Just heard on the news today some "big tuff guy?" the next county over doused a dog with gas and set it on fire. The turd has been arrested and will be prosecuted. I hope Ben Dover makes him his [censored] when he gets to jail. /forums/images/graemlins/grin.gif
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Man sentenced for leaving dog to die...
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Some folks down the road from us when we still lived in the city, brought home a little dog one day and tied her to a stake in the front yard. We kept an eye on her. Eighty percent of the time she had no water. Ninety percent of the time she had no food. One hundred percent of the time she had no shelter. Come rain or shine that little dog had no place to get out of the weather.
I'm sorry, but to our way of thinking when someone takes in an animal and so obviously neglects it, it's public property. When an individual, or individuals see nothing wrong with this arrangement and the treatment of this dog, calling animal welfare is never the solution. The dog could have been a rare million dollar hootchie pootch from way over in Harandastan, but we didn't care. We were willing to risk the possible jail time by rescuing this animal.
We snatched her. She was the last thing we loaded on the truck when we made our last moving trip. She rode on top of some lawn furniture, face full in the wind, tongue blowing around wildly, nose pointed to her future. We lost her a couple years later to a coral snake, but I know she lived a lot better life in those two years than she would have in thirty with those heartless people we stole her from, and we loved her. That, I think, was a new thing for her too along with food, a doghouse and clean fresh water on a regular basis.
I'm sorry, but to our way of thinking when someone takes in an animal and so obviously neglects it, it's public property. When an individual, or individuals see nothing wrong with this arrangement and the treatment of this dog, calling animal welfare is never the solution. The dog could have been a rare million dollar hootchie pootch from way over in Harandastan, but we didn't care. We were willing to risk the possible jail time by rescuing this animal.
We snatched her. She was the last thing we loaded on the truck when we made our last moving trip. She rode on top of some lawn furniture, face full in the wind, tongue blowing around wildly, nose pointed to her future. We lost her a couple years later to a coral snake, but I know she lived a lot better life in those two years than she would have in thirty with those heartless people we stole her from, and we loved her. That, I think, was a new thing for her too along with food, a doghouse and clean fresh water on a regular basis.
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<font color="blue"> We were willing to risk the possible jail time by rescuing this animal. </font>
Bravo... Cindi...! /forums/images/graemlins/smile.gif
Bravo... Cindi...! /forums/images/graemlins/smile.gif
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Cindi,
I second the Bravo.
I'm sure my story won't come out as well as any of yours, but here goes.
A few days after Christmas one year we heard barking outside the livingroom window. We looked out, and the dog was obviously barking to come in. Thing is, we didn't have a dog. Also, this one moved "funny".
So, I opened the front door, and she came right over. Her legs had been tied together with string with just enough slack to let her walk (sort of). I was worried about her circulation being cut off, but her feet seemed warm.
To make a long story short, through various conversations with family and neighbors we found out what happened. The boys from the family that owned her were trying to hit her with a BB gun, but she was moving too fast. /forums/images/graemlins/frown.gif /forums/images/graemlins/mad.gif We threatened to call the police, and were offered the dog. Well, I didn't think the police would do much, so we took her. I was pretty sure the kids would just abuse her in other ways later. She turned out to be just about the friendliest dog I ever met, and my wife and I cried when we had to have her put down. She absolutely loved kids, but we had to keep her away from the young ones because she would knock them down. She was just in too much of a hurry to lick their faces! /forums/images/graemlins/laugh.gif
Those boys both ended up doing time for drugs.
Mike
I second the Bravo.
I'm sure my story won't come out as well as any of yours, but here goes.
A few days after Christmas one year we heard barking outside the livingroom window. We looked out, and the dog was obviously barking to come in. Thing is, we didn't have a dog. Also, this one moved "funny".
So, I opened the front door, and she came right over. Her legs had been tied together with string with just enough slack to let her walk (sort of). I was worried about her circulation being cut off, but her feet seemed warm.
To make a long story short, through various conversations with family and neighbors we found out what happened. The boys from the family that owned her were trying to hit her with a BB gun, but she was moving too fast. /forums/images/graemlins/frown.gif /forums/images/graemlins/mad.gif We threatened to call the police, and were offered the dog. Well, I didn't think the police would do much, so we took her. I was pretty sure the kids would just abuse her in other ways later. She turned out to be just about the friendliest dog I ever met, and my wife and I cried when we had to have her put down. She absolutely loved kids, but we had to keep her away from the young ones because she would knock them down. She was just in too much of a hurry to lick their faces! /forums/images/graemlins/laugh.gif
Those boys both ended up doing time for drugs.
Mike
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Awww....that dog got very lucky, and knew it. Awesome joy in making a difference isn't there? We have a little chihuahua mix with a very bad history. He was rescued from a crate where he'd been starved and tortured.
This cute little dog that couldn’t weigh as much as a quart of milk, was as wild as any bobcat you would find out in the woods. The rescue lady's grown son caught him out of the pen for us, and received about a half dozen bites for his trouble.
Most normal people would have said right then and there, no way, thank you any way, see ya‘. But not us of course. I guess it was the fact that, despite the protruding bones and crazed expression, he was cute as a button. We were convinced that he needed to know that there were people in the world that would love him and take care of him.
The man is standing there holding this dog, expecting one of us to take him, and suddenly all of us became paralyzed from the shoulder down.
My oldest daughter, being the trooper that she is, finally reached for the dog and took him and proceeded to get bit. I didn't bring a crate because of his history of abuse, so now I'm wondering how we’re going to get him home in the cab of the truck without somebody losing a finger or two in the process. I got the bright idea to wrap him up in a jacket so maybe he would calm down, and it worked. So much so, that halfway home my daughter gets worried that he’s breathing all right and lifts up the corner of the jacket to check on him, and up pops his head.
It was like that scene from ‘Alien’ where that creature comes lurching out of the man's stomach. All you can see is teeth and this little brown head spinning around looking for anything to latch onto and I'm screaming at my daughter,
"Don't you dare let him loose! Closed up in here like we are he'll make confetti out of every one of us!"
Here we are going sixty down the highway in the pickup, one kid’s frozen like a teen-sicle, and the other’s sitting in the middle and is screaming her head off, and this dog is snarling and growling and it’s clear that we might as well be sitting in there with a chainsaw running full out with no one on the other end of it. My youngest daughter, who is sitting in the middle yells out,
“Don’t let it touch me! If he bites me I swear I’ll have to strangle him! I can’t help it!”
We made it home okay and worked with ‘Cujo’ for a few weeks, keeping him closed up in the bathroom. He’s been wormed and fed until he no longer has that bony/frantic appearance. One fine day, I crossed my fingers, and turned him out in the yard with the other dogs. After a few preliminary ‘getting to know you’ sniffs, he settled right in and was accepted.
He still won’t come to us, and is still obviously nervous, but has taken to doing something that I don’t imagine he’s done in a long time. He wags his tail. He is well fed, and he knows he has a ‘place’ where he belongs. When we pet the other dogs he hangs just out of reach with his little heart in his eyes and you can tell he wants to be petted so badly that it hurts. One day he will reward us for our patience by allowing us to pet him. When that day comes we’ll know our work has been done, and I can’t think of a better gift.
This cute little dog that couldn’t weigh as much as a quart of milk, was as wild as any bobcat you would find out in the woods. The rescue lady's grown son caught him out of the pen for us, and received about a half dozen bites for his trouble.
Most normal people would have said right then and there, no way, thank you any way, see ya‘. But not us of course. I guess it was the fact that, despite the protruding bones and crazed expression, he was cute as a button. We were convinced that he needed to know that there were people in the world that would love him and take care of him.
The man is standing there holding this dog, expecting one of us to take him, and suddenly all of us became paralyzed from the shoulder down.
My oldest daughter, being the trooper that she is, finally reached for the dog and took him and proceeded to get bit. I didn't bring a crate because of his history of abuse, so now I'm wondering how we’re going to get him home in the cab of the truck without somebody losing a finger or two in the process. I got the bright idea to wrap him up in a jacket so maybe he would calm down, and it worked. So much so, that halfway home my daughter gets worried that he’s breathing all right and lifts up the corner of the jacket to check on him, and up pops his head.
It was like that scene from ‘Alien’ where that creature comes lurching out of the man's stomach. All you can see is teeth and this little brown head spinning around looking for anything to latch onto and I'm screaming at my daughter,
"Don't you dare let him loose! Closed up in here like we are he'll make confetti out of every one of us!"
Here we are going sixty down the highway in the pickup, one kid’s frozen like a teen-sicle, and the other’s sitting in the middle and is screaming her head off, and this dog is snarling and growling and it’s clear that we might as well be sitting in there with a chainsaw running full out with no one on the other end of it. My youngest daughter, who is sitting in the middle yells out,
“Don’t let it touch me! If he bites me I swear I’ll have to strangle him! I can’t help it!”
We made it home okay and worked with ‘Cujo’ for a few weeks, keeping him closed up in the bathroom. He’s been wormed and fed until he no longer has that bony/frantic appearance. One fine day, I crossed my fingers, and turned him out in the yard with the other dogs. After a few preliminary ‘getting to know you’ sniffs, he settled right in and was accepted.
He still won’t come to us, and is still obviously nervous, but has taken to doing something that I don’t imagine he’s done in a long time. He wags his tail. He is well fed, and he knows he has a ‘place’ where he belongs. When we pet the other dogs he hangs just out of reach with his little heart in his eyes and you can tell he wants to be petted so badly that it hurts. One day he will reward us for our patience by allowing us to pet him. When that day comes we’ll know our work has been done, and I can’t think of a better gift.
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You've got to stop this. I just read this at work, my eyes are tearing up, and people are looking at me funny /forums/images/graemlins/shocked.gif /forums/images/graemlins/shocked.gif
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Awww....I'm sorry. He's come a long way really. He follows me on feeding rounds, wagging that tail like a banner. It makes me smile EVERY morning. He's a treat, I'm glad we risked it, and you, have a big heart, clearly.
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