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August 28, 2009>

Beasts, Mania

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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.

As some of you know, Brandy’s megaesophagus makes her regurgitate food from now and then, even after being held upright for an hour after a meal. It’s the way it is and there is nothing anybody can do about it but for me to clean up the mess.

And Brandy’s stool never recovered its roll-on-the-floor-rock-hard consistency after that scary episode almost 2 years ago when every morsel of food she ate came back up for more than a month. I guess her digestive system got a shock when it finally got to see some food. So she gets about a cup of yogurt everyday with her meal, but still her stool is frequently loose enough for me to make bald spots on the lawn to pick off all blades of grass (and weeds… well, OK, mostly weeds) with fecal matter on it.

So when the name Poop Freeze caught my eye while I was going through hundreds of “As Seen On TV” products trying to remember the names of the various products for Sucker I Am post yesterday, I was like, could it be? Could this really be??? The description confirmed that it is in fact what I hoped it would be – You spray it on poop, hair balls, or vomit, etc, and it freezes it down to -62°F so you can clean it up with ease. What a brilliant idea! What an excellent way to improve my everyday life! My life WILL be happier! What an exceptional find!

Supposedly, there was or has been or still is an infomercial on TV for Poop Freeze. And let me tell you, if I had seen the infomercial you can bet your bottom dollar that I would have ordered it before the infomercial was over. Then why haven’t I ordered it yet, you might wonder. Well, it lacked the magic of infomercial. I need to see it work on screen. I need to hear people’s testimonies, you understand.

Then why haven’t I clicked on the infomercial link and watch it online? Frankly, I’m afraid to watch it. Cause I KNOW I’m going to HAVE to order it once I did – there is no if’s, and’s or but’s about it, and writing that Sucker I Am post kinda sobered me up to the fact that I’m an infomercialaholic.

What I’m trying to get at, actually, is this – Anybody willing to try it and let me know if it works? Anyone? Anyone?

July 6, 2009>

Beasts, Georgia

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I dropped off Georgia at the vet this morning for echocardiogram. She was especially freaked out from the time we came out of the house, so I was feeling quite uneasy. It’s not like she would be put under or anything, so I don’t know what I was uneasy about except that I’m always uneasy when I have to drop off somebody at the vet. Especially Georgia, who would do anything to escape the present situation by running away. Anyway, I was very uneasy.

Around two o’clock, the vet called saying echo result is good meaning it’s not that bad but the technician seemed to see some irregular beats which the vet couldn’t detect with the stethoscope. The reason the murmur sounds level three is that the defect on the heart valve is very small and the velocity of the flow is great compared to that defect, it makes more swishing sound. But because of the concern for the irregular beats, EKG was done and I had to wait another 4 hours for the cardiologist to go over it.

The prognosis, when the vet called me again, is that it’s the very beginning stage of heart murmur brought on by old age, and we should do nothing at present. I was like, NOTHING??? For a while, I couldn’t decide if I should be glad because her murmur isn’t that bad as we thought, or upset because there is nothing that CAN be done. I know, I should be jumping up and down or something. But for the first hour or so, I wasn’t sure how I felt about it. I wonder if I’m that negative about everything…

Anyway, thank you for the good wishes. We decided that the reason for her lack of activity these days must be from her arthritis instead of her heart, so when I picked her up, I also picked up anti-inflammatory. Now she’s on 4 different meds with 3 different supplements. I need to make an appointment to extract the cracked tooth. It just never seems to end, but hooray all the same.