
Maybe, just maybe those squirrels would come down here if I stand on two legs and wish it long enough and stare at them hard enough…
The greatness of a nation and its moral progress can be judged by the way its animals are treated. ~Mahatma Ghandi
I’ve tried to write a blog post about Pit Bulls and dog fighting ever since Eagles signed Michael Vick. But the problem is that the emotions overcome me and I feel unequal to the task of putting down in words how I feel about it and why I feel that way. My eyes start shedding tears the instant I think about doing a post. Like now. I’m bawling. I guess I’ve seen too many pictures and read too many sad heartrending stories of dogs who had to fight to survive and who just didn’t want to fight and who were just bad at it and who were just scared to death and who were just thrown into pits to be ripped apart.
Sometimes I wish I had never joined the whole animal rescue community and learn the plight of these dogs. Sometimes I wish I was oblivious to the facts and details and misconceptions about Pit Bulls and dog fighting. Sometimes I wish I could just say “what a pity” and move on.
But I don’t think I could ever feel differently about dog fighting and the pain the fighting dogs have to endure. The so-called “life” they have to live. The endless days of torture and blood and pain. Have you ever been bitten by a dog? Just one bite, not like getting things ripped off you like those dogs in the pits, but just a little bite that had to be treated at an ER? Do you know how excruciatingly painful it is? I don’t know if you are familiar with a story of any ex-fighting dog rescued from that tortuous life in the pits. Do you know how few of them actually “WANT” to fight other dogs?
I know most people really don’t think much about and don’t want to bother about Pit Bulls and dog fighting, and what are you really going to do if and when you learn the truth? It’s so remote from your life, you’ve never seen a dog fight, never even met anybody who’s seen a dog fight. And you’ll never own a dog anywhere close to a Pit Bull. Yeah, that’s the sad case for the Pit Bulls. Misunderstood and cursed for life, and so many people turning their backs on them cause they are just dogs, and even dubbed vicious dogs at that.
A dog fighting ring is always tied in with other crimes like drugs, money laundering, illegal weapons and other gang activities. Majority of those who find pleasure watching animals cry out in agony, covered in blood, limbs broken, flesh hanging loose turn out to be the most violent towards people. It’s not that far removed from our lives as you might think.
I’m not trying to make you a dog lover or an advocate for Pit Bulls. I’m not trying to convince you to read and learn about Pit Bulls, the most misunderstood dogs in this country right now, and their sad history. Of course if you do want to, lucky for you, there are excellent resources at Bad Rap or Pit Bull Rescue Central.
I started this post hours ago and I’ve spent too much time crying and blowing my nose. I keep closing this up since I can’t stand to be thinking about it so intensely, and I’m not making any sense. Oh well, the good news is that you can never accuse me of making much sense in anyway, so it’s nothing unusual. So what I’m trying to say is that I cannot write this post. Ha! You didn’t know that was coming after all the babbling! But yeah, I haven’t expressed even a fraction of what I feel and what I learned about Pit Bulls and dog fighting. I just can’t. I have a hard time articulating myself about things and people that I feel very strongly about and close to my heart. One reason you rarely read about my mom, dad, my sisters and their trials. But I digress.
I’m just asking you to be compassionate by being outraged when you read a news article about a dog fighter. By being indignant when the said dog fighter becomes the hero among all the other dog fighters. By being livid when he’s rewarded by a contract worth millions of dollars and allowed to be your kids’ role model. By being furious at his statement that it wasn’t his fault and his lack of remorse. By being absolutely incensed at remarks like “he made a mistake” because laughing at dogs crying out in agony or throwing his own family pet to see him get ripped apart for amusement cannot be categorized as “a mistake.”
If you can’t help but indifferent about the agony and misery for the poor dogs’ sake, I beg you not to be indifferent about the fact that more people including your kids are learning that not only it’s OK to torture and inflict such pain to another living being, but also it is an entertainment that they might try once or twice or until they get caught, which isn’t gonna be a big deal anyway.
“Philly’s always been a Mecca of dogfighting, but after Vick it exploded,” said Bengal. “He’s an idol.” ~From the article Pit Bulls in Pain, The Philadelphia Weekly
Please have some compassion. Even the most vicious criminals don’t deserve what those dogs have to go through. And their only crime? They were born Pit Bulls.

how my babies are doing, and also equally dying to see some pictures of them NOT peeing or pooping. There is nothing much to report, but here you are.

Georgia is doing OK. I had a big scare when I took her to the vet for checkup in May when the vet diagnosed her as having level 2 heart murmur. Since she did not have it last fall, we were alarmed when 2 months later even I could hear the swishing noise by just putting my ear on her side. After echocardiogram and EKG, it was determined that the murmur is at the beginning stage brought on by old age, and even though by sound it has become level 3 murmur, the sound is loud because the dent on her heart valve was small compared to the high velocity of the blood circulation. The cardiologist’s suggestion is to do nothing.

Summer in New York doesn’t agree with Brooklyn very well because of the moisture on the ground even when it hasn’t rained. She’s been pooping only once every 3 or 4 days out of absolute necessity. She was absolutely miserable during June when we had maybe 3 or 4 days without rain. She was also diagnosed with heart murmur during her checkup, but the vet could only hear very slight noises. I had not known old age can bring on heart murmur until then.

Brandy’s been doing fine, considering… I hate to acknowledge the fact but I have to admit the side effect of megaesophagus is getting worse slowly over the years. And there is nothing I can do about it. Other than that, she was given a clean bill of health during her checkup.

Foster has not bitten himself and punctured himself this summer! Yet. *knocks on wood* Not only that, I haven’t had to rush him to an emergency vet. *knocks on wood harder* He was also given a clean bill of health.
Now please leave some love for my babies!
I’m not really a crazy dog lady… yet. I don’t carry on conversations with my dogs… on a daily basis. But there are somethings I say to them on a daily basis other than Sit or Down kinda simple commands – complete sentences and questions I expect them to understand and sometimes expect answers. I get a little tired of being ignored and not getting answers, but I’m waiting for one of them to finally blurt out one of these days, “Oh shut up!”
The following is a list of thirteen of those things I say to my dogs:
- Be careful! I blurt it out quite often because, you know, I don’t want them to get hurt, quite naturally.
- What’s your problem? When somebody doesn’t stop barking after my “Enough” or “Quiet”, I have to resort to reasoning.
- See, I told you! You never listen! Usually Brooklyn gets this mocking remark from me when she has to pee and poop under heavy rain after refusing to pee or poop because of wet grass or light rain in spite of my repeated warning of possible heavier rain in the near future.
- What are you doing? Because you know, I sometimes get curious and don’t want to move to see what they are doing. I do expect an answer.
- Get a room, will ya? Cause sometimes I think they should do certain activities in private.
- What happened? I do like to know what happened when somebody suddenly cries out and whines. Wouldn’t you?
- Where do you think you’re going? Come on, it’s funny when they bolt past you and then can’t go anywhere but wait for you walk slowly taking your sweet time to open the door or the baby gate for them.
- Did you pee/poop? Sometimes I get distracted and don’t notice if one peed/pooped or not. I gotta know.
- Where did you poop? When someone pulls of sneak-a-poo routine while I’m not looking. Again, I gotta know.
- Did you just fart? I usually know who farted when, but you know there are silent but deadly kinds.
- I’m coming, I’m coming. They get anxious and whine when I deliver their food one at a time to each location. I do have to assure them that they will not starve to death.
- Where does it itch? Here? Here? It’s hard to see and do nothing when they try to scratch or nibble where they can’t reach.
- I love you too but not THAT way. Foster tends to get too happy and excited to see me and be pat, and his red rocket gets launched sometimes. It’s my way of gently letting him down.
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