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pet lovers of the world, unite and mobilize for action.
This morning, there was a comment in my inbox from a friend of mine (shoutout to ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
laurelwood!) talking about her family's efforts to adopt a pet rabbit from the local animal shelter; they are biting their nails in their (previously unworn!) underpants kerchiefs while they wait to hear whether they get an interview. I hope they do get one, because surely Brooke alone will see to it that that rabbit will have the best life of any rabbit that there ever was. (I mean, I have openly wished at times that the laurelwood family would adopt me!)
Anyway, Laurel mentioned in passing that the process for adoption seems amazingly stringent in her town, and she goes on to say, I'll bet dog adopters are subject to credit tests and fingerprinting! and that is the subject of my post today, that I hope they are, that I hope that they do those things and that they check on adopters with some sort of pet social worker for a year after adoption just to make certain they are doing what they've promised to do. What, you know, everyone is morally obligated to do after promising to take charge of the physical and mental welfare of another living creature.
I am feeling all angry and upset and misanthropic this morning, see. Over a news story from around here, which I've been stewing over for a while because these things always just make me crazy, and the particulars of this case are horrific enough--shallow graves in the backyard, dogs killing one another, 37 malnourished dogs under one roof, the suspects arrested for drug possession rather than animal cruelty because a charge of cruelty is so hard to make stick, animals in the south tending to be viewed legally as property rather than living creatures under human care--but which has been updated this morning with the news that the animal shelter for this Georgia county has announced that they will have to euthanize all strays collected while this case is pending because the 37 dogs are taking up all available kennel space.
This morning, my stomach is curdling over the idea that there is even any question as to whether these two fuckheads are going to get their dogs back. And I am remembering, from my shelter volunteer days in Louisiana, pet owners who wanted to get rid of their dogs because they didn't match the new goddamned sofa they just got, owners who'd never bothered to house-train their pets who wanted them euthanized because they kept peeing on the floor. People who abandoned pets in moves, left them chained out to starve in the garage in an empty house. People who set them on fire, stabbed them, pushed them out of moving cars on the freeway. People who should never, ever have been allowed to take charge of another life.
Even one of my coworkers, who found a huge turtle at the side of the road and likes to, you know, eat turtles. He popped it into the bed of his truck--a dark green metal truck, somewhat akin to a frying pan in this heat--so that he could take it home and kill it, nine hours later. And he just left it. In the sun. With no water. And a heat index of 109. Well, I guess the turtle was going to die, anyway, right? So why bother to make its last few hours on earth in any way comfortable? (After it was pointed out that it possibly a little cruel to treat a living thing in this manner, he did put a tub of water and a box for shade out in the truck bed. Just to be completely fair to this dickless waste of oxygen.)
I'm sorry for shouting about this all over your friends page. It just makes me sick, is all. I hate people, today, everyone I look at, I am thinking, prove to me that you are a decent human being, because the way I am feeling this morning, even knowing all my responsible friends who dote on their pets and wouldn't think of so much as going an extra night without cleaning out the catbox, it seems as though most people don't have that instinct for common decency. And I am glad, glad, glad that in Laurel's neck of the woods, they have a healthy enough mistrust in people to make sure that they completely understand their obligations to an adopted pet.
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On the plus side, today is the first day in it seems like weeks that we haven't had a heat index of over 105 degrees F. It hardly seems like adequate compensation, though.
laurelwood!) talking about her family's efforts to adopt a pet rabbit from the local animal shelter; they are biting their nails in their (previously unworn!) underpants kerchiefs while they wait to hear whether they get an interview. I hope they do get one, because surely Brooke alone will see to it that that rabbit will have the best life of any rabbit that there ever was. (I mean, I have openly wished at times that the laurelwood family would adopt me!)Anyway, Laurel mentioned in passing that the process for adoption seems amazingly stringent in her town, and she goes on to say, I'll bet dog adopters are subject to credit tests and fingerprinting! and that is the subject of my post today, that I hope they are, that I hope that they do those things and that they check on adopters with some sort of pet social worker for a year after adoption just to make certain they are doing what they've promised to do. What, you know, everyone is morally obligated to do after promising to take charge of the physical and mental welfare of another living creature.
I am feeling all angry and upset and misanthropic this morning, see. Over a news story from around here, which I've been stewing over for a while because these things always just make me crazy, and the particulars of this case are horrific enough--shallow graves in the backyard, dogs killing one another, 37 malnourished dogs under one roof, the suspects arrested for drug possession rather than animal cruelty because a charge of cruelty is so hard to make stick, animals in the south tending to be viewed legally as property rather than living creatures under human care--but which has been updated this morning with the news that the animal shelter for this Georgia county has announced that they will have to euthanize all strays collected while this case is pending because the 37 dogs are taking up all available kennel space.
This morning, my stomach is curdling over the idea that there is even any question as to whether these two fuckheads are going to get their dogs back. And I am remembering, from my shelter volunteer days in Louisiana, pet owners who wanted to get rid of their dogs because they didn't match the new goddamned sofa they just got, owners who'd never bothered to house-train their pets who wanted them euthanized because they kept peeing on the floor. People who abandoned pets in moves, left them chained out to starve in the garage in an empty house. People who set them on fire, stabbed them, pushed them out of moving cars on the freeway. People who should never, ever have been allowed to take charge of another life.
Even one of my coworkers, who found a huge turtle at the side of the road and likes to, you know, eat turtles. He popped it into the bed of his truck--a dark green metal truck, somewhat akin to a frying pan in this heat--so that he could take it home and kill it, nine hours later. And he just left it. In the sun. With no water. And a heat index of 109. Well, I guess the turtle was going to die, anyway, right? So why bother to make its last few hours on earth in any way comfortable? (After it was pointed out that it possibly a little cruel to treat a living thing in this manner, he did put a tub of water and a box for shade out in the truck bed. Just to be completely fair to this dickless waste of oxygen.)
I'm sorry for shouting about this all over your friends page. It just makes me sick, is all. I hate people, today, everyone I look at, I am thinking, prove to me that you are a decent human being, because the way I am feeling this morning, even knowing all my responsible friends who dote on their pets and wouldn't think of so much as going an extra night without cleaning out the catbox, it seems as though most people don't have that instinct for common decency. And I am glad, glad, glad that in Laurel's neck of the woods, they have a healthy enough mistrust in people to make sure that they completely understand their obligations to an adopted pet.
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On the plus side, today is the first day in it seems like weeks that we haven't had a heat index of over 105 degrees F. It hardly seems like adequate compensation, though.
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It makes me so sick to hear about mistreated animal, Cammy, omg. :| I know exactly how you feel; I just get so ANGRY. IT IS A DOMESTICATED ANIMAL. IT DEPENDS ON YOU TO SURVIVE. HOW CAN YOU MISTREAT IT? HOW DO YOU SLEEP AT NIGHT? This is right up there with child and spousal abuse, in my mind, YET YOUR PET CANNOT REPORT YOU TO THE POLICE YOU FUCKERS.
I cannot believe you didn't smack your coworker with a brick. I'm sorry. Perhaps I'm impetuous and also a bitch? But oh man, I don't know how I could have resisted.
*shakes*
In one week, I go back to my mother's for six days. Her dog is going to NY with us for the weekend, and he'll be staying when we leave because my brother wants him for a few weeks but oh, the time I do get to spend with him. I cannot wait. I miss having a slobbery, loveable brown dog in my bed.
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My parents have two rescued Greyhounds, and it's the same for them; they had to fill out extensive paperwork and go through interviews and fill out all these forms, and someone comes out to your house to make sure your home is suitable. I approve of this.
And I am so glad you get to see your mom's dog! I hope you get to have lots of cuddle-time with him. Cuddling a dog for fifteen minutes is better than any massage. (I wish I could cuddle you too--you are the best.)