Month: December 2006

Story Of A Pet Store Puppy

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I don’t remember much of the place where I was
born.  It was cramped and dark, and we were never played with by the
Humans.  I remembered Mom and her soft fur, but she was often sick, and
very thin.  She had hardly any milk for me and my brothers and sisters. 
I remembered many of them dying, and I missed them so.


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I remember the day I was taken from Mom. I was so sad and scared,
my milk teeth had only just come in, and I really should have been with
Mom still, but she was so sick, and the Humans kept saying that they
wanted their money and were sick of the “mess” that me and my sister
made.


So we were crated up and taken to a strange place. Just the two of
us. We huddled together and were scared, still no Human hands came to
pet or love us. So many sights and sounds and smells! We are in a store
where there are many different animals! Some that squawk! Some that
meow! Some that peep! My sister and I are jammed into a small cage. I
hear other puppies here. I see Humans look at me through the glass. I
like the “little humans”, the kids. They look so sweet, and fun, like
they would play with me! All day we stay in the small cage, sometimes
mean people will hit the glass and frighten us, every once in a while
we are taken out to be held or shown to humans. Some are gentle, some
hurt us, we always hear “Aw they are so cute! I want one!” but we never
get to go with any of them.


My sister died last night, when the store was dark. I lay my head
on her soft fur and felt the life leave her small thin body. I had
heard them say she was sick, and that I should be sold at a “discount
price”
so that I would quickly leave the store. I think my soft whine
was the only one that mourned for her as her body was taken out of the
cage in the morning and dumped.


Today, a family came and bought me! Oh happy day! They are a nice
family, they really, really wanted me! They had bought a dish and food
and the little girl held me so tenderly in her arms. I love her so
much! The mom and dad say what a sweet and good puppy I am! I am named
Angel. I love to lick my new Humans! The family takes such good care of
me, they are loving and tender and sweet. They gently teach me right
and wrong, give me good food, and lots of love! I want only to please
these wonderful people! I love the little girl and I enjoy running and
playing with her.


Today I went to the veterinarian. It was a strange place and I was
frightened. I got some shots, but my best friend the little girl held
me softly and said it would be okay. So I relaxed.
The vet must have
said sad words to my beloved family, because they looked awfully sad. I
heard Severe Hip Dysplasia, and something about my heart… I heard the
vet say something about back yard breeders and my parents not being
tested.
I know not what any of that means, just that it hurts me to see
my family so sad. But they still love me, and I still love them very
much!


I am six months old now. Where most other puppies are robust and
rowdy, it hurts me terribly just to move. The pain never lets up. It
hurts to run and play with my beloved little girl, and I find it hard
to breathe. I keep trying my best to be the strong pup I know I am
supposed to be, but it is so hard. It breaks my heart to see the little
girl so sad, and to hear the Mom and Dad talk about it might now be
“the time”. Several times I have went to that veterinarians place, and
the news is never good. Always talk about Congenital Problems. I just
want to feel the warm sunshine and run, and play and nuzzle with my
family.


Last night was the worst. Pain has been my constant companion now,
it hurts even to get up and get a drink. I try to get up but can only
whine in pain. I am taken in the car one last time. Everyone is so sad,
and I don’t know why. Have I been bad? I try to be good and loving-what
have I done wrong? Oh if only this pain would be gone! If only I could
soothe the tears of the little girl. I reach out my muzzle to lick her
hand, but can only whine in pain.


The veterinarian’s table is so cold. I am so frightened. The Humans
all hug and love me.They cry into my soft fur. I can feel their love
and sadness. I manage to lick softly their hands. Even the vet doesn’t
seem so scary today. He is gentle and I sense some kind of relief for
my pain. The little girl holds me softly and I thank her, for giving me
all her love. I feel a soft pinch in my foreleg. The pain is beginning
to lift, I am beginning to feel a peace descend upon me. I can now
softly lick her hand.


My vision is becoming dreamlike now, and I see my Mother and my
brothers and sisters, in a far off green place. They tell me there is
no pain there, only peace and happiness. I tell the family goodbye in
the only way I know how-a soft wag of my tail and a nuzzle of my nose.
I had hoped to spend many, many moons with them, but it was not meant
to be. “You see,” said the veterinarian, “Pet shop puppies do not come
from ethical breeders.”
The pain ends now, and I know it will be many
years until I see my beloved family again. If only things could have
been different.


(This story may be published or reprinted in the hopes that it will
stop unethical breeders and those who breed only for money and not for
the betterment of the breed)



Copyright 1999 J. Ellis



Source: http://www.dcr.net/~humane/index2.html

Petstore Puppy

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PET STORE PUPPY
I’m a little puppy, so cuddly, sweet and small
I live inside a cage, you see at a Pet Store in the mall.

I’m not an only puppy, my sisters are all here.
My brothers, too, except for Ralph who died coz he was scared.

It’s lonely here at nighttime when all the lights go dark,
We tremble in our cages and we whimper and we bark.

But no one comes to hold us or pet our fears away.
We sit all night in terror til the store opens next day.

We don’t remember mama, left so far behind.
she did the best she could for us til Man said “It is time”

He crammed us all in cages too small for us you see.
We rode for hours; we could not help but lay in poop and pee.

And now we sit in a Pet Store where kids come taunt and squeeze.
They do not hear our whimpers or understand our pleas.

We’re miserable and it’s scary here we all would rather die.
But since we don’t we do our best to run away and hide.

I know you think my story too sad to leave me be.
You want to take me home with you, a happy little puppy.

But please, though it is fearful to live here against our will.
If you take me that leaves a spot another pup will fill.

You CAN stop our suffering but NOT by taking us home.
You must be strong and leave us here, unsold and all alone.

For if you do not take me, then another pup won’t come.
And maybe he will not be shipped so far away from home.

Though some of us may not survive the cycle ‘ere it falls.
If we DON’T sell, they will NOT need more puppies in these halls.

And if they need NO puppies, then the Man will NOT bring more.
Eventually, it CAN all STOP! You CAN close the door.

So when you see a puppy face so sad and sweet and small.
In a cage at a Pet Store at your neighborhood shopping mall.

The best thing you can do for him is leave him sitting there.
That is the best way you can tell all dogs how much you care.

– Author Uunknown

Source: http://www.critterhaven.org

anisilverbar
“Drawn to a pet store window by a bin of wriggling puppies, the furthest thing from a customer’s mind is the origin of these cute bundles of fur. But by buying a puppy, often for a price of $500 or more, the consumer is unknowingly supporting a cycle of abuse that begins at the puppy mill.”

“No one has more power to fight puppy mills than the consumer. In each individual’s hands is the ability to stop the cycle of abuse that ends with the purchase of a puppy mill puppy at a pet store.”


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Puppy Mill-Bassett
A Bassett Hound puppy exploring his birth place while mummy dearest
looks on, wondering what does the future holds for her baby?

Puppy Mill-Dead Dog in Mud2
A dog mourns for the death of his companion, who is left to decompose without dignity.

Puppy Mill-Housing7
Crates and crates of dogs stacked upon one another…

Having read and seen so much, would you still buy a puppymill puppy from a petshop? Please, say NO to a puppymill puppy.

If after seeing those pictures and it still doesn’t stir a tinge of empathy in your heart towards those dogs, nothing will.

Before I Go

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When my life has reached its very end

And I take that final breath.

I want to know I’ve left behind

Some good before my death.

I hope that in my final hour

In all honesty I can say.

That somewhere in my lifetime

I have brightened someone’s day.

That maybe I have brought a smile

To someone else’s face.

And made one moment a little sweeter

While they dwelled here in this place.

Lord, please be my reminder

And whisper softly in my ear.

To be a giver, not a taker

In the years I have left here.

Give to me the strength I need

Open up my mind and my soul.

That I might show sincere compassion

And love to others before I go.

For if not a heart be touched by me

And not a smile was left behind.

Then the life that I am blessed with

Will have been a waste of time.

With all my heart, I truly hope

To leave something here on earth.

That touched another, made them smile

And gave to my life, worth.

Source: http://www.sandysworldonline.com/inspindex.html


I came across this poem and found it to be very meaningful. I would like to dedicate it to all the poor dogs imprisoned at the puppymills as well as those who have perished in this evil trade due to men’s greed and ignorance.

May God watch over those who are still suffering at the puppymills and blessed the souls of those who are dead. May God enlighten the people and let them see the truth behind puppymills so that no dogs should ever suffer again.

City Harvest Church Christmas Celebration 2006

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(Special Candle Lite Service)




Today, I followed my brother to the Singapore Expo for CHC‘s Christmas Drama Celebrations. The story this year revolved around how Virgin Mary conceived a Son through the power of the Holy Spirit and the Birth of the newborn King at a manger in Bethlehem.

The drama was very touching, yet hilarious with alot of singing and Praises for HIM.

Met up with some of my brother’s members from his cell group who were kind enough to find seats for us. We were quite near to the stage and the view was rather good. Belinda Lee attended today’s service too and she’s one hawt chick!


Anyway, I am not a Chritian but I attended church once a year during Christmas. It is an eye opener to see how the much disputed CHC managed to weather through the storms to survive till today. Is it really the power of GOD that helped them withstood their grounds and fight for what they believed to be the salvation of all mankind? And will HIS blood really wash away all our sins?

I don’t know but I attended Church with an open mind and treat it as a good opportunity to learn something new just for the knowledge.



That’s Pastor Kong (husband of Sun Ho) preaching on the big screen…

The service lasted for about 3 hours and towards the end, the whole congregation lit their candles and worshipped HIM. It was a breath-taking sight to behold as the darkness was consumed by the strength of forty thousand candles.


A sea of candle lights bright up the Singapore Expo

I am not going to be converted into a Christian anytime soon as my faith still lies in Buddhism however, I went home feeling spiritually recharged and emotionally happy.

Wow… Is that a MIRACLE or what? angel




It’s really Merry Christmas

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Hey, it’s three hours and forty-four minutes past midnight and guess what? It’s freaking Christmas! It is the Season of Joy, Love and laughter but heck, am I happy? Not the very least. In fact, I feel down. Very, very down.

As far as I could remember, Christmas has always been my favorite festive season since young. My parents would bring me and my siblings to Orchard Road where we took lots of pictures posing with the Christmas decorations and enjoying the sights and sounds. We may not have extravagant Christmas dinners or presents but still, I love Christmas all the same because it is that special time during the year where we can hang out together as a family and that’s what I love about Christmas!

Family. Love. Togetherness

However, as we kids grew up, everyone gets busy with their own lives and such family gatherings are getting fewer and
fewer until there is none at all. Now, I simply doesn’t feel the Christmas Spirit anymore. I mean, Christmas is supposed to be joyful, heartwarmingg and all that stuff but then, I feel Christmas just isn’t Christmas anymore… Christmas now is like so… commercialized

Just what is the true meaning behind Christmas anyway? I think something important is missing but I don’t know what it is.

I don’t know if I am having a depression but seriously, I think I
do. I am facing alot of stress and everything is a burden to
me. There is nothing worth looking forward to and I dread waking
up every morning. I am frightened of facing everydays’
challenges and I try to avoid direct confrontation with people. I started to question myself what is my purpose in
life? Why am I slogging so hard for and just what exactly is it that I am
hoping to achieve?

I am beginning to not recognize myself anymore after Dexter‘s
death more than a year ago. I find that I am a stranger to
myself. Just who am I and what do I want? Previously, I could still
confide in Dexter with all my problems but now, all I could do is stare at
his pictures and talk to myself.

I have lost all my
bearings in life and I do not know which is the direction that I wanted
to go.

Dexter, please show me the light…

…here’s wishing everyone a Wet & Slobbering Christmas!


*ps. I miss you, Dexter.
I have never stopped missing you since the day you left me. I
missed your crazy antics, the circular dances round my feet when I got
home, your wet, slobbering kisses and of course, your doggy breath



where are you christmas

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Where are you Christmas
Why can’t I find you
Why have you gone away
Where is the laughter
You used to bring me
Why can’t I hear music play

My world is changing
I’m rearranging
Does that mean Christmas changes too

Where are you Christmas
Do you remember
The one you used to know
I’m not the same one
See what the time’s done
Is that why you have let me go

Christmas is here
Everywhere, oh
Christmas is here
If you care, oh

If there is love in your heart and your mind
You will feel like Christmas all the time

I feel you Christmas
I know I’ve found you
You never fade away
The joy of Christmas
Stays here inside us
Fills each and every heart with love

Where are you Christmas
Fill your heart with love





Puppy Mill uncovered at Montreal, Canada

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wft

This is
how an ideal Fox Terrier should look like.

All 101 Fox Terriers
coats were very long, full of knots and fully covered in excrement.
These little dogs resembled something straight out of a horror film.
There were corpses of deceased dogs in different stages of
decomposition within a sea of filth, as the living dogs ate their
remains.


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Yet this is how a Fox Terrier from the puppymill looks like…

Journalists from different media outlets, who were dispatched
to cover this story, were stunned by the abominable conditions they
witnessed. Overwhelmed by what they beheld, some
journalist began
vomiting!



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Can you imagine what this
Fox Terriers’ ordeal at the puppymill?


Everywhere, dogs were stacked atop of each other in cramped
cages. In certain cases, dogs were unable to lift their heads because
they were jammed between the raised floor, resulting from the
accumulation of excrement and the top of the cage. Some of the dogs
were carrying three times their weight from all the excrement collected
in their hair.




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This Fox Terriers’ fur is caked with faeces.



The SPCA was able to take charge of 35 of the
dogs immediately. Sadly though, the police sent the others to the local
municipal pound where 20 were euthanized. While the SPCA veterinarians,
employees and volunteers tirelessly examined, treated, cleaned and
cared for these poor animals, the SPCA inspectors were dispatched to
talk to the dogs’ owner to convince him to release the remaining dogs
to our charge, where they will remain for many months and possibly
years, until this case is heard by a judge.”







Sadly, this is what has been happening behind
the closed doors at the puppymills where numerous dogs were kept together and mate all day long to produce truckloads of cutesy little
puppies that you see in the petshop windows.


The reason why this is happening is because WE, the self proclaimed dog lovers are creating that god-damn demand which gives the puppymill operators an excuse to continue breeding their dogs under such hellish conditions.


Because of our own selfish desire to possess that endearing puppy in the petshop window, WE are creating that demand and in the process, banished their parents to a lifetime imprisonment
at the puppymill where they feel no love or even receive a tummy rub.


As long as the demand is there, the puppymill operators will carry on breeding the dogs. Only when the demand stop (ie, if we stop buying
from pet shops), the
puppymill operator sees no profit in the making,
only then will the supply (aka breeding and suffering) will stop because
NO DEMAND = NO SUPPLY.

Without a doubt, OUR hands are tainted with blood AND guilt!


It is so hypocritical of US, the self proclaimed dog lovers to keep whining all day long about about how evil puppymills were and
how sad it is for the parents yet we are still patronizing petshops and
even recommending people who are looking for dogs to “go check it out” at XXX petshop/farm. WTF?


There are already enough homeless
dogs at the animals shelters so why add more figures to the
statistics? Every puppy born robs a shelter dogs’ chance of
finding a home thus, I
would choose to adopt and give a new lease of life to a abandoned dog
instead of
becoming the puppymill operators’ accomplices in the evil trade.


dizang once said bukong.


Hence, bearing
the same faith in mind, my stand is
that I will never buy a puppy from the petshop unless the shelters are
completely empty.

Anyway, puppyhood only last a year or so. I
would much prefer to adopt an older, sensible dog who is already toilet and/or
basic obedience trained rather than a boisterous puppy which goes round knocking off furniture and pees/poo everywhere in the house.



They need OUR help and WE are their voices. Help them please! You can start off by saying NO to a petshop puppy. Encourage your friends to adopt instead of buying.





Come this
Christmas, do make a difference to somedogs’ life by adopting or simply taking part in the ASD Xmas Pledge Of Love.


Oh Dear! Where Had All The Drum Sticks Go?

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This morning, I had wanted to buy three packets of chicken rice with drumsticks but the Ah Pek told me that there were no more drumsticks left.

*Dramatic music starts playing in the background*

No drumsticks?  NO DRUMSTICKS!!  WHAT DO YOU MEAN NO DRUMSTICKS?!! How can that be??

Cries…

I opened my tears-soaked eyes widely, staring at the four plump and succulent chickens hanging there on the rack. “Then what are those staring back at me from the window is? Turkeys? Or were they part of my hallucinations?”, I wondered.

Either:
1) he thinks that I am stupid (which I violently disagrees with), or
2) he is blind AND he does not know how to count drumsticks.

I honestly believe it is the latter…

Tell me, is not chicken + chicken + chicken + chicken  X  drumstick + drumstickdrumstick drumstick drumstick drumstick drumstick drumstick drumstick drumstick ?

No?

Okay, I guess he must be keeping all the drumsticks to be processed into waxed drumsticks for the coming Lunar New Year. If he do not want to sell drumsticks, I can always buy them elsewhere! No big deal! It is not as if he is the only chicken rice seller in the whole neighborhood?

Oh well, he can keep all his precious darling drumsticks for himself while I spend my filthy money at the other chicken rice stall at the next coffeeshop.

n-whitechicken

Jussie’s Holiday Wish

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Jussie4

Hi, I’m Jussie. That’s short for Justice. I got my name because when I was tiny I was put in a ratty old cage at a puppymill in Pennsylvania. There were almost 600 other dogs at that prison. They put a chain around my neck. As I grew the chain grew into my neck – into my skin, the muscle and the veins – Yikes! It was awful. I was in constant pain. I was really lucky though because I got rescued from that hell. I had to go to a doctor and have surgery – it took four hours of surgery and 72 stitches to take the damn chain out of my neck.


Justice5

I was up for adoption but no one wanted to adopt me because I BITE. If you had been through what I went through, you would bite too. So I stayed with the woman who rescued me and she’s my mom. I LOVE my life now. I am the designated toy murderer and am very talented at my job. I eat as much as I can – stealing from my brothers and sisters whenever they turn their heads even for an instant. I sleep on soft beds with wonderful covers. I vividly remember what it was like to freeze in the rickety barn. Now I love to lie in front of the furnace vent – the hot spot! Aaaaah!!! I have five brothers and sisters who I love so much. I show them how much by stealing their toys and their food and making sure I get in the middle of their attention.

Jus2

There are over 400,000 dogs across this country who are suffering just the way I suffered. They never get out of that stinking cage. They never get to play with a toy – EVER. They never get to sleep in a soft bed – they sleep on wires. Really. Can you imagine that? They don’t get a blanket or a mat or anything. They sleep on wire and it’s so cold. I heard on the tv about the recent storm in Missouri where the electricity was out for a couple of weeks. The people were freezing. They had to leave their homes. The dogs suffer in that cold all winter, every winter.

It gets really really cold in the winter – so cold it hurts. I curled up with the others dogs and cried myself to sleep. Sometimes it was just too cold to even go to sleep. And the food – yucks! No one ever loved me. I was sad, lonely, scared, bored, and cold. What kind of country is this that allows 400,000 dogs to suffer like that?

I’m beautiful, brilliant, funny and loving. I never did anything to deserve to suffer the way I did. The dogs still in prison didn’t do anything to deserve to be there either. So here is my wish.


I want all of the dogs free from prison. It’s that simple. Free the dogs.

What you can do? NEVER BUY A DOG IN A PET STORE. Spread the word.

View this video here.