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Alert: Urgent - Help Us Save The Wood Ducks  
Focus:Animal Welfare
Action Request:Write E-Mail


There was a report on Adelaide radio this morning that the Belaire Park Country Club has hired a shooter to kill wood ducks. 

Laurie (Coalition Against Duck Shooting) has just spoken to Ron, one of the CEOs at the Country Club (who is nervous and aggressive and wouldn't supply his last name). 37 wood ducks have been shot in one day and they intend to continue shooting.  The CEO says they have obtained a permit from the South Australian Government, but we say shooting permits are issued too easily and not enough consideration is given to non-lethal alternatives.

This is totally unnecessary and unacceptable.  There are non-lethal alternatives and these days most golf clubs live happily with their wildlife.

We need hundreds of emails going to and and people phoning Ron, or anyone in management on 08 8278 7534 - and keeping it up for the next two weeks - ringing and/or emailing every day.  

Please also cc your email to Allan Holmes, CEO of SA Dept. of Environment and Heritage

People should not be abusive, but rather point out that there are non-lethal alternatives such as rubber snakes, dogs being walked on leads, radio controlled model planes, etc. which will deter the birds and that the shooting of native waterbirds is not acceptable.  Most golfers don't like wildlife being shot and are outraged to learn this is taking place.

Waterbird numbers across eastern Australia over the last 25 years has decreased a staggering 82%.  This is caused mainly by drought and climate change.  The sad state of the Coorong in South Australia, once a major waterbird breeding area, is a prime example.

The Club has used a supposedly non-lethal chemical in the past that kept the birds off, but they say they can't aford to use it any longer.


Posted: Oct 22, 2009 10:09am | (0) | () |  
Blog: No buddy left behind - helping soldiers save their pets  

Please share!!

As many of you know, Sgt. Beberg's dog "Ratchet" is now home from Iraq and in Minnesota safe and sound.   More than 69,000 people signed the petition asking for clemency for the soldier's dogs, with orders of "shoot to kill" and certain death awaiting Ratchet.  The AP sent the story to every news agency around the world and it became headline news everywhere.  With the eyes of the world watching, the Army finally released  the soldier's dog and after a third attempt to transport Ratchet out of iraq, Operation Baghdad Pups finally rescued the dog.

But, our efforts do not end with Ratchet. Many more soldiers are anxiously waiting for their pets to be granted safe passage home to the U.S. Operation Baghdad Pups receives 4-5 requests a week from soldiers in Iraq & Afghanistan, asking for safe passage home for their pets.

Our letter and petition to the Department of Defense to appeal their policy against animals and soldiers is now online.

Please take a moment to read the petition and sign it. A letter writing campaign to the DOD is our objective. The Army heard our voices about Ratchet and released him. Now, we must make sure the DOD hears our voices and listens. The policy must be changed. We know far too much about PTSD to ignore this problem.

Please go to:

Please share this with friends, family and your online communities.

Thank you for your time and continued support. 

M.A.R.S.  Safe Haven
Supports Rescue Programs and Animal Welfare
Sponsors of "Clemency for Ratchet" petition

Posted: Oct 28, 2008 3:55am | comment (0) | discuss () | permalink  
{ else }   Alert: "SOSCoky - A Cry for Help!!"  
Focus:Animal Welfare
Action Request:Petition
Please help the dogs of "SOSCoky" - the Canile of Santa Maria di Castellabate, Campania, Italy - in signing our petition. The area of the Canile is placed at a former rubbish-ground without infrastructure. There is no electricity and water. Many of the dogs are sick - suffering of Leishmaniose, Ehrlichose or other diseases. Already five years ago the municipials have promised a new area for the Canile, but 'till now nothing has happened. It is time for keeping promises now!! Join our petition please! Thank you!!

Posted: Jun 25, 2008 11:30pm | comment (0) | discuss () | permalink  


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{ else }   Message: Please Help Me Bring Littlebug Home  
Hi, I am embracing a horrific trauma in my life that has seen three anniversaries since April 15, 2003 in San Diego Family Court and find myself in need of friends like you for your generous support.

You see due to judicial crimes to me, I can't contact my Granddaughter and naturally this hurts me very much but there is another life this loss of contact has emotionally abused as well, and that would be, "Mama Guinea" Littlebug's guinea pig. I hate to see Mama Guinea grieving unnecessarily for her master Littlebug, and you could help me change that.....

I would like for you to sign the following petitions in CARE 2.
I am trying to get District Attorney Bonnie Dumanis to do something about perjury  and religious hate-crimes in San Diego Family Courts so I can have a fair hearing and bring my Granddaughter I have raised for seven years back home to Missouri to reunite with Mama Guinea.

I am also going to approach the senate to change some laws In California that are by the people & pets and for the people & pets so please sign the following two petitions in the two links below.

Thank You from Mama Guinea and Littlebug, the links are below. Please pass it around to your friends, family, etc..

Posted: Mar 27, 2007 7:21pm | comment (0) | discuss () | permalink  
{ else }   Message: Television to Take Unprecedented Look at Chimpanzees Rescued from Labs  

Chimpanzees: An Unnatural History 
Sunday, November 5th at 8 p.m. (ET) 

Project R&R has told you about some of the amazing individual chimpanzees living at sanctuaries that we support, including Fauna Foundation, Save the Chimps, and Center for Great Apes. Now, meet them for yourself! Tune in November 5th on PBS for Chimpanzees: An Unnatural History – an unprecedented look at the lives of chimpanzees rescued from research and entertainment into sanctuaries.

The film is produced, written, directed, and narrated by Emmy Award-winning filmmaker Allison Argo. NEAVS/Project R&R made our extensive research files available throughout the writing and production of this moving and educational film.   

Among the film’s highlights are Fauna chimpanzees Billy Jo and Tom with Gloria Grow, Fauna founder/director and Project R&R honorary chair. Ms. Grow was invited to attend the Television Critics Association press tour in Los Angeles. Gloria noted that “Everyone at NATURE felt the stories of the chimpanzees were so compelling that they wanted to prominently place the film in their line up. It is an honor to have it launch their 25th anniversary season. The chimpanzees are the stars of that film. We are all grateful to NATURE for producing this documentary.”

Want to help? Gather a group of at least 10 people for this special television event and we will send you a mix of complimentary bumper stickers and pins for your guests! Call 1-877-2chimps or email us at to find out more.

[Photo credit: Billy Jo at Fauna

Posted: Oct 25, 2006 7:17am | comment (3) | discuss () | permalink  

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Posted: Sep 28, 2006 7:10am | comment (0) | discuss () | permalink  
Blog: How Could You?  
When I was a puppy, I entertained you with my antics and made you laugh. You called me your child, and despite a number of chewed shoes and a couple of murdered throw pillows, I became your best friend. Whenever I was "bad," you'd shake your finger at me and ask "How could you?"-but then you'd relent and roll me over for a belly rub.

My housebreaking took a little longer than expected, because you were terribly busy, but we worked on that together. I remember those nights of nuzzling you in bed and listening to your confidences and secret dreams, and I believed that life could not be any more perfect.

We went for long walks and runs in the park, car rides, stops for ice cream (I only got the cone because "ice cream is bad for dogs" you said), and I took long naps in the sun waiting for you to come home at the end of the day.

Gradually, you began spending more time at work and on your career, and more time searching for a human mate. I waited for you patiently, comforted you through heartbreaks and disappointments, never chided you about bad decisions, and romped with glee at your homecomings, and when you fell in love. She, now your wife, is not a "dog person", still I welcomed her into our home, tried to show her affection, and obeyed her. I was happy because you were happy.

Then the human babies came along and I shared your excitement. I was fascinated by their pinkness, how they smelled, and I wanted to mother them, too. Only she and you worried that I might hurt them, and I spent most of my time banished to another room, or to a dog crate. Oh, how I wanted to love them, but I became a "prisoner of love." As they began to grow, I became their friend. They clung to my fur and pulled themselves up on wobbly legs, poked fingers in my eyes, investigated my ears, and gave me kisses on my nose. I loved everything about them and their touch-because your touch was now so infrequent-and I would've defended them with my life if need be. I would sneak into their beds and listen to their worries and secret dreams, and together we waited for the sound of your car in the driveway.

There had been a time, when others asked you if you had a dog, that you produced a photo of me from your wallet and told them stories about me. These past few years, you just answered "yes" and changed the subject. I had gone from being "your dog" to "just a dog," and you resented every expenditure on my behalf.

Now, you have a new career opportunity in another city, and you and they will be moving to an apartment that does not allow pets. You've made the right decision for your "family," but there was a time when I was your only family. I was excited about the car ride until we arrived at the animal shelter. It smelled of dogs and cats, of fear, of hopelessness. You filled out the paperwork and said "I know you will find a good home for her." They shrugged and gave you a pained look. They understand the realities facing a middle-aged dog, even one with "papers." You had to pry your son's fingers loose from my collar as he screamed "No, Daddy! Please don'tlet them take my dog!" And I worried for him, and what lessons you had just taught him about friendship and loyalty, about love and responsibility, and about respect for all life.

You gave me a good-bye pat on the head, avoided my eyes, and politely refused to take my collar and leash with you. You had a deadline to meet and now I have one, too. After you left, the two nice ladies said you probably knew about your upcoming move months ago and made no attempt to find me another good home. They shook their heads and asked "How could you?" They are as attentive to us here in the shelter as their busy schedules allow. They feed us, of course, but I lost my appetite days ago. At first, whenever anyone passed my pen, I rushed to the front, hoping it was you that you had changed your mind-that this was all a bad dream...or I hoped it would at least be someone who cared, anyone who might save me. When I realized I could not compete with the frolicking for attention of happy puppies, oblivious to their own fate, I retreated to a far corner and waited. I heard her footsteps as she came for me at the end of the day, and I padded along the aisle after her to a separate room. A blissfully quiet room. She placed me on the table and rubbed my ears, and told me not to worry. My heart pounded in anticipation of what was to come, but there was also a sense of relief. As is my nature, I was more concerned about her. The burden which she bears weighs heavily on her, and I know that, the same way I knew your every mood. She gently placed a tourniquet around my foreleg as a tear ran down her cheek. I licked her hand in the same way I used to comfort you so many years ago. She expertly slid the hypodermic needle into my vein. As I felt the sting and the cool liquid coursing through my body, I lay down sleepily, looked into her kind eyes and murmured "How could you?" Perhaps because she understood my dogspeak, she said "I'm so sorry." She hugged me, and hurriedly explained it was her job to make sure I went to a better place, where I wouldn't be ignored or abused or abandoned, or have to fend for myself-a place of love and light so very different from this earthly place

Please send this to your friends, and help abused pets everywhere.

Copyright Jim Willis 1999
Excerpted from his book "Pieces of My Heart - Writings Inspired by Animals and Nature"

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