no puppy mills

I had someone ask me via message on where to start in regards to adopting an “unadoptable” dog, and we had a rather pleasant conversation, but I feel like something needs to be said in public on this blog due to my history of having owned such a creature.

Ethical shelters and rescues do not label dogs unadoptable for no reason, in nearly all cases. There is something about the dog that will determine it being an extremely poor fit for 99% of homes that would be interested, and typically that 1% would need to make tremendous amounts of sacrifice in order to successfully own them. As nice as it sounds- wanting to give a dog everyone else has given up on a home- ethical rescues and shelters have a responsibility to take care of ALL of the dogs in their care and to not endanger those they adopt to or the general public with their adoptions. Taking in unadoptable dogs and keeping them until that 1% person shows up takes vast amounts of money away from perfectly adoptable dogs and ends up killing the friendly, healthy, young dogs that are deemed “more likely to be adopted”. Don’t believe me?

Someone I know from dobermantalk stopped fostering for her rescue when they took in 2 heartworm positive senior beagles to foster from a high kill shelter and left the young healthy beagle that had been surrendered with the older pair. The “adoptable” dog never got a foster. He also never got adopted. When his time was up, he was euthanized. The older pair did not survive their heartworm treatment. Three dogs died because of a focus on unadoptable dogs. Who does that help?

About five years ago, a woman took in two seriously dog aggressive presa canarios to foster. What was left of her body was found several days after the fact- she had been torn to pieces. It was hard for the authorities to determine if the presas had done the deed or if her personal dogs, one “pit bull” bbm and one frenchie, had contributed, but they guessed that the presas, two intact males known for engaging in serious fights with other dogs, had begun to fight and redirected on her when she tried to break them up. Due to their size, they would have overwhelmed her quickly, especially if the other two dogs joined in the frenzy. From there it’s hard to tell what bites were inflicted post-mortum, when the dogs ran out of food and turned to the only available source of meat, and what bites caused her death. Reports from those who found her described the scene as a bloodbath. All four dogs were euthanized. Who does that help?

A small breed puppy mill rescue dog I personally knew, deemed unadoptable for her extreme fear issues, was taken in by a well meaning family member. In a very short amount of time, this family member had been bitten multiple times for offenses as minor as walking by the dog while she was sleeping. Eventually, the dog slipped her harness after spooking due to a loud noise, ran into the road, and was killed instantly by a car. Obliterated. In front of her owner. Who does that help?

Skoll was a dog that had been failed by everyone in his short life. He’d come from known abuse and had clear abandonment issues. He had terrible health and his fear of people and his learned behavior of biting to make the scary things go away were ingrained into him long before he came to me. I gave him a chance anyway, I couldn’t sit by and watch a young dog be killed for something that wasn’t his fault. He mauled me without provocation and I euthanized him two months into our time together. He should have been euthanized on take in- he had a long, long list of documented bites well before he ever came to me, though I didn’t know it at the time. Who does that help?

Instead of focusing on these unadoptable dogs, there is a better solution. If you want to feel like you’re making a difference, find an ethical rescue or shelter and foster! Transport! Volunteer your photography skills! Learn their temperament and health testing process and volunteer there too! Make goods to sell at fundraisers and auctions! Organize a community donation pool! There are so many things you can do for dogs in need that aren’t things that, more often than not, end up with the dog dying anyway. But wanting to adopt a dog labeled, for good reason, unadoptable? Especially if you are not experienced in intense or extreme issues, temperament or health wise, in dogs? You are asking for a lot of heartbreak.

Adopt the adoptable dogs. Accept that we cannot save every unwanted dog. Accept that not every unwanted dog SHOULD be saved. It’s not the dogs’ faults, but neither is it the public’s for not being able to deal with these sorts of issues.

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Hey there guys!

This is a comic I did for a class in which I wanted to talk about puppy mills. This is a topic that really touches my heart and pains me to see, since nowadays I know my dog came from one of these. I just hope people don’t make the same mistake I did. She is still the most loved dog ever, nothing will change that, but it hurts me I helped this industry.

Get informed today guys! There’s lots of information online on how you can help fight this. You want a dog? Go to local shelter, go to a nice breeder, know your dog first!

Dogs deserve better!

some things people need to get straight

Don’t buy puppies from pet stores to “save the puppies from being mistreated!!” While this is done with the best of intentions, the puppy mill problem isn’t really about the puppies- the actual puppies are usually treated okay, it’s the parents that are kept in horrible conditions and forced to breed until they die. While you may be giving a home to one dog if you buy from a pet store, you’re supporting the misery of hundreds of other dogs with your money.

USDA certification isn’t a sign of a reputable breeder. It’s actually the mark of a puppy mill and if you see this, run fast in the opposite direction. CKC registration (Continental Kennel Club, not Canadian) is also a huge red flag.

But having AKC registered puppies doesn’t mean they’re reputable, either. While most good breeders (in the US) will have AKC registration, AKC isn’t picky about which dogs they register, so plenty of bad breeders do too. Also, “champion bloodlines” means nothing unless they’re at least in the second or third generations of a pedigree. 

Stereotyping breeds is not “like racism for dogs”. Humans weren’t strategically bred for hundreds of years to develop traits to assist them in specific tasks. Dogs were, so retrievers retrieve, greyhounds run, shepherds herd, and terriers fight. It’s not “all in how you raise them”. Genetics. They do stuff. Science. And hey could we maybe not compare the systemic oppression of minorities to people saying chihuahuas are barky? Thanks

Designer breeds i.e. labradoodles, maltipoos, cavachons etc. are not “the best of both worlds!” Again, genetics…that’s not how they work. Also realize that most of these dogs (especially since they are common products of puppy mills) don’t come from well-bred parents because reputable breeders generally don’t allow their dogs to be used to breed crosses. Like I’ve seen poodle breeders literally write it in their puppy contracts that they will take back the dog if they find out it’s being used to create “doodles”. 

If you support importing foreign rescue dogs but use the “overpopulation of shelter dogs in the US” factoid to protest dog breeding you’re a fucking hypocrite.

Don’t tell people “you can find any breed in a shelter!” Like ??? Yeah lemme just go find Cesky Terrier at my local humane society! I genuinely have no idea why people say this when it’s obviously not true?

Puppies aren’t a blank slate, and adult dogs don’t all come with awful baggage. If a puppy is genetically predisposed to aggression, all the early socialization in the world might not help at all. And while any adult dog will be shaped by its past, not all rescue dogs are abused and many are there because of circumstances completely unrelated to them and have had perfectly normal lives. You also have the advantage of already knowing their temperament, energy level, and any behavioral issues. 

anonymous asked:

why do you hate bhb?

HWHO’S READY FOR ANOTHER NOVEL OF A POST? I KNOW I AM! (i’m supposed to be doing laundry rip, it can wait another day)

BHB reptiles is a reptile distributing and breeding company owned and operated by Brian Barczyk. It is most popular from its show “SnakeBytes”. In this show, he shows of his collection of upwards of 80,000 snakes and other reptiles. Throughout the show, you can see how he keeps his animals; most, if not all, are in improper conditions and in result to this, many are sick or mite infested. Though I’m honestly just going to list off all the reasons that I hate him and BHB because I haven’t slept in 2ish days and…. I’m not great at writing like this.

#1: He is horribly neglectful to his animals.

You can’t tell me that an alligator is happy living in a kiddie pool

Or that a GIANT snake such as a reticulated, african rock, or burmese is happy living in a tub so small that it takes up HALF of it.

And it’s not just giant animals that are in terrible tubs, most of his ball pythons and colubrids are in horribly small enclosures as well.

He is also guilty of buying animals without ANY research beforehand and those animals dying. Prime example is when he first tried getting into the leopard gecko business: https://youtu.be/uSJmHzq8Q8c

just listen about how he talks about them “this is my baby” to “gonna be pumpin out leopard geckos” like? No these are another form of free money to you…. even his WIFE knows that he kills animals.

I’m sure there’s more in this category that I’m forgetting, but… you get the point.

#2: He’s a scammer.

He may not sell his animals for the most money, but the animals he sells aren’t even worth THAT. There are countless reports of his animals showing up with RI’s, mites, and even incorrect gene listing. And when they contact him about this? He disappears or calls them “haters”. A prime example of this is this post: http://www.faunaclassifieds.com/forums/showthread.php?t=211323

I’m not incredibly clear on the whole scaleless ball python scandal, and probably someone could fill this in better, but from what I’ve gathered, he killed one of the scaleless ones and refuses to answer any questions about it.

He is also guilty for flipping animals. Most of his short tails he orders in then IMMEDIATELY offers them to sell for “discount” prices. I wouldn’t be surprised if these animals died from shock the second they got put in yet another box.

#3: He has the audacity to call himself the “face of the reptile trade”

As someone who has kept reptiles for over a decade and has spent a TON of hours volunteering to help people get over their fear of snakes, Brian’s “edutainment” is the worst thing I have ever seen. If you are trying to show people that snakes are not something to fear, DON’T HAVE THE MAJORITY OF YOUR VIDEOS BE VIDEOS OF YOU GETTING BITTEN BY SNAKES! This confirms people’s fears! He says that he wants to protect the reptile hobby, but by doing this he is ENDANGERING it. He’s trying to be the next Steven Irwin and is failing at it horribly……….

There’s probably more that I’ve missed. @i-m-snek has a great tag of all the failings of BHB, i believe its #bhb critical; definitely give it a look.

Ugh just…. I used to be a fan of snakebytes until i realized how terrible it is. They are essentially a puppy mill for reptiles. 0/10 would not recommend EVER.

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Smiley is a beautiful golden retriever that was born in a puppy mill without any eyes. Other than the obvious, he also has a few other differences than your average golden retriever; he’s smaller, has larger teeth, and his back legs are slightly bowed. These disadvantages don’t get Smiley down nor do they hinder his love for life and humans. Not only does Smiley live with an amazing family, he also works as a therapy dog for children with special needs, the elderly, and the mentally ill.

anonymous asked:

What exactly did trump change about animal rights?

The big kerfluffle is mostly that the USDA website seems to have purged any references to proper welfare. Not that the USDA standards were the best of the best but they allowed layfolk and animal keepers to easily access a standard of minimum care, and also allowed outsiders to have a point to compare something to if they saw a situation they thought was amiss.

Purging that info doesn’t really serve a purpose except to hide practices and make it more difficult for already touchy areas of animal care like the housing of wild animals and the running of factory farms to be even harder to call out when they pull something shady.

Specifically it stands to effect domestic pet animals because those guidelines also govern things like puppy mills.

I HAVE RECEIVED THE BEST NEWS!!

Brian Barczyk is not an animal abuser because he has said on his vlog that he loves animals!!!!

OMG we don’t have to worry anymore!!! Everything is fine and that statement absolves him of selling sick animals with mites and keeping them in puppy mill conditions!!! He’s an animal lover!!! We are all saved and his animals are in perfect hands.

/sarcasm

Brian diehards will say ANYTHING to defend him.

http://i-m-snek.tumblr.com/tagged/bhb+critical Don’t actually support BHB, Snakebytes, or Brian Ballsack. Learn why by clicking this link.

Momo update: This is the face of a LOUD OBNOXIOUS JERK. She was barking until 11:00pm.

I figured out that blocking her in the kitchen would stop the barking. I’d much rather have her sleep in the bedroom…so I’ll do my best to keep her busy today so she’s tired tonight.

I think I’ll work on training, and maybe a walk down the block.

This is Mabel (the pug) and Bob (the beagle). Both are eight years old and rescued… her from being a puppy mill breeder and him from an abusive situation due to being a derp and no good at hunting. They’ve been in the lap of luxury ever since!

halerogers  asked:

what about some good ol' domestic fluff

I’m really hungry rn so I wrote about breakfast, also Mille is featured because I love her so much. Seriously, guys, check out this pup

“Mmm… Something smells good,” Stiles announced as he strolled into the kitchen, running a hand through his messy hair. Their puppy, Mille, galloped after him into the room, skidding to a hasty stop at his feet, nearly colliding with the back of his legs.

Derek looked up from the griddle, a plastic spatula in his right hand. He smiled widely at his fiance, who was yawning, and succinctly explained, “Thought you might like some chocolate chip pancakes to celebrate your day off.”

“You would be right,” Stiles claimed with a beaming grin, his stomach rumbling in anticipation as the smell of chocolate and freshly brewed coffee hit his nose. He took a couple more steps into the kitchen, Mille following him like a lost duckling that had imprinted on him.

She did end up bumping into his leg when he stopped beside the kitchen island, resting his hip against it.Chuckling, he reached down to scratch under the puppy’s chin, bending over to kiss the spot of white on her forehead.

Straightening up, he crossed the room to the pantry, opening it and rifling around for the bag of dog food. Mille danced around his ankles, yipping in excitement when she heard the sound of Stiles scooping up some food.

She followed him over to her food bowl, tail wagging as she skipped around, still barking. As Stiles filled her bowl, he addressed Derek, “Maybe we could take her for a walk later. She could use the exercise.”

He smirked as he wandered over to Derek’s side, joking, “And she always gets me plenty of phone numbers.”

“Wow. Really, babe? Using our puppy to pick up cougars in the park?” Derek tsk-ed, shaking his head in disapproval as he pursed his lips. Stiles had to hand it to him, he really did have the disappointed dad look down pat. It would definitely come in handy when they had kids.

“Yup,” Stiles answered cheekily, laying his head on Derek’s shoulder and coyly batting his eyelashes. “You don’t mind, right?”

Derek set down his spatula on the counter and turned down the heat on the stove. A moment later, he had Stiles in his arms, spinning him around a few times before setting him on and counter.

He braced his palms on the counter on either side of Stiles’ hips, leaning in close to bump their noses together. Pressing his forehead against Stiles’, he murmured, “Guess again. Something like that deserves punishment.”

“Oh my god, please tell me you’re gonna spank me,” Stiles blurted, setting his hands on Derek’s bare chest, drawing circles with his thumbs. His face was flushed from laughing so hard when Derek spun him around, his pale face blotchy and red.

But Derek just shook his head, a devious smirk curling his lips that were just out of Stiles’ reach. He leaned in close, as though he was going to kiss Stiles, but just before their lips could meet, he declared, “No bacon for you.”

“Aww, come on!”

send me a theme and I’ll write a 500 word fic for it!

Number One Guy

Prompt: what if the significant other gets a puppy or cat and everyone feels kind of jealous cause they spend so much time with it.

Words: 1071


You were sleeping, and not just any sleeping either, the totally content kind of sleep, where the temperature of the bed was just right, and Bruce’s arm was wrapped around you at just the right kind of tightness. So, when Bruce suddenly sputters awake, on your one day to sleep in, you’re more that a little reluctant to wake up. But, you do so anyway.

          You can’t help but grin at the sight. There’s Bruce, bat glare having fully taken over his face, and the newest addition to your family is sitting on his chest. You move forward, scooping the puppy off of his chest, and cradle the dog in your arms. Bruce is still glaring as you kiss the dog’s fluffy head. “He just wanted to say good morning,” you explain.

          “We agreed to no dogs on the bed,” Bruce stated.

          Your lip juts out, and you place the rather oblivious puppy’s paws in a begging position. “He’s just a baby.”

          “Y/N,” he some what sighs. You just grin, and move the covers to the side. Setting the puppy down on the floor, you grab your robe, and tie it. “Where are you going?” Bruce asks.

          “He needs to go out,” you explain, before walking out of the room, he puppy right on your heels.

          The manor is unusually quiet for a Saturday morning, but that can’t be helped. The boys are all out on missions, and Alfred is away for some sort of class reunion. Titus is waiting for you by the door, and Louis trots right up to him. Slipping on the sandals that now remain by the door, you let Louis out, following closely behind.

          He’s not all that big, yet, but you know he’s going to be huge by the time he’s done growing, if those huge paws are anything to go by.

Despite being a purebred, he has no papers. He was a rescue from a puppy mill, the runt of the litter who needed a lot of time and attention in his early days. He’s a fairly new, but popular breed called a Goldendoodle. He’s cute, fluffy, smart, and barely sheds.

You’ve only had him for about two months, but you’re already completely in love with him. You call him your baby. You stumbled across him at a Wayne charity even for a local animal shelter. Administrators had been giving you a tour, detailing what needed to be done. You’d been more focused on the animals than the tour to be honest. But when you passed the little carrier with a teeny tiny Louis inside, your heart had melted.

They had quickly detailed his medical issues. Most of it would clear up, but he was deaf in one of his ears. That hadn’t mattered to you. You quickly sat through a class on bottle feeding him, and caring for him, and took him home that day.

Bruce had left the day before for a month long mission, and the boys were all gone as well. That left you, Titus, Louis, and Alfred in the manor. Alfred had taken one look at the puppy, shook his head and went to make lunch.

Over the next month you spent most of your days and nights bottle feeding and training the little puppy. Titus, the big lovable boy watches over the puppy somewhat. It reminds you a bit of Dick and Damian to be honest.

When Bruce comes home, he’s greeted to the sight of a destroyed pair of Italian loafers, and two dogs on your bed. He’s not all that happy about the situation, but he sees that it makes you happy, and lets it go.

He draws the line at you bringing him to work, or sleeping in your bed. You pout for a bit, but ultimately agree. As the dogs finish their business, they begin playing. Louis attempts a sneak attack on Titus, but fails.

You take a seat on the patio furniture, happy just to watch you dogs. A little while later the door opens and Bruce, fully dressed, joins you outside. “I thought you were coming back to bed.”

“They started playing, I didn’t want to ruin the fun.”

“Y/N they’re dogs,” Bruce states rather bluntly, and you raise an eyebrow in question. Your husband has been acting more than a bit strange lately. He seems more than a little put out. A theory had been forming in your head for a few days now, but you’ve pushed it aside because the idea of it being true is ridiculous.

Still there’s no harm in asking, “Bruce are you jealous?”

He straightens, and turns his head instead of answering, and you can make out the slightest blush on his cheeks. Smiling, you stand up and go to sit in his lap. His arms wrap tight around you, pulling you in close, and you kiss him.

“Bruce Wayne, I love you, you are the most important thing in my life, but…”

“But?”

“But you’re gone a lot; for the League, for Gotham, for the company. You travel a lot, you and the boys, and most of the time I’m left here alone. And when you’re left in a big empty manor, you tend to get a little lonely. Louis and Titus they help with that.”

“Y/N …”

You smile, “Don’t apologize Bruce. I love that you’re Batman. I love that you help people, and save the world all while running a multi billion-dollar company and managing a home life. I just needed a little something for myself. You know other than work, or managing the computer while you and the boys are on patrol.”

“You’re a big part of our success. You give us a reason to come home, you love us, and provide warmth that was missing before you came here.”

You smile kiss him and simply say, “I know.”

You both laugh, and you suggest, “How about we go on a drive to nowhere?”

Bruce nods, “Best offer I’ve had all day. How does Louis do in the car?”

You raise an eyebrow in question, “Really, you’re going to make nice with my dog?”

Bruce kisses you senseless before explaining, “As long as he doesn’t wake me up anymore and realize that I’m your number one boy, we’ll all be good.”

You smile and say, “No Bruce, he’s my number one boy, and you’re my number one guy.”

anonymous asked:

California is changing laws for pet shops so they can only sell rescue animals (objectively a good thing!!) and conservatives crawled out from under rocks to squeal that their free market freedoms are being taken away and that CA is becoming an oppressive communist(?) state, and if that ain’t a distillation of laissez-faire capitalism defenders I dunno what is lmao

let me run my fucking puppy mill you evil statists