TUCKER FURGUY

TUCKER FURGUY
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Saturday, August 30, 2008

Sweet Senior Dog Needs Help! (NC)



Reply to: comm-796013789@craigslist.org
Date: 2008-08-14, 1:47AM EDT

**Permission to crosspost**

Last Thursday this little Rat Terrier was brought in by his owner of 8 long years, dropped on the floor, and the only comment the owner made was,
"Kill Him, I'm done with him" Then without looking back at his companion who was dragging his limp body struggling to get back to his owner, walked out the door, and drove away



The vet did x-rays, and found that his back was not broken, like he first predicted. He kept him for a few days, then called Project Paws, Pleading for someone to take him and give him another chance.



I named Him Bandit. We picked him up yesterday, and knowing we dont; have the funds, or truthfully the space to take him, we looked into his confused eyes, and couldn't abandoned him again the way his previous owner did.



Bandit does have a back injury, and will need more medical care, more x-rays, and more money to help with his costs. He has nerve damage too, and though he can walk, he does fall occasionally, and does drag his feet. From what the vet told us, the previous owner kept him in a kennel his whole life, and as an un-neutered male, did wonder away and got hit by a car. He drug himself home, and out of breath, and with bloody feet, layed at his owners doorstep, only to be dropped of for death.



BANDIT needs help. He is a Senior Dog, With little chance of hope without the help from people who care. He has had a cruel past, but with YOUR help, he will have a bright future. I can't say exactly how much medical treatment he will need, but bandit is a fighter, who with love, donations, a kind word, and good food...will make it.

Please. Myself & project Paws can NOT help bandit on our own. We have 30 other animals in foster care who need BASIC vetting. Bandit is a special boy, and we dont' have the money to help him. He will probably cost about $500. A Rescue for him would be great too.



Bandit does NOT deserve to be euthanized, but without funds to help him, thats the best thing we can do for him...and though his death will be painless, and he will die in my arms, knowing he is loved, it will kill me to fail this little loving dog.

If you can't donate money, please spread the word about him. Prayers, kind thoughts, and spreading the word about him are just as valuable as money.
Please contact me if you need to know ANYTHING about bandit. Leovrhs@gmail.com

PRoject Paws
PO Box 1646
Murphy, NC 28906

Paypal: projectpawsinc@yahoo.com



"Project Paws Inc is a new rescue organization that has been activly striving to help stray, abandoned, abused and needy animals for 3 months. All donations go directly to the animals, and once we have enough funds to cover medical cost for this animal, any extra money will go directly to costs of our other 30 foster animas, vetting, food, medical care."

* Location: NC

Wednesday, August 27, 2008

Nebraska city council votes to evict aging horse

Nebraska city council votes to evict aging horse

By NATE JENKINS, Associated Press Writer Wed Aug 27, 4:27 AM ET

HICKMAN, Neb. - This one-horse town is looking like becoming a no-horse town.

The owner of a 32-year-old horse named Peter Rabbit wasn't able Tuesday to buck a local ban on livestock within city limits.

After widespread publicity of the ban that threatened to kick Peter Rabbit off the pasture where he was born, the Hickman City Council considered an ordinance Tuesday night that would allow horses inside city limits. But council members ultimately voted 4-2 against adopting it, leaving the ban intact.

Councilwoman Kim Hoesing has long supported allowing horses. After Tuesday's vote, she said she hoped the issue would die down because "I can't get anyone to agree with me."

For a bedroom community where people live to get away from the hustle and bustle of nearby Lincoln, Hickman and its population of 1,085 have had a lot of racket lately. After publicity of Peter Rabbit's fight with City Hall, people around the country did some of the lobbying the horse couldn't.

Hickman City Administrator Bret Baker hasn't been amused by all the publicity. Given some of the phone calls he's received, it's tough to blame him.

He said staff had to turn off the voicemail because of all the phone calls, and the flood of e-mails "actually bombed our e-mail server three times."

The horse's owner, 76-year-old Harley Scott, said he has raised Peter Rabbit since the brown Morgan-quarter horse crossbreed was born in his pasture in the spring of 1976. Scott said there have been horses on the land since his father bought 40 acres in 1935.

Only about 4 acres remain in the family. The rest has been sold to developers. His land was annexed in 2006, but Scott said no one said anything to him at the time about having to give up the horse.

Scott has said he has no intention of complying with the Sept. 15 deadline. He faces the prospect of being fined up to $100 a day if he's convicted of violating the ordinance.

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Associated Press writer Timberly Ross in Omaha contributed to this report.

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On the Net:

City of Hickman: http://www.hickman.ne.gov

Sunday, August 24, 2008

Newborn Baby Saved by a Dog



Dog protected abandoned newborn, doctors say

(CNN) -- A dog sheltered a newborn baby abandoned by its 14-year-old mother in a field in rural Argentina until the boy was rescued, a doctor said Friday.

The abandoned infant was found in a field with this dog and her newborn puppies.

A resident of a rural area outside La Plata called police late Wednesday night to say that he had heard the baby crying in a field behind his house.

The man went outside and found the infant lying beside the dog and its six newborn puppies, said Daniel Salcedo, chief of police of the Province of Buenos Aires.

The temperature was a chilly 37 degrees, Salcedo said.

The dog had apparently carried the baby 50 meters from where his mother had abandoned him to where the puppies were huddled, police said.

"She took it like a puppy and rescued it," Salcedo said. "The doctors told us if she hadn't done this, he would have died.

"The dog is a hero to us."

Dr. Egidio Melia, director of the Melchor Romero Hospital in La Plata, said police showed up at the hospital at 11:30 p.m. Wednesday with the baby, who doctors say was only a few hours old.

Though the infant had superficial scratches and bruises and was bleeding from his mouth, he was in good shape, Melia said.

The next morning, the child's mother was driven by a neighbor to the hospital and told authorities that the 8-pound, 13-ounce infant is hers, Melia said.
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The teenager was immediately given psychological treatment and was hospitalized, he said. She has said little about the incident.

The child has been transferred to a children's hospital in La Plata, 37 miles from Buenos Aires.

Wednesday, August 20, 2008

The Chai Story - Dangerous Dog Toy

This is a terribly sad story involving a dangerous dog toy! Please take a moment to read the story and spread the word...

The Chai Story - Dangerous Dog Toy

Prairie Wolf - Fiction Story - Enjoy!

PRAIRIE WOLF



They sat on the back porch as morning breathed a frosty zephyr across the weathered planking. The cold air stung the man's work and time-worn hands, but he didn't notice. He reached out and placed his hand on his best friend's shoulder. Sadie turned a smiling face to the man.

They shared their breakfast here, watching the stars blink out as the sun spread its amber mantle over the meadows and hills. In the fields, cattle shuffled closer together. When hungry calves called out to their mothers their breaths puffed out in misty plumes.

Sadie was a beautiful Border Collie and so smart Burt felt a great pride for her. She had been an anniversary gift from his late wife and Burt had grown to deeply love his ever-happy fur girl.

Shortly after their anniversary, Burt's wife became ill and passed away. Burt's world was a whirlwind of chaos and grief and during that time Sadie had become pregnant after a visit from a neighbor's free-roaming Australian Shepherd.

In the glow of dawn, he saw the coyote, low on the trail, watching them. It was the same every morning. Several calves had gone missing and Burt suspected coyotes, often called Prairie Wolves, were to blame. Burt began carrying a rifle whenever he was out with the cattle. He was too old to react fast enough to ward off a coyote attack and Sadie was not as quick to move out due to her pregnancy.

Her cumbersome weight notwithstanding, Sadie was always eager to make her daily rounds in the fields. She was protective of all in her charge, but with the calves she was especially vigilant.

After her work was done, Sadie would head out to the river on the back end of the property, near the woods. Burt wondered what she did there. Once, curious to find out, he had followed her. When Sadie spotted him she turned around and ran back to the ranch. He found her on the porch smiling. Burt chuckled, figured he wasn't meant to know.

Lush grass blanketed the banks under scrub oak, and lichen covered rocks of all sizes peppered the fields around the stream. She would leave in the late afternoon, but not until Burt gave her permission with a nod. Sadie then trotted off with a grin, her body wiggling excitedly as she trotted down the path that took her to the river.

Burt was out with the herd. The cattle were contentedly grazing and Burt took a deep breath of the loamy scented air. Sunlight splintered on the horizon as dusk settled into the hills. Over the backs of his cattle Burt's gaze searched for Sadie. He found her weaving around shrubs and boulders. She neared the crest of a hillock and was soon out of sight. It was then that Burt noticed movement on the same path. Threading its way more quickly than Sadie was able, the coyote followed.

Burt raised his rifle, set his aim on the gray animal and squeezed the trigger. The coyote cried out in pain and stumbled. Whimpering, the coyote reeled in circles, then fell and did not get up.

That night Burt was wide awake. He looked down at the end of the bed. Sadie's blanket was empty and cold. She had not returned. Sadie had shared his bed every night. Her warm body was comforting and he fell asleep listening to the gentle soughing of her breath. Felt the reassurance of her presence from the weight of her against his ankles and feet.

He stared out into the shadows of his bedroom. Moonlight dropped a sheet of silver on the floor 'neath the bedroom window. But Burt didn't notice. Tears obscured his vision. Grief and loneliness bruised his spirit.

The next morning he searched the hills for her. He found her body amidst tall grass. He reached out and touched her shoulder. All that had been embodied in the broken body below him--was gone. As he bent down to gather her up, deep furrowed wounds between her belly and flank caught his eye. Claw marks, from a big cat, most likely a cougar.
Strength left him and he collapsed next to his beloved friend. She had been ravaged, her belly torn open. The pups, so close to delivery, were gone. He lifted his hands up, clasped them at the back of his neck, dropped his head and wept.

He carried her home, wrapped her in her blanket from the bed and buried her out past the back porch.

Two months passed. One morning Burt found a pup on the porch's weathered planking. The sleepy pup tilted his head and chuffed a welcome. As Burt bent down to get a better look he heard the rustling of an animal in the nearby brush.

A coyote, and close enough to discern its sex--a female. She rocked back on her hind legs and pivoted to turn. Her right front leg was withered and she held it up as she trotted away. In the gray shadows of dawn he watched as she ribboned her way up the path that crested the hillock. The path that ran to the river. As she passed a rocky ledge, two coyote pups sprang out from their hiding place, fast on their mother's heels.

The pups looked to be the same age as the pup on his porch. And while they displayed all the physical traits of a coyote, the little one at his feet was a Border Collie mix and looked much like his mother, Sadie.

He had been wrong about the coyote. She hadn't studied them from the hill with malice. She had not scanned the ranch to scope out a meal, but to look for her friend. She had been waiting for Sadie, to come and play. In the two months following Sadie's death, he had lost 3 calves. But not to the female who had just left him, for she was too crippled now to bring down anything of substantial size.

He turned back to the pup. As the sun spread its shimmering cloak, a golden ray alit in the pup's blue eyes. He opened his mouth and smiled up at Burt. Burt cast one last look in the direction of the hills, then turned back to the pup, pulled him up, and said, "She has taken good care of you. I was wrong about her, perhaps I can make amends and start leaving food out for her and her young ones."

In the not too distant future. When the pup had grown lanky and frolicsome--the Prairie Wolf would return to the hillside. She would look to see if a playmate awaited her there, keeping company with the old man.



Copyright © by Kathy Pippig Harris

China Flaying Animals Alive - WARNING: Strong Content

WARNING: Strong Content - Hard on the heart and on the eyes

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Posted: August 19, 2008
9:48 pm Eastern

By Bob Unruh
WorldNetDaily

Editor's Note: The descriptions and video of China's fur industry in this story will be disturbing to some readers.


Animals rights activists have documented that China's fur industry skins animals alive for their fur (Photo courtesy of Swiss Animal Protection)

The newest controversy over exports from China has caused nightmares for researchers documenting the abuse inflicted on animals bred and raised in tiny cages and then skinned alive for their fur.

WND has reported multiple times on problems with exports from China, with poison found in pajamas, consumers warned against using ginger, an alert about the dangers from China's pickled vegetables and even the dangers from honey and fireworks.

Now comes word from an extended investigation into the fur trade that China is estimated to produce approximately 85 percent of the world's fur products – and it has virtually no regulations or rules for the treatment of the animals.

According to Mark Rissi, a spokesman for Swiss Animal Protection, which has documented abuse of animals raised for their fur as early as 1983, the China project has been going on for several years.

The organization's report has been made available online, with dramatic images and descriptions that researchers found more than disturbing.

"As animals are considered objects in China, there is little or no awareness for the suffering of these sentient beings," Rissi told WND from his European base of operations via e-mail. "The cruelty found was beyond our expectations, and it was hard to document without interfering. It caused nightmares to the team, especially in the editing room, because the scenes had to be replayed and replayed to be edited from six hours down to 20 minutes."

Rissi said the actual onsite investigation was done by his organization's staff members as well as trusted Asian animal protection supporters, but as fur production was not a controversial subject, "people willingly showed their farms to the team."

He said he's glad other organizations, such as the U.S.-based People for the Ethical Treatment of Animals, have joined in his group's campaign.

Dogs are picked up by workers using a metal tongs and their tails prior to being slammed to the ground and skinned. (Photo courtesy of Swiss Animal Protection)

"Our main goal was to get this distributed because we want consumers worldwide to be aware about the cruelty involved in the fur fashion," he said.

"People have a right to know that a huge percentage of fur is imported from China, which doesn't have any federal laws protecting animals on fur farms. People who might contribute to this atrocity by purchasing fur or fur-trimmed garments need to know about the horrible suffering of the animals who wore that skin first," PETA spokeswoman Melissa Karpel told WND.

"We want them to see how fur farmers slam terrified animals — including raccoon pups — on the ground and skin them while they're still conscious. People need to know what they're really buying when they buy fur or fur trim," she said.

"Conditions on Chinese fur farms make a mockery of the most elementary animal welfare standards," the Swiss report said. "This report shows that China's colossal fur industry routinely subjects animals to housing, husbandry, transport and slaughter practices that are unacceptable from a veterinary, animal welfare and moral point of view."

PETA has posted a Swiss Animal Protection video on its U.S. site, documenting the bloody violence prevalent in the Chinese fur industry.

The report contained the testimony from witnesses to a dog slaughter:

Once pulled out from its cage, the raccoon dog curls up into a ball in mid-air. … One woman in a headscarf is first to grab hold of the raccoon dog's tail and the others drift away peevishly. The woman in the headscarf swings the animal upwards. It forms an arc in the air and is then slammed heavily to the ground, throwing up a cloud of dust. The raccoon dog tries to stand up, its paws scrabbling in the grit. The wooden club in the woman's hand swings down onto its forehead. The woman picks up the animal and walks toward the other side of the road, throwing it onto a pile of other raccoon dogs. A stream of blood trickles from its muzzle, but its eyes are open and it continues to repeatedly blink, move its paws, raise its head and collapse to the ground. Beside it lies another raccoon dog. Its four limbs have been hacked off but still it continues to yelp.

The report then graphically describes how the dogs are skinned, sometimes while they are living.

Rissi noted that the Humane Society of the United States also has worked on the investigation, citing well-known U.S. companies, including J.C. Penney, Burlington Coat Factory, Bloomingdale's, Sak's Fifth Avenue and Macy's, for selling Chinese-produced fur products, sometimes labeling them as "faux fur" or raccoon when the actual product is from a raccoon dog.

The Swiss Animal Protection report said slaughter methods range from beatings with a metal or wooden stick or swinging the animal until it slams to the ground.

Then they are skinned.

"They struggle and try to fight back to the very end. Even after their skin has been stripped off breathing, heart beat, directional body and eyelid movements were evident for five to 10 minutes," the report said.

The process is repeated millions of times, as China processes up to 100,000 pelts in a day at times.

The Swiss organization said China should pass a national animal welfare law, prohibit skinning live animals, prohibit inhumane treatment and slaughter methods, and the rest of the world should shun the use of fur.

Swiss Animal Protection is the umbrella organization of 58 regional animal protection associations in Switzerland and the Principality of Liechtenstein. Founded in 1861, it is the oldest and biggest animal protection organization operating throughout Switzerland.

WND's earlier reporting showed Chinese products recalled in 2007 alone included:

* Portable baby swings that entrap youngsters, resulting in 60 reports of cuts, bruises and abrasions;
* Swimming pool ladders that break, resulting in 127 reports of injuries, including leg lacerations requiring up to 21 stitches, five reports of bone fractures, two back injuries, two reports of torn ligaments and eight sprained ankles;
* Faulty baby carriers that result in babies falling out and getting bruised, getting skulls cracked and hospitalizations;
* Easy-Bake Ovens that trap children's fingers in openings, resulting in burns;
* Oscillating tower fans whose faulty wiring results in fires, burns and smoke inhalation injuries;
* Exploding air pumps that have resulted in 13 lacerations including six facial injuries and one to the eye;
* Bargain-priced oil-filled electric heaters, selling for less than $50, that burn down homes;
* Notebook computer batteries that burn up computers, cause other property damage and burn users;
* Circular saws with faulty blade guards that result in cutting users, not wood.

WND also has reported on Chinese imports that poisoned America's pets, risked America's human food supply and reintroduced lead poisoning to America's children.

Other problems have occurred with power strips and extension cords, holiday lights and batteries.

China also consistently has topped the list of countries whose products were refused by the FDA The list includes many countries, including Mexico and Canada, that export far more food products to the U.S. than China.

The Chinese government, in fact, actually has blamed WND's reports for fanning the flames of hysteria about the safety of Chinese products.

Tuesday, August 19, 2008

75 puppies abandoned at roadside




From Pet Abuse.Com

75 puppies abandoned at roadside
Courtney, OK (US)

Incident Date: Sunday, Aug 17, 2008
County: Love

Disposition: Open

Suspect(s) Unknown - We need your help!

Case Updates: 1 update(s) available

Officials in are frantically searching for homes for 75 puppies. The dogs were found on the side of the road near Courtney. They are said to be all different breeds.

The dogs are starving and need new homes. Authorities are trying to contact the SPCA and animal shelters in the region.

Sheriff's Office officials say a Bonham woman has agreed to take all the dogs in.

They say the dogs are all purebreds, including poodles, yorkies, shihtzus, and many more.

Authorities are looking for information on the dumping. Those involved could face more than 80 felony counts of cruelty to animals.

For those who wish to help, here is contact information for the shelter where the dogs are....

Neely’s Pet Place Adoptions
Bonham, TX
903-361-0524
Email : neelyspetplace@aol.com

Neely's Pet Place Adoptions would love to have:
-towels
-blankets
-puppy pads
-penicillin
-3cc syringes
-flea shampoo
-crates
-bowls
-collars
-puppy food
-any sort of monetary donation
-and even TIME!

Case Updates
Love County authorities did not know what to do Sunday night. It is hard enough finding a home for a hundred dogs any day, let alone on a Sunday night. But that all changed when authorities called a place known as Neely's Pet Place Adoptions.

When Brenda Neely's phone rang Sunday night, she had no idea what was in store for her. Love County authorities asked Neely if she could take in a dozen or so abandoned dogs.

Neely did not hesitate, and immediately headed to Courtney, Oklahoma.

"I don't have the heart to pick who lives and who dies so we just took them all. We're very overcrowded, extremely overcrowded, but we'll manage. We'll find a way to get them all taken care of and get them all new homes."

Neely says the scene was heartbreaking. Most of the dogs were in horrible condition, ill and covered in mange. Some could not even stand.

She found herself driving back to Bonham with nearly two dozen dogs and promised to go back and rescue every single animal.

That promise means each dogs will have a chance at life. Neely says she will provide starter shots, heart worm testing, and even spaying and neutering to each dog.

"We try to make sure they have a clean bill of health so that their new family doesn't have any problems with them when they do get them."

The Town and Country Animal Hospital in Ardmore is also helping out. Vets there are helping nurse about 50 dogs back to health.

Neely says that is a big help, but another way to help her is to adopt one of the other 90 dogs in her shelter. She has puppies and adult dogs with breeds ranging from Chihuahuas to basset hounds to pure bred labs.

"There's a whole bunch of dogs out here who could really use a loving home, and if we could find them homes it would make room for the ones that are coming in that aren't going to be able to go right away."

Neely's Pet Place will be closed this week while the newest dogs are being taken care of. Neely is paying for the dogs’ medical costs out of her own pocket, and is expecting to pay about $1,000 for rabies shots and $5,000 to spay and neuter each animal.

If anyone can give Brenda a couple bucks, OR MORE. Give her a call.
http://www.pet-abuse.com/cases/14402/OK/US/

Neely's Pet Place Adoptions

Source: KXII - Aug 18, 2008
Update posted on Aug 18, 2008 - 11:39PM

Saturday, August 16, 2008

Officer's actions as dog was dying...



Officer's actions as dog was dying anger driver

A Texas State University student who waited to get a speeding ticket while his girlfriend's dog died in her arms has filed a formal complaint with the San Marcos police over the Aug. 5 incident.

Krystal Hernandez was holding her ailing teacup poodle, Missy, while her boyfriend, Michael Gonzalez, raced south on Interstate 35 — allegedly hitting 95 mph — toward a 24-hour veterinary clinic in New Braunfels.

After their car was pulled over sometime after midnight, the couple said they were kept waiting for 20 minutes by Officer Paul Stephens before he issued the ticket, despite their desperate pleas.

Police Chief Howard Williams said an internal investigation was begun after Gonzalez complained.

“This was not our finest hour,” Williams said. “It was not handled right by our officer, but whether there was a violation of our policy that is subject to punishment, I don't know.”

He said the officer has been “counseled” by supervisors.

Hernandez said the incident began when she and Gonzalez returned home after midnight from visiting a friend in San Antonio and fed Missy. When the dog began choking, they tried to dislodge the food, only to have Missy vomit and go limp.

They were racing down Interstate 35 toward New Braunfels when they were stopped by Stephens.

“Instead of helping us, he asked Michael what he was on,” Hernandez said.

She said they begged to be allowed to take the dog to the clinic, also asking that they be allowed to turn themselves in to be ticketed or arrested or for Stephens to detain Gonzalez there while she drove the dog to New Braunfels.

Instead, she claims, Stephens responded, “Chill out, it's just a dog, you can buy another one.”

Instead of hurrying to issue the ticket, Gonzalez said, Stephens chatted with two other officers on the scene. When he finally allowed them to leave 20 minutes later, the dog was dead, Gonzalez said.

But Chief Williams, who reviewed the patrol car's videotape of the stop, said Gonzalez should not have been driving so fast.

“He was going to kill someone the way he was going,” Williams said. Unfortunately, the chief said, the officers made the situation worse.

Gonzalez said he was told that the department's shift commander had contacted the municipal court and asked that the speeding ticket be dropped.

“That kind of makes me more furious,” Gonzalez said. “It's like I was kept there for nothing.”

http://www.mysanantonio.com/pets/officers_actions_as_dogwas_dying_anger_driver100.html

Loyal Dog



DOG GUARDED OWNER'S BODY FOR WEEKS AFTER SUICIDE
By Howard Pankratz
The Denver Post
Article Last Updated: 08/12/2008 05:34:51 PM MDT

Sara Baysinger walks and spends time with her husband's dog, Cash, Tuesday afternoon near her parent's home in La Salle. Cash, stayed with the body of Baysinger's husband, Jake, protecting it from coyotes for six weeks after he committed suicide in the Pawnee National Grasslands. (SPECIAL TO THE DENVER POST | Nathan W. Armes)

Rancher Kip Konig saw the German shepherd in the distance as he checked his cattle Sunday in the Pawnee National Grasslands.

The dog kept running back to a pickup, partially obscured in a depression and jumping into the front seat.

"I got the sense she was trying to tell me where her master was," said Konig.

Near the pickup, Konig spotted the skeletal remains of Jake Baysinger, the dog's owner. Baysinger had shot himself six weeks earlier.

Baysinger and the dog, named Cash, had disappeared June 28 from their home in La Salle.

In Konig's mind, the dog had been guarding Baysinger.

Today, Baysinger's widow, Sara, said that what happened for six weeks was the story of a kind, gentle dog.

Cash lived off mice, rabbits and other rodents as she kept watch over the man who adopted her when she was a puppy, said Sara Baysinger.

"She was Jake's baby," said Baysinger. "She was our baby before we had our son."

Sara, 23, and Jake, 25, were childhood sweethearts and started dating 12 years ago. They married five years ago.

Sara Baysinger said investigators have told her that they believe Cash protected Jake's body from coyotes and other animals and would jump into the pickup, which had both of its windows rolled down, to get out of the weather.

Except for being dehydrated when found, she was in good health, said Baysinger. Rescuers and veterinarians were astounded by her condition.

Dr. Mindi Dosch, the vet who examined Cash, said she was very thin when brought in but in good health, having suffered no damage to her kidneys or liver because of dehydration.

At the clinic where Dosch works, Cash was "kissing" everyone in sight, said Dosch, and was "bright and alert."

The vet noted that a dog can't live without water for longer than 72 hours and that Cash had to have been feeding off mice and other rodents, apparently teaching herself to hunt.

"She was a very intelligent dog to live for that long," said Dosch.

Cash also was lucky, said the vet, noting that parts of Colorado are full of predators, including coyotes.

Authorities believe the fact that Cash was able to stay in the cab of the pickup helped protect her.

On Monday, Baysinger picked the dog up from the Weld County Humane Society.

"She was extremely excited," Sara Baysinger said laughing. "She scratched my chest. She was jumping on me and excited to get out of there. She got in the truck and was licking on me."

One of the happiest reunions was between Cash and her little buddy, 2-year-old Lane Baysinger.

The second he saw Cash, Lane cried out. "He went running toward her, trying to get some bones, trying to feed her treats," Sara Baysinger recalled.

Chris Robillard, deputy coroner in Weld County, said it appears that Jake Baysinger committed suicide by using a 9mm semi-automatic pistol.

Robillard suspects Baysinger killed himself on June 28, the Saturday afternoon he disappeared with Cash.

Although it was a tragic end to her husband's life, Sara Baysinger says she has the memories of Jake and Cash together.

"They would go to a park down from the house, and they would play fetch forever and ever and ever," Baysinger recalled. "He would throw a ball, whatever they could find."

On Monday night, Cash was a comfort to Sara and Lane. She slept at the foot of their bed.

Howard Pankratz: 303-954-1939 or hpankratz@denverpost.com

http://www.denverpost.com/ci_10177977

Friday, August 15, 2008

The Power of the Dog

The Power of the Dog
by Rudyard Kipling

There is sorrow enough in the natural way
From men and women to fill our day;
And when we are certain of sorrow in store,
Why do we always arrange for more?
Brothers and Sisters, I bid you beware
Of giving your heart to a dog to tear.

Buy a pup and your money will buy
Love unflinching that cannot lie--
Perfect passion and worship fed
By a kick in the ribs or a pat on the head.
Nevertheless it is hardly fair
To risk your heart for a dog to tear.

When the fourteen years which Nature permits
Are closing in asthma, or tumour, or fits,
And the vet's unspoken prescription runs
To lethal chambers or loaded guns,
Then you will find--it's your own affair--
But...you've given your heart for a dog to tear.

When the body that lived at your single will,
With its whimper of welcome, is stilled (how still!);
When the spirit that answered your every mood
Is gone--wherever it goes--for good,
You will discover how much you care,
And will give your heart for the dog to tear.

We've sorrow enough in the natural way,
When it comes to burying Christian clay.
Our loves are not given, but only lent,
At compound interest of cent per cent.
Though it is not always the case, I believe,
That the longer we've kept 'em, the more do we grieve:
For, when debts are payable, right or wrong,
A short-time loan is as bad as a long--
So why in Heaven (before we are there)
Should we give our hearts to a dog to tear?

An Incredible Story of a Dog



This is an amazing dog with a huge heart---an incredible survivor. Inspiration for us all! Enjoy this story.

Oogy

When Oogy was four months old and weighed 35 pounds, he was tied to a stake and used as bait for a Pit Bull. The left side of his face from just behind his eye was torn off, including his ear. He was bitten so hard that a piece of his jaw bone was crushed. Afterward he was thrown into a cage and left to bleed to death.

I am not a religious man, but I can only conclude that, at that moment, God turned around and paid attention. The police raided the facility, found Oogy, and took him to Ardmore Animal Hospital , where Dr. Bianco stitched him up, thus saving his life.

This coincided with the last weekend of life for our cat, Buzzy, who was 14 at the time. My twin sons and I had taken Buzzy to AAH for his last visit. The staff had taken Buzzy in when out comes this pup that looked like nothing more than a gargoyle. He covered us with kisses. The boys and I fell instantly in love with him.

Life goes out one door and in another. 'This is one of the happiest dogs I've ever met,' Dr. Bianco said. 'I can't imagine what he'd be like if half his face hadn't been ripped off.' Then, Dr. B said, 'I am not going to tell you the things this dog has been through.' Dr. B's assistant, Diane, took Oogy into her home for several weeks to foster him and make sure he was safe and to crate-train him.

Once Oogy came into our house, for my sons, then 12, it was like having a little brother. Whatever they did and wherever they went, there was Oogy. Oogy had to get involved in whatever the lads were doing. He became known as The Third Twin.

Dr. B thought Oogy was a Pit or Pit-mix and would get to be about 45 pounds. By the time of his first check-up, Oogy weighed 70 pounds. When we walked in the door for the visit, one of the women who works at AAH exclaimed, 'That's a Dogo!'

I asked, 'What's a Dogo?'
She said, 'I'm not sure.'

We went on-line and learned that the Dogo Argentina is bred in Argentina to hunt mountain lion and boar. Oogy can run about 30 miles an hour, all four legs off the ground like a Greyhound. His leg muscles are so strong that, when he sits, his butt is a half-inch off the ground. Dogos hunt in packs. Dogos hurl themselves against their prey and swarm it.

Oogy has a neck like a fire hydrant to protect him when he closes on his prey. He is built like a Pit Bull on steroids, with white fur as soft as butter and black freckles. Fully grown, Oogy is 85 pounds of solid muscle but he does not know this and sits on us. He absolutely craves physical contact. He is full of kisses and chuffs like a steam engine when he is happy. He has a heart as big as all outdoors. One of the traits of the breed is that they fully accept anyone their family accepts. It is not unusual to come home and find three teenagers on the floor playing a video game with Oogy sprawled across their laps like some living boa.

Oogy hated the crate and would bark and bark whenever we put him in. This puzzled me because I had been told by people with crate-trained dogs that their pets love the crate and feel secure within its confines.
When Oogy was about eight months old, we hired a trainer who also happened to be an animal 'whisperer'. We introduced her to Oogy and she sat on the floor for a full five minutes talking to him. We could not hear a word she said. When the trainer lifted her head, her eyes were brimming with tears. 'Oogy wants you to know' she said, 'how much he appreciates the love and respect you have shown him.' Then she asked about his routine. I started by showing her where he slept in the crate. She said immediately, 'You have to get him out of that box.'
'Why?' I asked.
'Because he associates being in a box with having his ear ripped off.' It was a smack-myself-in-the-forehead moment. Oogy never went back in.

Given what Oogy endured and what he is bred for, people are constantly astonished that he loves animals and people as much as he does. Walking with Oogy is like walking with a mayoral candidate. He has to meet everyone. A number of people we encountered in the neighborhood early on told me they were afraid of Oogy because, when they would walk or jog by the house, Oogy would bark at them and trot parallel to them and, given his size and looks, well, everyone falls in love with Oogy. By the end of their initial encounter they are rubbing, petting, even kissing him on the nose. Oogy kisses them back. Because of the way he looks, when people meet him for the first time they almost always ask if he is safe. I tell them, 'Well, he has licked two people to death.'

For the first year and a half of his life, part of Oogy's face was normal and the other part looked like a burn victim's. People who saw him in passing could not grasp the duality. As Oogy grew, the scar tissue spread. He could not close his left eye so it wept constantly; his lip was pulled up and back. Dr. B said Oogy was in constant pain. So, in January 2005, Dr. B rebuilt Oogy's face. When all the scar tissue was removed, there was a hole in Oogy's head the size of a softball. After removing the scar tissue, Dr. B took grafts and pulled the flaps together and sewed Oogy back up. Now Oogy has a hairline scar but, other than that, looks just like any normal one-eared dog.

An essential part of this story is the fact that AAH has never taken a dime in payment for anything they have done for Oogy. I never asked them for such an arrangement. When I went to pay the first bill I was told, 'Oogy's a no-pay.' I never asked why. Oogy is their dog. We are just lucky enough to look after him.

Because some of his jaw bone was removed in the initial surgery, some of Oogy's lower left lip droops and a repository for dust and dirt. It is second nature to us to pull the detritus off his lip when we sit next to him. One day I told my sons that when they tell their children about Oogy, they will remember this routine act of kindness. I think that, on some level, every day we try to atone for what happened to him.
Last summer Oogy had ACL surgery; his body ultimately rejected the steel plates and developed an infection so his leg had to be opened up a second time and the plates removed. When I went to pick him up following the second surgery, the technician who brought Oogy out said, 'This is a great dog, I really love him.'

I said, 'Yep, we're lucky to have him.'

The tech looked at me and said, 'No, you don't understand. I see hundreds of dogs each week, and every once in awhile there is a special one. And you have him.'
When I related that story to Dr. B he said, 'But we already knew that.'

Oogy's name is a derivative. The first day I was told we could adopt him I was thinking, 'This is one ugly dog.' But we couldn't call him 'Ugly.' Then I went to a variation of that from my youth, 'Oogly,' and his name followed immediately. Two years after we named him, we learned that Oogy is the name of the Ghost Dog in the film The Nightmare Before Christmas. This is not inappropriate.

On a recent Saturday afternoon Oogy was curled up on the couch asleep, his head in my lap, and I was thinking about his life now as opposed to the way his life had been before. Would he have sensed he was dying? Was he conscious when the police put him on a rubber sheet and took him to the Ardmore Animal Hospital ? Oogy went to sleep in a world of terror and searing pain and awoke surrounded by angels in white coats who were kind to him, who stroked him gently, and talked softly to him. Instead
of people who baited and beat and kicked him, he was surrounded with healing mercies. I realized then that Oogy probably did not know he had not died and gone to heaven. So I told him. I said, 'Listen pal. It only gets better after this.'


This incredible dog now lives on the Main Line with his adoptive family, Larry and Jennifer and their twin sons, Noah and Dan. Noah and Dan are pictured here in the above photograph with Oogy. Main Line Animal Rescue would like to thank Larry, Oogy's proud father, for sharing his story and helping us educate people to the torture that some animals go thru.

Thursday, August 14, 2008

My Hooman's Heartguard


She talks softly to me and caresses me gently and I melt in her loving gaze and tender touch. My eyes close and I drift into the bliss that is the sum of our two hearts sharing our souls.

We are spirit-mates. She is my hooman and I am her furkin. And it is a perfect arrangement, all around.

I am gentle, tender, loving, understanding, thoughtful, young at heart, playful, and a blessing (so says my hooman). I can sit where she can see me from the corner of her eye and I may stay there for many many dog minutes... "staring a thought" into my hooman's mind. "Throw the ball, or bone, or woobie, or the little boy dog who shares our home (::canine snickers:: just kidding) and I will fetch it."

Sometimes I will fall asleep, and my "staring thoughts" will be forgotten. Oh, I'm still facing her, but my eyelids are closed, or my eyes rather roll up into my head and I become a kind of scary, demon-eyed looking dog. My jaw might open a bit and my tongue sometimes hangs out over my lower teeth -- a frightening spooky dog, with a goofy Scooby "like-wow" grin.

Okay, back to my heartguard activities. I call them that as I could never consider them duties, for I love what I do, because I love my hooman. Not only that, but we canines are hard-wired to love, if given the chance, the hoomans in our keeping.

Hmm, eyes are glazing over and I'm starting to drool... must hit the hay with my hooman. More later, my friends...

Wags and furry-armed hugs,
Tucker FurGuy