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The Shocking Truth About Dog Breeding (And Why You Should Adopt From a Shelter)
*Caution: this piece contains subject matter that may be considered distressing to some people. Reader discretion is advised.
Anyone who knows me on any sort of level, most likely has some form of awareness that I am not much of a "People Person".
Generally speaking, of course.
Now, don't get me wrong. I am indeed what is known as an "Empath." This means that I feel too much for others' pain and suffering and as a result, it often causes my Depression to rage on at full speed. This is also why I have become terribly Introverted and do try to avoid being around many people. I don't hate everyone, but I would be dishonest if I were to claim that I have much faith left in Humanity these days.
This isn't about my "weirdness" though. I merely mention this for the sake of transparency. You will come to understand this as you continue further. It will make perfect sense as to why I really struggle with certain "trends" and behaviors that have somehow become the "standard."
There is a reason that I tend to live a life of conflicting emotions when it comes to Society. On one hand, I love people. However, I am also aware of how truly horrible that an awful lot of humans actually are. This article will most certainly shed a light as to why I make this statement.
Anyways, back to the point.
We are all acutely aware of what the term "Social Media" means. A shockingly large number of us have profiles on Facebook, and utilize Facebook multiple times a day. I myself am not immune either. Yes, I have an active Facebook account as well.
Facebook is a great place to go if you are looking to "negative up" your day. There is no shortage of horrific "news" stories and other shock-fodder to keep us all in a residual state of heart ache, that's for certain.
Knowing how Social Media can take a toll on my own Mental Health (hey, it's a constant reminder that awful people are doing awful things to other people or animals on what feels like an increasing level), I take active measures to avoid Facebook, and if I do pop on, I keep my time spent there to a minimum.
It only takes 2 minutes of scrolling to close the window, usually.
Today, I hit on a post that made me so angry. However, this particular post really gave me a dose of the reality of just how awful a painfully large group of people truly are.
I am going to re-post this piece here, please be warned that it is very unsettling and unless you are also an awful person yourself, there is little doubt that this will leave you feeling rather distressed.
Proceed with caution.
This is the text that had accompanied the photo as seen above:
"I think our society needs a huge "Wake-up" call. As a shelter manager, I am going to share a little insight with you all...a view from the inside if you will. First off, all of you breeders/sellers should be made to work in the "back" of an animal shelter for just one day. Maybe if you saw the life drain from a few sad, lost, confused eyes, you would change your mind about breeding and selling to people you don't even know. That puppy you just sold will most likely end up in my shelter when it's not a cute little puppy anymore. So how would you feel if you knew that there's about a 90% chance that dog will never walk out of the shelter it is going to be dumped at? Purebred or not! About 50% of all of the dogs that are "owner surrenders" or "strays", that come into my shelter are purebred dogs. The most common excuses I hear are; "We are moving and we can't take our dog (or cat)." Really? Where are you moving too that doesn't allow pets? Or they say "The dog got bigger than we thought it would". How big did you think a Great Dane would get? "We don't have time for her". Really? I work a 10-12 hour day and still have time for my 6 dogs! "She's tearing up our yard". How about making her a part of your family? They always tell me "We just don't want to have to stress about finding a place for her we know she'll get adopted, she's a good dog". Odds are your pet won't get adopted & how stressful do you think being in a shelter is? Well, let me tell you, your pet has 72 hours to find a new family from the moment you drop it off. Sometimes a little longer if the shelter isn't full and your dog manages to stay completely healthy. If it sniffles, it dies. Your pet will be confined to a small run/kennel in a room with about 25 other barking or crying animals. It will have to relieve itself where it eats and sleeps. It will be depressed and it will cry constantly for the family that abandoned it. If your pet is lucky, I will have enough volunteers in that day to take him/her for a walk. If I don't, your pet won't get any attention besides having a bowl of food slid under the kennel door and the waste sprayed out of its pen with a high-powered hose. If your dog is big, black or any of the "Bully" breeds (pit bull, rottie, mastiff, etc) it was pretty much dead when you walked it through the front door. Those dogs just don't get adopted. It doesn't matter how 'sweet' or 'well behaved' they are. If your dog doesn't get adopted within its 72 hours and the shelter is full, it will be destroyed. If the shelter isn't full and your dog is good enough, and of a desirable enough breed it may get a stay of execution, but not for long . Most dogs get very kennel protective after about a week and are destroyed for showing aggression. Even the sweetest dogs will turn in this environment. If your pet makes it over all of those hurdles chances are it will get kennel cough or an upper respiratory infection and will be destroyed because shelters just don't have the funds to pay for even a $100 treatment. Here's a little euthanasia 101 for those of you that have never witnessed a perfectly healthy, scared animal being "put-down". First, your pet will be taken from its kennel on a leash. They always look like they think they are going for a walk happy, wagging their tails. Until they get to "The Room", every one of them freaks out and puts on the brakes when we get to the door. It must smell like death or they can feel the sad souls that are left in there, it's strange, but it happens with every one of them. Your dog or cat will be restrained, held down by 1 or 2 vet techs depending on the size and how freaked out they are. Then a euthanasia tech or a vet will start the process. They will find a vein in the front leg and inject a lethal dose of the "pink stuff". Hopefully your pet doesn't panic from being restrained and jerk. I've seen the needles tear out of a leg and been covered with the resulting blood and been deafened by the yelps and screams. They all don't just "go to sleep", sometimes they spasm for a while, gasp for air and defecate on themselves. When it all ends, your pets corpse will be stacked like firewood in a large freezer in the back with all of the other animals that were killed waiting to be picked up like garbage. What happens next? Cremated? Taken to the dump? Rendered into pet food? You'll never know and it probably won't even cross your mind. It was just an animal and you can always buy another one, right? I hope that those of you that have read this are bawling your eyes out and can't get the pictures out of your head I deal with everyday on the way home from work. I hate my job, I hate that it exists & I hate that it will always be there unless you people make some changes and realize that the lives you are affecting go much farther than the pets you dump at a shelter. Between 9 and 11 MILLION animals die every year in shelters and only you can stop it. I do my best to save every life I can but rescues are always full, and there are more animals coming in everyday than there are homes. My point to all of this DON'T BREED OR BUY WHILE SHELTER PETS DIE! Hate me if you want to. The truth hurts and reality is what it is. I just hope I maybe changed one person's mind about breeding their dog, taking their loving pet to a shelter, or buying a dog. I hope that someone will walk into my shelter and say "I saw this and it made me want to adopt". THAT WOULD MAKE IT WORTH IT." ~ Author unknown
Take a moment to catch your breath right now. If you are anything like me, you are going to need it.
I want to say here that this is one of those "feels" posts that some Jerk created to up his "likes" and "shares." And perhaps in his case it could be but I very highly doubt this. Even if it were though, it wouldn't change the fact that this is a real thing. It is actually happening.
This really boils me, you guys. It truly does. And I say that as someone who is not even a huge fan of pets.
Yes, I like animals of course. I had recently adopted a cat that makes me nuts from a Shelter a few months back in fact. She is the first animal that I have brought home in over 3 years.
That is my little daily nuisance right there. Pain in the ass she is. Oh, but she is cute though, right? Sigh.
When I got this cat, I had made it fairly clear that I expected the kids to feed her and whatnot.
Well, kids do tend to suck sometimes, and more often than not, I am the one taking care of "Shimmer's" daily needs. I feed her, water her, clean her gross cat box, so on and so forth. Standard Catly duties. Is it annoying? Kind of. My kids piss me off in this regard. Yes, I get on them but y'know, "oops" right?
Despite the fact that the onus has fallen onto my shoulders (obviously) to make sure that this cat survives here, want to know what I won't do?
Take her back to the Shelter because the kids constantly "forget" to do as they are told. As kids are known to do. Because kids.
As annoying as it may be, I look at it objectively. Do I punish the animal because I need to "teach the kids a lesson?" Or do I suck it up and accept that kids have the attention span of a worm and it is not too shocking that I, as the adult, pick up the slack? Oh and of course, constantly remind them anyways because then I feel better about it I guess.
The point is, when I brought this animal home, when I agreed to adopt her, I made a commitment that regardless of what, I would provide care and love for her for the remainder of her life.
There is no grey area here. I agreed that there will be no circumstance that would cause me to return her to that goddamned Shelter. Period.
Enjoy your stay, "Shimmer."
A Great Loss
Prior to Kitty, I had owned a dog who's name was Missy. I called her "Magoo." I do not know why, it just happened that way.
Missy was this awkward-looking thing. She was a cross between a Border Collie and a Golden Retriever. So basically, she had a beautiful, slim face like the Collie and a potato sack for a body.
I fucking adored her.
The circumstances that brought her into my life were kind of funny. I wasn't really wanting a dog. Had never owned one, in fact. However, I was pregnant with my son at the time (so going back 12 years ago) and of course we were poor and living in the most terrible neighborhood in Winnipeg, Manitoba. My son's "Father" (won't even get into this one) was working full-time while I was laid up, half-dead, at home. I had decided to "surprise" this guy by seeing if I could find a dog on the Buy and Sell. I didn't have the funds at that moment for a Shelter dog. I did have the money to at least get a dog set up providing I could find a dog being offered for free. It was rather spur of the moment thinking back.
So, I get online and start the hunt for a "Guard Dog." Pages and pages of ads, every single one that I had responded to had already re-homed and had not removed the ad yet. Frustrated, I get to the very last page. The oldest ad on there, was Missy.
She was sort of silly-looking but hey, I wasn't really too picky on the aesthetics. I just wanted to have a dog that could alert me if something was about to go down at the house. I almost didn't bother as the ad was a few weeks old, and surely this dog was long since adopted. I responded anyways.
Surprisingly, she was still available. I made arrangements to go and take a look at her that same day.
This dog was friggin' awesome. Her current owner was very ill, to the point that she would be passing away soon. She was very worried about Missy, and refused to take her to the Shelter.
This woman was so lovely. She just wanted Missy to be taken care of and under no circumstances was she willing to even consider the risk that she could wind up being put down at a Shelter because nobody would be willing to take her home.
A woman who was barely mobile, and was not in good physical condition herself, adamantly refused to give up this dog in such a way. If she would have, at the very least, her reason would have been justifiable. Unlike you Parasites who are described in the original Facebook post as stated above.
Long story short, I wound up taking Missy home. I had planned on making her the boyfriend's dog, she was a "gift" for him.
Nope. Missy became my literal best buddy going forward. She made the call on that one. I didn't have a choice. The dog wants what it wants so if I was to be "her person", so be it.
We did a lot of crazy shit over the next few years. We moved to Saskatchewan when we wound up evicted in Winnipeg. 2 years later, we returned to Manitoba. A few years after that, I somehow wound up in Ontario. I left Missy in the care of a friend and took the bus across the damn country. Missy couldn't come due to the fact that Greyhound wouldn't allow it.
I kept the goal in mind, I will find the money, I will have my friend send her via West Jet when I get established enough.
And that is exactly what happened. 2 months later, Magoo was on her first flight to Hamilton, Ontario.
After 4 years in Ontario, Miss had a terrible accident that caused her hips to completely fail. She was roughly 13 years old by this point. She slipped on a front step and that was it. She was never able to walk again. I took her to the Vet who confirmed via X-Ray that her hips were fully dislocated, and a major surgery with a low chance of success would be necessary to attempt to correct the problem. The Vet also told me that her healing afterwards would be excruciating.
Talk about a no-win scenario.
I knew that she was already past her expected life-span as it were. I made the HUMANE decision to offer her a merciful passing and made her final days as comfortable as I possibly could.
I would carry this big Mutt downstairs and up. I would carry her to go pee. I would lift her onto the bed with me, lift her down in the morning. She would cry because her hips were hurting.
It was one of the most horrible experiences of my life.
When the day came, I personally took her to the Vet, and yes, she did tremble as we approached "The Room." She knew just as I did. But she didn't cry. Just looked at me as I tried to comfort her.
I stood at that table and held her and rocked her as the medicine was administered. She gave me a final look of what I would describe as "gratitude" in a sense, and like that, she was gone.
My legs actually gave out and I hit the floor myself. A Technician helped me back up.
I was heart broken entirely yes, but I can tell you that at least I had the respect and compassion to soldier through her last moments with her.
She deserved that from me. So that is what she got.
She wasn't left to die alone, unloved, confused. She didn't die because of some ridiculous excuse like the ones stated above. And she certainly was not in any state of good physical health. At the very least, I just really do hope that she knew that if I could have kept her forever, I absolutely would have.
We have enslaved the rest of animal creation and have treated our distant cousins in fur and feathers so badly that beyond doubt, if they were to formulate a religion, they would depict the Devil in human form.— William Ralph Inge (British Author)
Animals Are Not Accessories
When I consider my own experience with Magoo, and how many instances where it would have just been so much easier to toss her into a Shelter and wipe my hands of it, I can't help but feel such a hot rage in the pit of my stomach knowing that people are doing exactly that for far lesser reasons all of the time.
I struggle to justify any excuse other than you are about to pass away yourself when it comes to "surrendering" an animal that you had fully committed to just a few months prior.
Animals are not "accessories." They are not placed on this earth to be abused, neglected, and tossed aside for your arrogance.
Sort of like how we also do this to other humans, but I digress.
There is no reason outside of vanity and sheer Narcissism that you absolutely MUST have a "Purebred" dog.
Until we can safely say that there is no longer a need for Humane Societies and Rescue Shelters, you cannot justify to me your "reasons" for purchasing an animal from a Breeder. Unless you are of course willing to admit that you are just straight up Pompous. Which you won't so....
There are a few reasons aside from the whole "Shelters cannot cope with the amount of animals that are constantly being dumped on them," such as:
- More often than not, the puppy that you are about to buy comes from what is called a "Mill" where her Mother is most likely living in some unbelievable Hell, as her sole purpose is to pump out pups for your personal desires.
- A large amount of "Pure Breeds" are actually manufactured, and these breeds do not exist naturally in the first place. Their genetics were messed with to "create" these creatures. If you think that a Pug is a natural animal, for example, you are absolutely delusional.
- "Purebred" animals are notorious for a myriad of consistent and painful health problems, as they are not natural animals to begin with.
Ya, that "super cute pushed in nose" and those "oh so adorable little grunts" that your little Purse Pup makes are not because they are trying to" bring on the adorbs." It is because they literally are struggling to breathe. The "snort" is a result of not having a large enough nostril to allow enough oxygen, therefore they try to "force" more air in which results in a "snort."
Super cute, right?
Look, the bottom line here really is, this whole practice of "Breeding for Profit" is totally deplorable and there is just no excuse for it. There is absolutely nothing wrong with doing the right thing and visiting a Shelter if you are looking to open your doors to a new pet or adopting from someone who is local and is truly unable to care for their pet any further.
By choosing to purchase an animal from a Breeder, you are choosing to support the unnecessary deaths of thousands of otherwise healthy and totally adoptable animals. Period.
As for you Breeders....
I am going to attempt to keep my calm here but I will admit, this is rather difficult. Let's put it this way: you know what you are doing, and you know that it is wrong. You are very much a part of the problem as your "clients" are and deserve just as much scorn for doing what you are doing. Now you know.
This is a rather sore area with me, just as it is with many others. Seeing posts like the one as stated above truly does make you want to just scream until you pass out.
What bothers me large, is I think to myself "I would not ever nor have I ever supported a Breeder, if I have an opportunity to adopt again, I would most certainly go to a Shelter to do so...." yet here I am. I am the one crying tears of rage and sorrow as I read through that post.
Where are your tears, "Breeder Fans?" I ask this question honestly. Are you so devoid of basic compassion and respect that you can read that yet still continue to participate in this?
Don't answer that. I already know because it's still going on.
The sheer arrogance and stupidity of this. I am at a loss for words, to be honest. And we all know how wordy I tend to be.
I guess that I will leave it at this:
If you are considering adoption, please truly consider saving the life of a Shelter animal. Do not purchase sick and abused animals from Breeders who profit from the suffering of animals. Adopt with the intention that this is a serious commitment that would require some very serious scenarios to actually break. Understand that an animal requires responsibility, expense, and basic respect. You do not just "surrender" a dog because it turned from a puppy into a dog (did I really just state such a clear obvious? Apparently.)
This is a madness that is so easily solvable. I would really encourage you to save a life, be a part of the solution, and please....
Do not buy animals from those who profit. If you do though, I do hope that one say it will be considered mandatory that in order for you to "surrender" a pet, you must also witness the end result that is more likely than not to occur. There should be consequences for such idiocy. I do not find this to be unreasonable. Maybe a few of you might learn something *snort*.
This was a tough one, and if you managed to stick through it, I salute you.
What are your thoughts? If you feel passionately about this issue, please feel free to share it with others, comment, so on and so forth. I definitely want your insight and I do hope that this may inspire others to speak up and speak out about yet another issue that has no business even being an issue at all nor would be if it weren't for the most awful among us. Per the norm.
Need More Info?
- Find a Shelter | Adopt or Foster a Pet l Local Shelter l ASPCA
If you are in the USA, here is the direct link to your ASPCA which can assist you in finding local animals that are in need of new FOREVER homes. Check them out!
- Canadian Federation of Humane Societies
Canadian? Don't worry, I got your back here too. Check this one out for a full directory of local Human Societies and get in touch with them to help you get started.
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