to plot revenge.
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I can just picture that….
I read about Vick’s former dogs. They saved all but a few of them, and those were mostly sick. Some of them aren’t adoptable, though, because they’re now afraid of people.
Some people shouldn’t be allowed to have pets.
Some animal control and SPCA people shouldn’t have those jobs, either. (There was one in the part of Texas where I live, who apparently went out cruising the roads for dogs he could pick up and get paid for, even when they weren’t even in his county.)
Just returned from a visit to my son. When I was packing last week, they knew I would be going away for awhile, and pouted. When I got back yesterday, Fluffy was curled up in my last seat on the couch, and absolutely would not move. Okay, it’s a big couch. Cleocatra hid, but then came out and fussed at me, before curling up behind me on the couch. Now it’s been a day, and I’m forgiven. Except for vomiting on the window sill, just to remind me they’re in charge, I guess.
Hi SD- That story about the SPCA got to me. So sad, and so irresponsible.
But pretty shocking to hear this at an SPCA shelter.
I’ve gotten a bit disheartened about rescue places since I adopted Tootsie, and then looked to adopt another cat from another place. I just don’t understand some of the bad parts.
When I went to adopt Tootsie, I was caught off guard at the last minute- the petfinder ad from the rescue agency said she was FIV/ FeLV negative. But, when I was about to sign the papers, the woman said, oh, btw, we assume that she is FIV/ FeLV negative, but we didn’t have her tested because she’s always been indoors. But, of course, if you have her tested, and it turns out that she is positive, you can return her. Totally pissed me off.
I wonder if rescue places (some, not all) see animals as “commodities”. So sad.
The main reason I adopted Kismet and Brutus was because I knew they didn’t have a chance at a shelter. Years ago when I was looking for Isis and found Yang at the Animal Control shelter I came out of the place crying, vowing that the next day I was gonna come back and adopt the little 8 week old calico I had seen. I told my friend Joe as we were leaving that the place seemed like Dachau and I was gonna save who I could. Joe went back with me and adopted GG, who was also 8 weeks old. GG’s doing fine pushing 16. Still makes me cry thinkin’ about that place.
SD- that is so sad. I’d had a lot of kitty grief, so I wasn’t brave enough to go to a shelter when I was edging into the idea of finally getting a kitty again. I feared they might be exactly as you describe. You iz better cat person than I am. That’s why I chose to start looking online. All previous cats (family cats) were strays and babes, one thrown on the road right in front of my mother and me, so we never had to go looking for kitties.
My friends Billy and Linda always have a Thanxgiver dinner. It used to be quite the affair but now it’s usually me, Joe, Billy and Linda. When I first moved here I met Billy through Joe. Billy had a black lab named Boston. You could tell when Billy arrived at the Oyster Shucker because this big black lab would come running through the place, out back, onto the little dock and dive into the Pass. “Billy’s here.” He lost the last of his labs a couple years ago. Their cat Charlie, she had a Charlie Chaplin face, had passed a year or so earlier at 18 or 19. Anyhoo, Billy called today to ask about computers, his died, and do the formal invite for Thanxgiver. Then he says, “You’ll get to meet LC.” “LC?” “Yeah, this little calico started hanging around a couple weeks ago and Linda is gonna take her in.” I figure it musta been time for them to have another animal in their lives. What does LC stand for? In Billy’s unique little world he named her LC for Linda’s Cat. His imagination is not something you’d wanna pay for.
Or it could be LC for Little Calico.
Said by the man who inherited his sister’s feline years ago that was named LS – Little Shit. The vet’s offices loved us – especially if no kids were in the waiting room.
Linda’s Cat is Billy’s way of saying she’ll be totally Linda’s responsibility. When anybody’s around. I’ve seen his act with Charlie when he didn’t know I was there.
When I was in Corvallis, OR I adopted Tiye II from the local SPCA. It was such a nice experience. They were a no kill at the time because there were so few strays, dogs and cats, that they didn’t need to. I got Min from the Pinellas County SPCA and they had just renovated the cattery and there were empty cages. It was really nice. I still have the intake sheet they made up when she was brought in. Today every shelter is overwhelmed with the consequences of people’s actions. It is very sad.
SD- yes, the shelters are totally overwhelmed now. But, an additional factor is something that people might not have forseen- loss of housing, homes. I wouldn’t abandon kitty if I had to move, but I can forgive those who do, if they are totally stressed, have no place to live themselves, etc.
SD- but here’s a bit of sweetness to cheer you up. Bortapir, the Russian guy who breeds Maine coons has a new youtube-
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lBKqb6_ZMtg
He made the “flying electrobroom” youtube that I send before,
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9GIq5HYYRKg
and has other great loveable kitty youtubes:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4RJCB8quxyc
As Marion in Savannah said when I posted the above on my blog- ah another kitty that can cross the room without touching the floor! ;)
Thanks. Those tigers are precious. So pretty. Love the books. I’m gonna hafta find something to hang off something for them to bat.
SD- did you ever go to the hardware store to get the stuff to make your own “twist ties”? I don’t think the ordinary kind are “kitty- safe”, but Tootsie loves the ones I cut off from the garden twist ties. When I’m at the computer and I have neglected to give her enough twist tie playtime, she merows plaintively at me, and I now know enough to follow Ms. Fluffy Pants as she bounds up the stairs, and start tossing the twist ties.
The litte Tru Hardware was out of stock and I’d rather wait than go to Home Depot.
Luckily, I work in the rental dept of a mom & pop realty company. If I have to move for some reason it shouldn’t be hard to relocate. I make sure to keep renewing my lease so if the place gets sold I’ve got that time to find a new place. FL, I’ll have to admit, has some decent laws that actually protect renters.
A little treat for late night lurkers. Ken Nordine started out with the Beats in the 50s doing Word Jazz. Heads in the 60s – 70s loved this piece.
Down the Drain
Audio isn’t the best, you’ll have to up the volume. The actor is not Nordine.
I took my Sprout to the shelters with me this summer looking for a pug for him. The first time we both came out crying, overwhelmed by the despair we felt for all the pit and other pups. He manned up for the second go-round then lost it entirely for the last one. He was so sad. We ended up at a rescue. The differences among the shelters was amazing – one clean and rather quiet, not much barking going on, the others just heart-sickening.
The weather has finally turned cold at night. I woke up this morning with small dog snuggled under my arm, Gracie curled up against his tummy and the other three cats arranged at the foot. Heaven!
I went into the bedroom this evening and lo and behold there was Brutus spread out on the afghan on the waterbed. Won’t be long he’ll be up there with the rest as it gets cooler. Overcoming his shyness a day at a time. Reminds me, I gotta dig out the blankee and wash it. Living next to a dirt alley sucks sometimes. Dusting is a lost cause.
Two Gracies. How cool. Hadn’t picked up on that before. Space cookie.
Gonna climb into my tree. Catch y’all on the flip side.
Be good to yourselves, and all other living things.
Namaste
poor little oreo.
you have hit on one of my pet projects [pun not intended, but hey, whatever works!] i’ve loved this breed for, like, ever.
the shelter in our county kills about 75-80% of the animals they take in. there are several dog breeds they won’t adopt out — pit bulls, german shepherds, chows, rottweilers, to name a few — or even mixes that look like they might have one of these breeds in their ancestry.
the dog i have now is probably part chow. good thing the woman who originally found him [as a stray] took him to the vet instead of to the pound. besides the fact that he’s just a total sweetie pie, he’s also been the ‘foster mom’ of all my orphan and feral kittens.
Chows? I don’t understand that at all. I’ve known a number of folks who had chows. They’re just big babies.
they’re on the blacklist.
part of that reputation may stem from over-zealous breeding for wrinkly faces. back when i was working for vets in high school and college, it wasn’t unusual for chows to get ‘facelifts’ so that they could see. also, their eyelids/eyelashes tended to turn inward, constantly irritating the surface of the eye. i wouldn’t be very friendly either.
i’ve always wanted a purebred chow chow, and in recent years have decided that i like the smooths [and probably still would even if i didn't live in florida].
I see my fave is on the list: wolf hybrids
all the good ones are on the list.
the wolf hybrids are absolutely gorgeous animals. i’ve only met a couple of them irl, neither of which was especially friendly, which would be off-putting to a lot of people, but neither of them was aggressive toward humans either.
‘Night, SD. I look forward all week to Caturday :~)
Namaste.
When I was recuperating this summer NatGeo channel ran a DogTown marathon and I got to see the episodes about Michael Vick’s pits. They showed the rescue of the dogs from his place in VA and how much love and patience went into their rehabilitation. Several of them were placed with families and the rest have a life-long home with wonderful people (DogTown is no-kill).
One way to help the situation is placing ads in the newspaper for available animals at the shelters.
I did this for awhile when I could afford to, and it had amazing results. The adoption rate of the local shelter went way up.
You might even find others who want to help, too, with the costs of the ads.
The Gulfport Gabber, our little weekly, has a quarter page each week devoted to adoptions. One ad from the SPCA, one from the greyhound rescue folks and one from Friends of Strays. The SPCA also has a website for animals up for adoption. It’s nice to see “adopted” on many of the pix.
Hi, all. Saw that story about Oreo – had just seen a piece on Dogtown- first thought was, why didn’t spca send her to Dogtown? So sad.
Don’t want to get going on the local county “shelter” battles here; a couple years ago the newspaper did a horrifying series on the huge percentage of animals killed, and in an inefficient, cruel way. Also mistakes such as described above. (I had been there once, looking for one of mine who was missing for a few days; not there, thank god, and she turned up a day or two later.)
Anyway, a hue and cry was raised, and the county/city made a commitment to go no-kill – but the deadline has been pushed back because (well, some management issues, a couple changes of personnel since the stories) the numbers are just so overwhelming. People in this town just don’t take seriously the concept of neuter/spay: I’ve seen it over and over, including among my own in-laws.
That’s about as much as I can stand to say on the subject. And it’s why so many of us who do care have more cats than we really planned on having (a blessing, but expensive).
I spent some time yesterday scrubbing and soaking things that suddenly began smelling of kitty pee. Apparently the rising humidity of a coming rainstorm “brought up” the scent. Yuuuuck. Still am not sure why I didn’t notice the bag with my stitching and embroidery materials in it; when I emptied it, none of the contents seemed affected.
Recently got a black light; lots easier to track than relying on nose, especially when nose is congested.
Gotta take the bad with the good. Much more pleasant in the house”
Re: cooling weather: havig some trouble typing right now as laptop is hanging partially off corner of sofa beside my lap bc lap, natch, is occupied by clingy cat. Another cat curled up on my other side, after walking across me several times and being discouraged. The good and the bad. g