Warning: Upsetting Post
by Zia ~ August 31st, 2005. Filed under: Pets.I was on the Seattle Pugs rescue site last night, and was so upset by what’s on the home page that I hauled Harry out from under the desk to snuggle with him.
In their words:
How could a person in their right mind let this happen? The owner of a puppy mill did this to this pug and many other helpless dogs in her care.
SEATTLE PUG RESCUE HELPS DOGS LIKE THIS AND MANY OTHERS.
This is our newest foster pug, Petunia. This 4-5 year-old female was just rescued from a puppy mill. She was on her last legs! Used extensively as a brood bitch for numerous litters, her injuries included a broken jaw that remained untreated for at least 9 months, mange, malnutrition, and open sores. She was left in a chicken cage with her fossilized puppies.
Since being picked up by a good samaritan and delivered to Seattle Pug Rescue, this sweet darling pug’s tail has not stopped wagging. She knows she is safe now, and will be taken care of.
Her recovery will be long and costly. Please donate to help pay for her care, and other pugs that need your help as well.
Thank you
Cathy Moore
Chairman, Seattle Pug RescueUpdate 7/27/05: Petunia is at Norton’s Ark Clinic being nursed gently back to health. She is already much happier, and eating better.
If you’d like to donate to the cause, more details are available here.
September 21st, 2005 at 1:01 pm
Oh, what a sad story! I hate it when wicked people mistreat animals. For me, “wicked” can sometimes be defined as the inability some people have to distinguish between feelings and actions. Inability or disregard…
For instance, the _feeling_ that someone may have that might cause them to hurt a pet I totally understand. Here’s something that happend to me last night that generated that feeling in me:
Thatcher, one of our beloved cats, has recently become very upset…racing around the house sniffing at the fresh air that leaks through the cracks between the door and window frames. But the really upsetting part is that she’s suddenly started “marking” indoors 10 or more times per day. Neighbors have seen new wild cats in the neighborhood, so we think this may be the cause of the upset. Pending successfully capturing the wild cats, and to help her “deal,” she was prescriped Anafranil (clomipramine) and her marking behavior has decreased significantly in the past week (down to only once or twice a day).
So, last night my partner Mike let her out for a walk around the neighborhood yesterday afternoon. Unusually for her she hadn’t returned by 10 p.m…we stayed up waiting until nearly midnight. At 2:30 a.m. Mike got up and went around the yard in his bathrobe looking for her. He spotted her under the bushes on the slope near the street–she was screaming at another cat. When he tried to get close to her he slipped and took a tumble into the stickers. Of course, the cat took the opportunity to run off again. Mike felt a little better about it all after he took a shower to clean up and attended to the worst of his lacerations.
About 4:30 a.m. I heard a noise in the yard, so I got up, went outside and managed to catch her. But when I tried to re-enter the house I found the door was locked. Repeated door-bell ringing and throwing rocks at the bedroom window failed to rouse Mike (he had put in earplugs after his earlier incident, muttering something about “I’m gonna kill that cat!”). Eventually I found a way in, but by then Thatcher had escaped once again.
Thatcher finally sauntered up to the back door while we were preparing for work. I greeted her with a big kiss and a fresh bowl of food.