Wednesday, November 30, 2005

Mean people suck!

This week mom and I learned about a terrible, terrible thing that has happened in Montreal, just to find out about more atrocities in Missouri. Mom and I learned, through the WireFoxTerrier list that the SPCA and police in Montreal raided a puppy mill where they found 101 Wire Terriers living, dying and dead in the most deplorable conditions. I mean, you can't even imagine anything this bad. The SPCA says, “The inside of this home was filled with an overwhelming stench, resulting from an elixir of excrement and decomposing dog carcasses. The waste was so prevalent within the home that it was piling-up into heaps." The SPCA was able to take 25 of the dogs, 22 of the 101 had to be put to sleep immediately due to their poor health. The good people at the Montreal SPCA worked hard to clean and shave the dogs and are trying hard to find new foster homes for them until they can release them after the trial. The thing that makes me sick is that anyone would even consider giving these dogs back to this sicko...or for that matter not sending him on the fastest train right off this earth to where his soul will end up..straight to hell. The SPCA there has been able to find some great people to foster some of these WFT's. Others are still in vet care or awaiting a nice home. The SPCA says it is overwhelmed with Vet costs, grooming costs and the costs of fostering and transporting these dogs. I hope everyone will find it in their hearts to send a donation, no matter how small to the SPCA in Montreal to help with these dogs. Paypal donations can be sent here or mail to:
The Canadian Society for the Prevention of Cruelty against Animals-
5215, Jean-Talon
West Montreal, QC
H4P 1X4

By telephone:(514)735-2711 ext. 224

Also, a lady on the WFT list is hosting an EBAY auction where all the proceeds would go to the Montreal SPCA...what a great idea!

Then mom and I found out from the wonderful people at the American Fox Terrier Rescue that there are several WFT's in Missouri that are to be rescued from a puppy mill there. Although they can't get all the dogs they are getting a few, and some who have lost their legs and ears to meanness. These dogs are very aggressive from living on top of on another three or four to a crate and ever, ever getting out. The miller said he didn’t care if they came to get them because they were just to be "hammered and burned". This is how they get rid of dogs; they clobber them in the head with a hammer and throw their bodies in a pit to burn. As one miller said “A bullet is cheaper than a vet". I truly cannot understand why we cannot seem to stop these people from doing things like this, and worse yet, they when we do find them, they get some small fine and sent on their ways to do it again. these people should be made to suffer. We need strict laws.
My mom always says that she does not understand why it isn't understood that a society that won’t punish for abuse of its weakest members (animals, children, and the elderly) can think for a minute that they are civilized or can prevent murder and such. If we can’t protect our weakest, how can we protect anyone at all? This really is a sad world we live in.

Monday, November 28, 2005

My new Gorilla rocks!

November 20 was my 5th birthday and I think the best birthday I have ever had. Mom loves me so much I got extra hugs and kisses, if that is even possible. I had been sick since Friday, so mom said I would have to wait for my cupcake, what a bummer. But, mom and dad made up for it by all the presents I got...tons! All of my presents were pretty good but I especially loved my new gorilla. It yells and squeals and it only took me about ten minutes to chew its little heart into pieces. I made it stop yelling at me! I was pretty happy with myself!
Monday after my birthday Ollie decided he wanted to play with my new Gorilla. I didn't want to share any of my new toys, but i especially didn't want to share my new Gorilla. When he took it, it made me very angry and I went to get it. He gave it up to me, but not easily. Then, Ollie took another one of my toys and when I went to get that from him we got in an all out fight. This made mom and dad really mad and mom took all of my toys away from me and put them in the closet. BUMMER! What a crappy day after my birthday. Ollie always manages to get me! Regardless of this, I think Mom and Dad are pretty good to me since I got so many gifts. i just wish it were like this everyday. I can't wait for Christmas.

Wednesday, November 16, 2005

Squirrels and birthdays and other good stuff!

Next Sunday is my birthday. Actually, it will be my 5th birthday. Mom says she has a hard time believing that I will be 5 and I think that is because I didn't live with my mom and dad the first 2 1/2 years of my life. I know that mom and dad are planning something for said so. So, I am hoping that mom has gotten me plenty of new toys since most of my toys are looking pretty bad these days. I also hope that I get some special treat. Mom told me about Amy and Jeeves on the WFT list. Amy got Jeeves a butterscotch cupcake for his birthday....yummy! Mom has to figure out a way to top that (I hope!) Chocolate would do just nicely, but mom says I can never, ever have it. Sometimes people suck. Actually, the thing I am most hoping I get is my dead squirrel. Oh, I forgot to tell you, I killed a squirrel last week. Dead. Did it all by myself too. I finally caught one of those dang varmits and shook it to death. I think that is an appropriate way for it to die. These darn squirrels get up in the huge Pecan trees in my yard and throw the pecans at me. They have even hit me in the head once or twice. That makes mom angry with them too. So, I killed one, and no sooner did I kill it then Dad came out to steal it. I told him, "Get away from my squirrel and get your own". I think that came out as a growl. Anyway, dad didn't seem to find it funny since he hollered at me and mom came to scoop me up. That was only after I bit his foot. He had crossed the line and gotten too close to my squirrel. Mom brought me inside and calmed me down. When I went back outside, there was no squirrel...Dad had STOLEN IT! So I have asked for my squirrel back for my birthday. I know it must be good and smelly by now, just the thing for a good terrier like me. Maybe mom will get me one of these shirts.