Showing posts with label no kill. Show all posts
Showing posts with label no kill. Show all posts

Saturday, July 13, 2013

Under Siege - No Kill Nation Targets Senior Sanctuary



No Kill Nation's president Debi Day has gotten increasingly desperate in trying to defend her actions seeking to jail me in order to silence my comments on her organization's radical behavior in animal advocacy.  Casting aside the issues that lead to No Kill Nation filing a civil lawsuit that centered around the funding of NKN's Everglades Project is late 2011 the focus this blog will clarify is a number of false allegations coming from No Kill Nation's president and many of its rabid followers.

No Kill Nation has lodged some serious allegations that my rescue sanctuary is not licensed, that the hounds in my care haven't received proper vet care and a more serious allegation that this lead to my being personally responsible for the deaths of fifteen of the hounds who have passed away over the last few years.

A "Mary Palmer" writes "Seems to me more people should be asking why this man, with a criminal past is allowed to call himself rescue he is not licensed?  I would also like to know how 15 of his rescue dogs have died under suspicious circumstances in a couple of years."

While I am not sure who Mary is or where she got her facts I will clarify her concerns.  First off, I have NEVER been convicted of a criminal act.  Suggesting that as fact without offering proof of a conviction is in itself highly libelous.  The only conviction I have had in my sixty years is the 2008 "misdemeanor" conviction for dog barking in Gwinnett. 

The law that I was cited on and convicted in Gwinnett's Recorders Court in August of 2008 has been changed no longer making a dog barking offense anything more than it should have been - a zoning violation under Gwinnett's animal ordinance code. 

Over the last two years Debi Day has repeated alleged that I have been convicted of a felony.  I have challenged her to prove that with a conviction and to date she has been unable to do so because there is no record of being convicted of a felony.

The second allegation that I am "not licensed" to do rescue is true.  From the years 2002 to 2010 I was a foster home for a "licensed" rescue group under the Georgia Department of Agriculture.  In the summer of 2010 I retired from rescue for health reasons and to spend more time with my own senior dogs.

That hasn't prevented me from adopting several dogs as a private citizen from a number of Georgia's kill shelters.  My criteria for adopting is very narrow.  First the beagle has to be at least ten years of age and it has to have run out of all options with the many licensed beagle rescues and be in imminent danger of being euthanized. 

The beagles and their shelters I have adopted since retiring from rescue include Malcolm a heartworm positive senior adopted in July 2011 from Barrow County, Cruiser, a senior female blind in one eye from Commerce Animal Control also in July of 2011, Oscar, a fifteen year old beagle who was a hospice from Gwinnett Animal Control in August 2011, Clarence, a male basset/beagle mix also adopted from Commerce in September 2011, Petey, a twelve year old plus beagle with a heart condition and his kennel mate Bella a ten year old beagle girl out of Cobb County Animal Control late November 2011, Bud Bud a ten year old beagle in may 2012 from Gwinnett Animal Control and more recently a few weeks ago a senior beagle named Spencer who was also out of Cobb County Animal Control.

Malcolm, Cruiser, Clarence, Oscar, Petey, Bella, Bud Bud and Spencer all share one common trait.  They would all be dead now had I not decided to take them on as pets that I OWN.

With those eight I currently own twenty seven dogs.  In the twelve years I have had twenty something dogs sharing my house there has never been even a warning over care issues.  That also can be verified through animal control.  Gwinnett is one of the few counties in Georgia that does not have a pet limit law.

Having an array of seniors living here since specifically 2008 when some of my older personal hounds started to succumb old age it hardly "suspicious circumstances" at all that on the average we have lost three dogs a year from 2008 through 2013.

Those dogs include Toby a basset age 12 who was euthanized when diagnosed with cancer of the spleen, Jethro a beagle foster age 10 plus who passed away in his sleep while be treated for cancer of the stomach and Horatio a small senior beagle rescued from Murray County earlier in 2008 who died from bone cancer. Toby saw two vets who both recommended putting him to sleep, Jethro had been under the care of a local vet hospital for a few months when he suddenly passed and Horatio had been seen out at the University of Georgia when he lost the use of his hind legs. 

In 2009 there were no dogs who passed away but in 2010 that trend changed dramatically.  In February Maggie passed away suffering form kidney failure at the age of 12. Sally, a basset rescued from a puppy mill died at age 10 from a huge cancerous tumor on her chest also in February, in April our girl Zoe Monster passed away after suffering a massive stroke, in Ellie, who was twelve plus was helped to the bridge when she was diagnosed with bladder cancer, our senior basset Samantha also was sent to the bridge with cancer in April 2010 as well.

Maggie's bill for her last few days was several hundred dollars, Zoe's bill for her last 24 hours was over $1,000.  Sally, Ellie and Samantha were all under the care of our family vet during their last days with us.

In 2011 we lost our basset Mulligan to mouth cancer, a foster named Gibbs to mouth cancer, and an over bred older beagle mix named Frannie to a heart attack.  While both Gibbs and Mulligan were being seen by our family vet Frannie died of a massive heart attack here at home.

In the spring of 2012 our basset Sydney Barrett suffered a massive coronary and died at the age of twelve. 

In 2013 Petey passed away in early April from bone cancer, our first beagle died suddenly from bone cancer on Memorial day weekend and our beloved Cleo was taken away after a three month battle with an aggressive cancer as well. 

Cleo's vet bills alone during her last three years averaged $1,000 a year.  In addition to the dogs who have passed our oldest basset Abbie has undergone three major surgeries in the last eighteen months with total vet bills in excess of $3,000 dealing with a stubborn tumor on her front leg.  Our hospice Oscar has undergone successful removal of a tumor despite his advanced age.

This claim of not providing medical care as needed for any of the dogs living under my care is not only insulting but lacking in any credibility as well.



Exactly what with the self proclaimed expert from No Kill Nation like for "someone" too investigate?  Anyone who has followed me on Face book or on this blog knows that each of the hounds passing are well documented. 

It is simply ignorant for No Kill nation's president to suggest wrong doing where she has nothing more than an overly active imagination that is fueled by her own hatred.

How ignorant is Debi Day - you judge.


Stupid enough to think that the bassets and beagles I rescued in 2001 period where part of a "litter".  She is clueless.

But being clueless did not stop Debi from having one of her No Kill nation thugs from trying to file false allegations of abuse with authorities.


No Kill Nation's team member Idiot Whisperer goes on to suggest he will file a complaint with the Georgia Department of Agriculture with the "evidence" he has compiled about "dead corpses"?



Supported of course by the boss of No Kill nation cheering him on with her evidence of having a "dirty carpet".  Certainly with Debi's expertise as a leader this clearly points to man abusive sanctuary where the dogs should be removed. 

Yet, isn't Debi an apologist for true hoarding sanctuaries like Caboodle Ranch and Spindletop Refuge where actual evidence of dead corpses did exist?

There is a clear break where one crosses over from simply being ignorant of the facts they claim leadership skills on to simply being hateful without any concern over what lives they hurt.

Debi Day has crossed over that line time and time again.  She is so obsessed with bringing me down whether its with a bogus jail term or through truly hateful ignorant comments it is hard to imagine how she can do any advocating at all.



It is simply beyond the pale that a woman claiming to represent an national organization to reform our animals shelters would allow let alone direct comments like these.  This simply shows what I have said all along - Debi Day is NOT QUALIFIED to lead a no kill movement reforming our nations animal shelters.


Disgusting?  I'll leave it to people of sound minds to determine who is disgusting in this conversation.


Saturday, April 27, 2013

Life Trailed by 20 Hounds

There are plenty of people who are more than willing to lovingly look after your dogs if you should be sentenced to any amount of incarceration. 

No Kill Nation spokesperson Teri Dyer   

The arrogance that a spokesperson could even make such a statement astounds me.  Obviously No Kill Nation hasn't considered how this would effect the hounds she is suggesting are in need of a "loving home".

Many of you reading this many not know exactly WHO the hounds are that have become an iconic treasure in our community.

Over the years I have shared the antics and stories of my beloved hounds for the world to see.  I have also shared the heartbreak as many have peacefully left this world.  I can say without a doubt losing my hounds would be life altering.

Meet the hounds known as "Trailed by 20 Hounds"





I found Cleo chained in a backyard in south Florida on December 28th 2000.  She was being used to tease a pit bull who's chain reached close enough to touch nose to nose.  I advised the Spanish speaking owner I wasn't leaving without her even if I had to call INS.  He "sold" her to me for $60.  Cleo recently was diagnosed with a huge tumor on her hind leg.  Surgery was not successful in saving her life - she is now in hospice care while I treasure each day we have left.


Abbie was surrendered with a euthanasia order for being aggressive after taking a bite out of a two years olds ice cream cone.  She got all cone - what one year old puppy doesn't like ice cream?  She's been here since August 2001.  For the last three years she has struggled with an open wound tumor on her front leg that would not heal.  A year ago her leg was removed and she has had a full recovery.  She still enjoys an occasional cone.


Beagle Annie found herself at the Spalding gassing shelter in November 2001 with only hours to live.  I "rescued" her with the idea of finding her a home.  Not wanting to get attached I started calling her beagle - she's been here ever since.


Agnes was rescued from Miami Dade Animal Services on January 16th 2002.  She was picked up as a stray with a huge gash on her forehead New Years Eve.  Agnes was near death from all the disease in the shelter with whip worms, an infected head would and general poor health.  Probably the sweetest of hounds we call her the "Mad Kisser" around here.  Who wouldn't love that face?



I found Casey Jones at the Spalding Shelter waiting to be gassed on May 9th 2002.  He was not available for adoption since he had a crushed left eye.  The shelter manager told me you don't want a "one eyed" beagle we have another.  I looked at him and said "how do you know what I want?" and grabbed a leashed walking him out.  The eye was removed the next morning.  Casey's been a wonderful friend ever since.  


I found Marley after answering a "free to a good home ad on crackliest on August 5th  2002.  He was located in Hernando County Fl.  We drove 450 miles to snatch this handsome boy up.  A gorgeous hound with super long ears.  His owner claimed he couldn't house train him so he was living in their backyard.  I'm not sure what he was talking about as we didn't have any issues.  Maybe Marley couldn't figure out how to open the door?


Poe Poe's owner dropped him off at a local vets office in May of 2003 and never came back. He was two years old.  Not wanting to take him to the local high kill shelter a receptionist had him neutered, paid his bill and called me.  A sweeter hound does not exist.  Poe Poe and Bam Bam (RIP) were best friends.  Like Bam Bam, Poe has been my 24/7 companion ever since.

What were you thinking?
Beep Beep was a foster failure.  She's been with us since October 2003 - still waiting for one of those 23,000,000 people looking for a great house trained beagle.  Adopted out twice Beep Beep came back twice for acting up.  One adoptee was a personal friend who adopted another beagle named Einstein in 2006.  I've always thought Beep Beep acted out so she could come back and join all her houndie friends.  I officially adopted Beep Beep upon retiring from rescue in the summer of 2010.


Belle Belle was dumped at the Gwinnett Animal Shelter in November 2005.  She was eight years old.  Her owner had her since she was a puppy and dumped her when she started peeing on the floor. A VERY KIND animal control Officer Sandy Towler hid Belle in the back to avoid following up on the order.  She begged me to come rescue Belle before someone found her in a back part of the shelter.  Belle had bladder stones which were removed and I put her up for adoption.  She's still waiting.  I adopted Belle in the summer of 2010 as well.


Meet Sherlock. I bought Sherlock in a "batch" of basset and beagles that were being auctioned at a puppy mills breeders auction for $25 in May of 2007.  He was just a puppy. A truly handsome boy I selfishly decided to just keep him.  Everyone who meets Sherlock just melts at his sweetness.  The only issue I have with him is he definitely CANTHUNT.



Abigail was part of a second shipment of puppy mill breeder rejects in August 2007 just months before the infamous dog barking case in Gwinnett..  She was terrified with people including me.  I held on to her to try and work with her only to decide like Sherlock she would just stay.   While it's been a slow process initially Abigail has blossomed into a truly wonderful hound.  Sherlock still thinks of Abigail represent a next wave of hounds for after many of the older hounds have passed on to the bridge 

Many of the other "original" by20hounds Maggie Dawg, Zoe Monster, Toby, Sydney Barret, Scarlett, Mulligan, Flash, Samantha and my dear sweet Bam Bam have passed on taking with them huge chunks of my heart but leaving behind memories I will cherish till we meet again.

I am blessed to have been given the gift of their loyal friendship and the priceless memories that remain close to my heart. 

This blog is dedicated to the stories and memorials of the iconic hounds known as Trailed by 20 Hounds.

Friend of the Devil

I lit out from Reno, I was trailed by twenty hounds
Didn't get to sleep last night 'till the morning came around.

Set out runnin' but I take my time
A friend of the devil is a friend of mine
If I get home before daylight, I just might get some sleep tonight.

Ran into the devil, babe, he loaned me twenty bills
I spent the night in Utah in a cave up in the hills.

Set out runnin' but I take my time, a friend of the devil is a friend of mine,
If I get home before daylight, I just might get some sleep tonight.

I ran down to the levee but the devil caught me there
He took my twenty dollar bill and vanished in the air.

Set out runnin' but I take my time
A friend of the devil is a friend of mine
If I get home before daylight, I just might get some sleep tonight.

Got two reasons why I cry away each lonely night,
The first one's named Sweet Anne Marie, and she's my hearts delight.
The second one is prison, babe, the sheriff's on my trail,
And if he catches up with me, I'll spend my life in jail.

Got a wife in Chino, babe, and one in Cherokee
The first one says she's got my child, but it don't look like me.

Set out runnin' but I take my time,
A friend of the devil is a friend of mine,
If I get home before daylight, I just might get some sleep tonight.

-RIP Jerry


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZYo3rPgAvM4

Peace and Love

Drats






Wednesday, April 20, 2011

Zoe Monster - Has anyone seen my momma?

Zoe as a young puppy 
It's hard to believe a year has passed since helping our Zoe Monster cross the bridge.  Her, Maggie and Bam Bam are all together again along with the other hounds who have passed.  Slowly the heartache of losing Zoe has been replaced with the thousands of memories of our time spent together.

Zoe was born at a puppy mill in Oklahoma.  As a small puppy she was ripped from her mother's care and transported thousands of miles across country where she ended up in a south Florida pet store.  A nice family bought Zoe as a puppy only to realize caring for four small children along with a rambuncious puppy was more then they bargained for.  That's where Maggie and I found Zoe.

Meeting dem cows
With all these memories it would be impossible not to think about my Zoe.  She touched my heart in so many ways that she will always be a part of me I will never forget.  Slowly, the tears and sadness were replaced with a smile that reflects the love we shared.

I always knew I did good for Zoe but I still hope her last few hours weren't ones of suffering for her.  Zoe truly deserved my love as she brought about an inner peace that I can never thank her enough for. 

While we don't really know what happens to our pets after they pass from our hands it is my hope for Zoe that she is back with her momma as well.

Zoe had a blessed life living with the hounds and me.  Our time spent traveling with Maggie and then Cleo where the happiest time of my life.  While she always had a comfortable place to sleep, was surrounded with the love from the hounds and I, Zoe's momma was not so blessed.  I've often thought about the contradictions of life that had Zoe sleeping on my warm bed while her mother slept in a small cage for probably her entire life. 




Zoe overlooking the Klamath River
While Zoe loved the attention and the belly rubs that came with being a cherished pet, Zoe's mom only knew the role she played as someones breeding stock.  Zoe enjoyed life to the fullest - Zoe's momma was deprived of the chance of simply being someones devoted pet - someones best friend.  While Zoe slept on a warm blanket did Zoe's momma sleep on a wood floor or wire mess?  While Zoe always had the best of food - the best of vet care - did Zoe's momma even know there were people who cared? 



While Zoe's eyes would light up when she saw a small child did Zoe's momma ever get the chance to play with a child?

To many leaders in our No Kill movement the cruelty that puppy mills represent is taking a back seat as they stumble through excuses on how puppy mills don't contribute to the regional pet overpopulation issues that continue to haunt our public shelters. 

Even more offensive is the posturing that these leaders are taking, willing to "compromise" with those groups like MoFed and the NAIA who have spent years defending irresponsible breeders like the one who "owned" Zoe's momma.

Maggie and Zoe - match made in heaven
I can't accept this rationalization with breeder interests I despise in order to hitch my wagon to this new fang led No Kill Nation movement.  It is in Zoe's honor and the memory of Zoe's momma that I will recommit myself to opposing puppy mills and the cruelty and misery they breed by refocusing my efforts to educate others on the politics and political deal that brushes aside puppy mill cruelty in order to justify this new fang led movement. 




Sweet dreams till we meet agian

Sacrificing my principles while chasing a No Kill dream that is full of smoke and mirrors is not a road I will travel. 

Instead my voice will be reserved for speaking out against irresponsible breeders who want us to look the other way while they continue to use and abuse the innocent victims of puppy mill abuse that deny hope for Zoe's momma. 

That's the least I can do for my Zoe Monster.  Rest in peace my sweet girl.

Sunday, April 17, 2011

All I see are dark eyes

Oh, the gentlemen are talking and the midnight moon is on the riverside
They're drinking up and walking and it is time for me to slide
I live in another world where life and death are memorized
Where the earth is strung with lover's pearls and all I see are dark eyes.

A cock is crowing far away and another soldier's deep in prayer
Some mother's child has gone astray, she can't find him anywhere
But I can hear another drum beating for the dead that rise
Whom nature's beast fears as they come and all I see are dark eyes.

They tell me to be discreet for all intended purposes
They tell me revenge is sweet and from where they stand, I'm sure it is
But I feel nothing for their game, where beauty goes unrecognized
All I feel is heat and flame, and all I see are dark eyes.


Oh, the French girl, she's in paradise and a drunken man is at the wheel
Hunger pays a heavy prize to the falling gods of speed and steel
Oh, time is short and the days are sweet and passion rules the arrow that flies
A million faces at my feet but all I see are dark eyes.

Bob Dylan - Dark Eyes