Month: March 2006

Puppy Mills: Prisoners of Greed

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What on earth is a Puppy Mill?

It is a place where thousands and thousands of puppies are churned out yearly, to satisfy the demands of the pet industry. These puppies are being exploited to make profitable gains for the puppy mill operators.

From a businessman point of view, this seems the natural thing to do. After all, is it not the aim of all businessmen, to make the most profit using the least capital? But, allow me to tell you what is wrong:

Most of these Puppy Mills operators kept their dogs in small wire cages, stacked on top of one another. Feces from the top would rain upon the unfortunate ones staying beneath.  Wire-based flooring are unkind to their feet and may cut into their paw pads, leaving them with raw and open sores which often goes untreated (which may later develop into abscess).

Those lucky enough to live in a larger cage may have to face the problem of overcrowding and frankly speaking, a large number of dogs staying together in such close proximity and in such deplorable cum unsanitary living conditions is a recipe for disaster!
Diseases such as kennel cough and distemper could spread rapidly and wipe out the entire dog population in the Puppy Mill!

Another cause for concern was, female dogs are being bred repeatively litters after litters. While a female dog is busy nursing her puppies, she could be pregnant with another litter on the way!
Do understand that giving birth is a exhausting process and very draining to their body constitution. Without a rest in between litters to regain her health, the female dog becomes weak, and could not produce enough milk for her puppies.

Mother’s milk contained colostrums, which is essential to the puppies’ well-being. However, puppies are often forcedly taken away to be sold at a very young age and mortality rate is very high for puppies that are not properly weaned. The recommended age for a puppy to leave his mother is at 3 months old.

Horror stories of puppies dying within a few weeks after purchase are not unheard of. Just ask around!

Occasionally, humanitarian groups do conduct raids and rescued dogs are either put up for adoption, or those deem unsuitable for rehoming due to illnesses or diseases are slated to be euthanised to put them out of their misery.

Imagine being cooped up in a small cage all your life! The trauma and stress that they went through is unthinkable! Who could then blame these dogs for having behavioral and temperament problems?

I cannot stress this enough, DO NOT SUPPORT PUPPY MILLS! The health of these dogs is of no concern to the Puppy Mill operators as all they care about are the profits gained from selling the weak and sickly puppies!

To them, dogs are only a commodity – something that is easily replaceable. Puppy Mill dogs do not receive any loving hugs or pats on the head. Puppy Mill dogs do not receive any LOVE.

As you can see, a Puppy Mill is NOT the best place to get a puppy.

Then where else can you get a dog??

Most people’s next logical answer would be Pet Stores.

Have you ever asked yourself this: Where did the puppies from the Pet Stores come from? (Please scroll to the top of this entry and read again)

There could be two scenarios:

A) You step into a neat and tidy looking pet store. Their puppy is alert and inquisitive and stays in a clean enclosure with water and ample toys to play with. The adorable-looking fur ball stands on his legs, pawing against the enclosure, as if beckoning you to bring him home. The sales person is patient and knowledgeable and answers your queries with confidence.

B) You step into a dark and smelly pet store. The puppy is living in filth as he steps and rolls over his own feces, which are not cleared promptly. The water bowl is overturned and the puppy has got its leg caught in between the bars of the playpen. The girl behind the counter is on the phone, presumably talking to her boyfriend and filing her nails.
Your call of concern for the puppy falls on deaf ears.

What do you do in both scenarios, supposing that you have the resources and ability to take care of the puppy?

For Scenario A, your heart melts at the sight of that boisterous puppy. It was love at first sight and you see no reason NOT to bring him home. It must have been fate that brought the two of you together.

For Scenario B, your heart goes out to the poor puppy and you felt so sorry for him. You threw the money into the salesgirl’s face and rescue the puppy home where he lives happily ever after?

If you choose to buy that oh-so-cute puppy from the pet shop, you are actually creating a demand for these puppies. The Puppy Mill trade will continue to flourish and the dogs at the Puppy Mills will continue to live out their miserable lives inside that filthy cage.

And by choosing to rescue that oh-so-poor-thing puppy from the pet shop, you are NOT salvaging the situation. Another puppy will continue to take its place in the same cage and like the scenario above, the Puppy Mill trade continues to thrive and the dogs at the Puppy Mill will still live out their miserable lives inside that filthy cage.

This is because, whatever your reason for buying that puppy may be, the result is still the same. YOU ARE CREATING THE DEMAND FOR THESE DOGS and at the same time, you are also indirectly responsible for sentencing the puppy’s parents to life imprisonment in the puppy mill!

For both instances, it is better to step out of the pet store and if possible, make known to the pet store proprietor of your displeasure and unwillingness to support Puppy Mills. Pet stores that support Puppy Mills do not get your patronage!

This is an uphill task. What can one person single-handedly do to stop this? That is when the word ?span style=”color: rgb(255, 0, 128); font-weight: bold;”>SYNERGY?comes in.

It simply means, “the combined effort of everyone is greater than the sole effort of one person” but no matter how small a step may be, it is still one step towards the big step. Many a mickle makes a muckle!

Spread the word around.

Educate consumers about the evils of Puppy Mills and what they do behind closed doors.

Remember, our canine friends can’t speak for themselves. It is up to us to protect the ones that we loved.

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Once again, let me remind you that your puppy may be living in heaven,
but his poor parents are living in hell!

Recommended Reads:
Don’t Buy That Puppy In The Window
Get The Facts On Puppy Mills
Images Of Puppy Mills

Puppy Mill Rescue

Chicken Soup Time…

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Lucky’s Greatest Treasure

Mary and her husband Jim had a dog, Lucky. Lucky was a real character. Whenever Mary and Jim had company come for a weekend visit they would warn their friends to not leave their luggage open because Lucky would help himself to whatever struck his fancy. Inevitably, someone would forget and something would come up missing. Mary or Jim would go to Lucky‘s toy box in the basement and there the treasure would be, amid all of Lucky ‘s favorite toys. Lucky always stashed his finds in his toybox and he was very particular that his toys stay in the box.

It happened that Mary found out she had breast cancer. Something told her she was going to die of this disease, she was just sure it was fatal. She scheduled the double mastectomy, fear riding her shoulders.

The night before she was to go to the hospital she cuddled with Lucky . A thought struck her…what would happen to Lucky ? Although the three-year-old dog liked Jim, he was Mary‘s dog through and through.

If I die, Lucky will be abandoned, Mary thought. He won’t understand that I didn’t want to leave him. The thought made her sadder than thinking of her own death. The double mastectomy was harder on Mary than her doctors had anticipated and Mary was hospitalized for over two weeks. Jim took Lucky for his evening walk faithfully, but the little dog just drooped, whining and miserable.

Finally the day came for Mary to leave the hospital. When she arrived home, Mary was so exhausted she couldn’t even make it up the steps to her bedroom. Jim made his wife comfortable on the couch and left her to nap. Lucky stood watching Mary but he didn’t come to her when she called. It made Mary sad but sleep soon overcame her and she dozed.

When Mary woke for a second she couldn’t understand what was wrong. She couldn’t move her head and her body felt heavy and hot. But panic soon gave way to laughter when Mary realized the problem. She was covered, literally blanketed, with every treasure Lucky owned! While she had slept, the sorrowing dog had made trip after trip to the basement bringing his beloved mistress all his favorite things in life. He had covered her with his love.

Mary forgot about dying. Instead she and Lucky began living again, walking further and further together every night. It’s been 12 years now and Mary is still cancer-free. Lucky ? He still steals treasures and stashes them in his toy box but Mary remains his greatest treasure.

Live every day to the fullest. The people who make a difference in your life are not the ones with the most credentials, the most money, or the most awards. They are the ones that care.

Do I Go Home Today?

My family brought me home cradled in their arms.
They cuddled me and smiled at me and said I was full of charm.
They played with me and laughed with me and showered me with toys.
I sure do love my family, especially the girls and boys.
The children loved to feed me, they gave me special treats.
They even let me sleep with them – all snuggled in the sheets.
I used to go for walks, often several times a day.
They even fought to hold the leash, I’m very proud to say.
These are the things I’ll not forget – a cherished memory.
I now live in the shelter-without my family.
They used to laugh and praise me when I played with that old shoe.
But I didn’t know the difference between the old ones and the new.
The kids and I would grab a rag, for hours we would tug.
So I thought I did the right thing when I chew the bedroom rug.
They said that I was out of control, and would have to live outside.
This I did not understand, although I tried and tried.
The walks stopped, one by one; they said they hadn’t time.
I wish that I could change things, I wish I knew my crime.
My life became so lonely, in the backyard, on a chain.
I barked and barked all day long to keep from going insane.
So they brought me to the shelter but were embarrassed to say why,
They said I caused an allergy, and then they each kissed me goodbye.
If I’d only had some classes, as a little pup.
I wouldn’t have been so hard to handle when I was all grown up.
“You only have one day left.” I heard the worker say.
Does that mean I have a second chance?
Do I go Home today?

Dear Dogs and Cats,

The dishes with the paw print are yours and contain your food. The other dishes are mine and contain my food. Please note, placing a paw print in the middle of my plate and food does not stake a claim for it becoming your food and dish, nor do I find that aesthetically pleasing in the slightest.

The stairway was not designed by NASCAR and is not a racetrack. Beating me to the bottom is not the object. Tripping me doesn’t help because I fall faster than you can run.

I cannot buy anything bigger than a king-sized bed. I am very sorry about this. Do not think I will continue sleeping on the couch to ensure your comfort. Dogs and cats can actually curl up in a ball when they sleep. It is not necessary to sleep perpendicular to each other stretched out to the fullest extent possible. I also know that sticking tails straight out and having tongues hanging out the other end to maximize space is nothing but sarcasm.

For the last time, there is not a secret exit from the bathroom. If by some miracle I beat you there and manage to get the door shut, it is not necessary to claw, whine, meow, try to turn the knob, or get your paw under the edge and try to pull the door open. I must exit through the same door I entered. I have been using the bathroom for years–canine or feline attendance is not mandatory.

The proper order is kiss me, THEN go smell the other dog or cat’s butt. I cannot stress this enough!

To pacify you my dear pets, I have posted the following message on our front door:

Rules for Non-Pet Owners Who Visit and Like to Complain About Our Pets:

– They live here. You don’t.
– If you don’t want fur on your clothes, stay off the furniture (that’s why they call it “fur”niture)
– I like my pets a lot better than I like most people.
– To you, it’s an animal. To me, he/she is an adopted son/daughter who is short, hairy, walks on all fours, and does not speak clearly.

    Dogs and cats are better than kids because they:

    – eat less,
    – don’t ask for money all the time,
    – are easier to train,
    – usually come when called,
    – never drive your car,
    – don’t hang out with drug-using friends,
    – don’t smoke or drink,
    – don’t worry about having to buy the latest fashions,
    – don’t wear your clothes,

    – don’t need a gazillion dollars for college, and
    – if they get pregnant, you can sell their children.

    Ah Gal’s teeth

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    I was cleaning my room today when I found a piece of pink paper, neatly folded into a square. There was something bulky inside. I held my breathe, as I unwrapped the paper eagerly, like a child receiving his very first present.

    What greeted me were two elongated shaped thingy covered with greenish stuff on it. For a while, I could hardly recognize what it was. As I tried to make out the scribblings on the pink paper, memories started flooding in my mind.

    It was the teeth of Ah Gal, the poodle whom I picked up from the streets four years ago. You can refer to her story at the link below. I still remember that I was in my room when a mournful howl broke the silence of the night.

    I immediately sprinted to the kitchen and was aghast to see blood dripping from the sides of Ah Gal’s mouth and all over the kitchen floor!

    My knees turned weak having seen all that blood!

    I promptly picked her up and proceeded to wipe the blood from her mouth with toilet paper. After clearing up the mess, I could see she was bleeding from the gums.

    I deduced that Dexter must have tried to be cheeky to Ah Gal and she had snapped back at him in defense. Somehow, her teeth were knocked out during the process hence, the unfortunate incident…

    I had found these two teeth among the puddle of blood and have kept them for memories sake till now, which had somehow turned green but otherwise still in very good condition.

    Ain’t she lovely? Who would have the heart to abandon her?

    Ah Gal has been rehomed since four years ago and sometimes, I do wonder how she is getting on now? She is about 11 years old this year and I do not know whether she is still alive or not as I have not kept in touch with her adopters.

    I guess ‘Fate’ is really a mysterious thing that brought her into my life.  

    For the full story on Ah Gal, click here.

    Seasons In The Sun

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    Goodbye to you my trusted friend

    We’ve known each other
    Since we were nine or ten (ok, make that twenty)
    Together we’ve
    climbed hills and trees
    Learned of love and ABC
    Skinned our hearts and
    skinned our knees

    Goodbye my friend it’s hard to die
    When all the birds
    are singing in the sky
    Now that the spring is in the air
    Pretty girls
    are everywhere
    Think of me and I’ll be there

    We had joy we had fun

    We had seasons in the sun
    But the hills that we climbed
    We’re just
    seasons out of time

    Goodbye papa please pray for me
    I was the black
    sheep of the family
    You tried to teach me right from wrong
    Too much wine
    and too much song
    Wonder how I got along

    Goodbye papa it’s hard to die

    When all the birds are singing in the sky
    Now that the spring is in the
    Little children everywhere
    When you see them I’ll be there

    had joy we had fun
    We had seasons in the sun
    But the wine and the song

    Like the seasons have all gone

    We had joy we had fun
    We had seasons
    in the sun
    But the wine and the song
    Like the seasons have all

    Goodbye Dexter my little one
    You gave me love
    And helped me
    find the sun
    And every time that I was down
    You would always come around

    And get my feet back on the ground

    Goodbye Dexter it’s hard to die

    When all the birds are singing in the sky
    Now that the spring is in the
    With the flowers everywhere
    I wish that we could both be there

    We had joy we had fun
    We had seasons in the sun
    But the stars we
    could reach
    We’re just starfish on the beach

    We had joy we had fun
    had seasons in the sun
    But the stars we could reach
    We’re just starfish
    on the beach

    We had joy we had fun
    We had seasons in the sun
    But the
    wine and the song
    Like the seasons have all gone

    All our lives we had
    We had seasons in the sun
    But the hills that we climbed

    just seasons out of time


    He’s really a pig in a cow costume…

    dulan with the president

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    The President made me extremely dulan today. We had just finished our Banking & Finance paper today and since it is our last paper already, this means we are officially having our holidays already!

    Hence, my classmates and I were just leaving school and can’t wait to celebrate (in fact, we had already walked out of the school gate already) when another classmate from the Statistics class left me a message on my phone asking to borrow six blazers.

    So, I called her and she said that she is somewhere outside the school. When she said that, I thought that she is outside the school on her way coming so my friends and I returned to school to wait for her to come. As my classmates were still waiting for me to go for lunch, I told her to hurry so that I could finish everything earlier and leave with them.

    Below is our conversation:

    Me: Can you come and see me now? What sizes do you need?

    Her: Just lend me back the same sizes that I have borrowed the last time.

    Me: OK, but there are some issues I would like too clarify with you. It’s about the ties and some of the names you gave me have never borrowed blazers from me before so I don’t know their sizes.

    Her: Ok, Ok. You wait. (hung up)

    I thought she’s on her way already so I waited.

    I waited and waited but she is still not in sight.

    She can’t be taking such a long time to walk to school right, hence I called her again and asked for her whereabouts.

    Her: I am still outside.

    Me: (Getting annoyed) WHAT? You mean you are still there after so long? Hello, there are people still waiting for me leh? Do you still want to borrow the blazers or not huh? If you are not coming, then I’m going off already.

    I’m rather pissed because here I am, happily on my way to celebrate already yet there she is holding me back and wasting my time and I’m paiseh to have my friends waiting for me.

    I don’t know to laugh or cry next because the reply she gave had no connection or whatsoever link to what I have said previously.

    Her: ok, ok, you leave the things with my teacher.

    Me: *Bangs my head against the wall repeatedly* (Yelling into the phone) EH, DO YOU KNOW THAT I HAVE BEEN WAITING FOR YOU ALL THIS WHILE? ARE YOU COMING AT ALL??

    Her: I am still outside.


    Her: biz You leave the things with my teacher?



    Her: Ok, ok, I come now.


    Sometimes I really have this urge to ah-bish her left, right and center to wake her up!

    Wah lao eh!! She really makes my blood boil. Lucky my balls never burst ah!

    If I were to marry her, it won’t take more than two months to have me bedridden in hospital due to stroke!

    Totally spoil my mood for the whole day!

    Mugging for Accounts…

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    Accounts is the killer… It’s the subject that’s gonna decide my fate…


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    Give Up?


    EXAM MODE: Do Not Disturb

    27 March – Business Communication
    29 March – Intermediate Accounting
    30 March – Banking & Finance

    Goodbye, Little Vagrants

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    Let eternal light shine upon them, O Lord:
    with Thy saints for ever, for art merciful.
    V. Grant them eternal rest, O Lord,
    and may light perpetual shine on them,
    in the company of Thy saints for evermore,
    because Thou art merciful.

    PEACE (Syrian)                                                              HOPE (Gerbil)

    A Letter To Boy Boy

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    Boy Boy, reading XiaoBai‘s blog has reminded me of your own ordeal barely 4 months ago.

    Not a single day has passed without missing you. I yearned to hold you close to me and caress your body once again. I missed having your fur in my food, on the sofa, on my clothes and in every crook and cranny around the house…

    The carpet that you had slept on wasn’t washed but safely rolled up and kept in a safe place because it is full of your fur.  The last bile that you throw up in my room wasn’t moped away either but being preserved the way it was by shifting my cupboard over it.

    Everything that is connected to you is a precious gift from heaven, and holds special memories we once shared.

    I knew you were suffering yet there was nothing that I could do to help you feel better. Euthanasia has never been on my mind as I have always hoped for a miracle. I pleaded with heaven to make you well again and not to take you away but alas, things didn’t turn out the way I thought it would.

    I knew you are exhausted and it is probably time for you to go but having to witness you coughing a mouthful of blood into the air, and collapsing right before my very eyes is just too much for me to bear.

    I’ll never forget the look of helplessness in your eyes. My heart broke into smithereens as you turned to look at me for the final time when you breathed your last.

    At that point of time, my whole world just comes crumbling down. I only want you back in my life and nothing else mattered anymore.

    If only I could take your place instead. Why wasn’t I the one with cataracts? Why wasn’t I the one with seizure? Why wasn’t I the one with neurological problems? Why wasn’t I the one with kidney failure? Why wasn’t I the one suffering from all these? Why? WHY???

    Whenever I pass by the places where we went for our walks, memories would come flooding back.

    Remember that time when we sat side-by-side at the void deck, enjoying the breeze and watching the world go by? I confided in you and you have been an attentive listener. I do not know if you really understand what I have said but I knew that I could always count on you to help me safeguard my secrets.

    Nowadays, I dread to walk past there anymore for fear of invoking more painful memories.

    Life has never been the same since you embark on that trip alone by yourself. Coming home to a quiet house doesn’t seem very inviting without your wet, slobbering kisses on my face and circular dances round my feet. Dinner time seemed especially weird too without your hungry eyes staring intently at me. I still remembered how you loved stealing food off the table when I’m not looking! Naughty!

    Occasionally, if I happened to walk past a petshop, I would instinctively step inside to see what I could get for you but then, I realized that you are no longer around and I’ll leave empty handed, with a heavy heart in tow.

    Boy Boy, if only I could trade half of my life in exchange for you to come back to make my life complete again, I would.

    Hope to see you soon again, my dearest buddy.