What happens to us when we do what our humans wish us to?
Our bones have been broken our tendons and muscles torn We're starved to keep our weight low and choked in the lines used to tow
If we don't make the cut they kill us we are culled, even when we're pups They do it with a shot to the head, drag us, or club us until we're dead
Many would deem this treatment illegal because it violates animal cruelty laws Yet we still end up with bleeding ulcers, and fur loss, our footpads torn and raw
Many of us spend our life outside, alone tethered to a short length of metal chain so short that we must sleep in our own urine and feces, and do so to our shame
We will get anemia or broken teeth, get struck with vomiting or diarrhea Some of us will bleed deep inside gouged by the sleds the humans ride
Those same humans have skinned us to make mittens to warm their hands We fall prey to sprains and viral diseases while they break our bodies in frozen lands
Some of us get penile frostbite or ruptured discs in our spines We get pneumonia, become paralyzed, suffer from hypothermia--and we've died
Forced to run 1,150 miles over unforgiving land many will perish, at the mercy of a human's hand 53 percent of us will not cross the line in that final hour Who's there to speak for us and the lives that were ours?
This race is one of cruelty and of great loss, one of misery, for many stout-hearted sled dogs! This popular race that kills, is called the Iditarod...
Dedicated to all dogs who have suffered for the run of their lives... And for those who ARE there to speak for the dogs - The Sled Dog Action Coalition http://www.helpsleddogs.org
Domestic dogs and raccoon dogs are killed in brutal ways for their fur in China. The raccoon dog is a wild member of the dog (Canidae) family with markings resembling those of a raccoon. They are known to be skinned alive for their fur in China, where they are caged and killed in large numbers. Clothing with fur trim from Raccoon dogs has shown up in U.S. stores.
The Humane Society of the United States filed a legal petition with the Federal Trade Commission seeking to enforce the Fur Products Labeling Act against 14 major retailers and designers concerning false advertising and false labeling of fur garments.
In response to the investigation, many retailers and designers took positive action to put customers and animals first, but a disappointing number did not.
ACTIONS TAKEN BY RESPONSIBLE DESIGNERS AND RETAILERS (Some took action beyond what is listed)
Will go fur-free within a year Calvin Klein Tommy Hilfiger
Pulled garments and indicated they will not use raccoon dog fur in future Shawn "Jay-Z" Carter's Rocawear Sean "Diddy" Combs' Sean Jean
Endorsing H.R. 891, the Dog and Cat Fur Prohibition Enforcement Act Tommy Hilfiger Burlington Coat Factory Loehmann's House of Dereon
Will stop using raccoon dog fur DKNY
Informed customers, offered returns Nordstrom
Recalled garments from retailers Joie
RETAILERS AND DESIGNERS THAT HAVE NOT TAKEN APPROPRIATE ACTION TO PROTECT CONSUMERS AND ANIMALS
Andrew Marc Barneys Bergdorf Goodman Bluefly Dillard's Foot Locker J.C. Penney Lord & Taylor Macy's (Federated Department Stores) Michael Kors Neiman Marcus Baby Phat Ross Spiewak
The Raccoon Dog's Plea
We are not from your country, the U S of A but we have something important we need to say Much of the clothing you buy bears our fur as trim for coyotes, wolves, and other dogs, too, it is grim
Some of the labels say the trim is faux fur but often without testing you cannot be sure For there on the collar may be our fur and skin or that of the other Canidae, who are our kin
Our once huge numbers are now being thinned . . . Did you know many of us are alive when skinned? We are caged in large numbers--killed in brutal ways. But if you speak up for us, we will have our say
Will you protect us, unveil the ugly truth for all to see? Will you help us to have a future where we are free...
Last year over 350,000 of us were put to death clubbed or shot, hunters forever took away our breath Close to our mothers, lying there in the snow we were but babes and we could not know
When first we glimpsed the ships on the ocean cold we were unafraid, not thinking they'd be so bold But onto the ice and through our land the men strode breaching our nursery, and entering our family fold
As they approached we looked on, unable to understand the expressions on their faces, the weapons in their hands At first we didn't stir, but then the men toward us ran it quickly became a slaughter and we were the lambs
This was our first exposure to humans, staffs and guns as we looked up, they quickly struck us with their clubs Some of us didn't die from the blows--we were only stunned our hearts still beating as they skinned us, spilling our blood
Later, the parents or seal babies who managed to survive moved on the ice and crimson snow, in disbelief, and cried Grieving for the lost ones whose fur-less bodies lay so still not knowing if the humans would be back, or if they'd had their fill...
To a future, where "their fill" is gone and past a pledge to stop the killing, an oath that will last.
I was just a girl, and I had always been told not to go near the Collie who was tied to a pole she lived two houses down, this "forgotten" dog out in the heat, the rain, and the cold, cold fog
I passed her each day when I'd walk to school and she was always alone, so I broke that rule like the Lassie on TV, she was beautiful to me but as I drew nearer, her fear was easy to see
So I held out my hand, allowing her to catch my scent there was pain in her face, hurting me was not her intent but when I reached her, uncertainty flashed in her eyes and she bit As pain blossomed in my palm, my knees buckled and I had to sit
From up against the garage wall I shakily slid to the dirt cradling my hand I shook my head, crying freely at the hurt not from her bite to my palm, but the pain that etched her face when I had looked up at her and she slowly met my gaze
Her expression said, I'm sorry! Perhaps in a another time and place We might have been friends, or even family... and seen love in each others face I can only dream of the prospects a different life may have yielded? Like running side-by-side, on a summer's eve, in a lush green-carpeted field
But, none of those things were meant for her She was a prisoner there, that was plain to see A chain 'round her neck, and dust in her once pretty fur So I turned and ran home, all the while wishing that I could have set the "forgotten" girl free...
There's no agreement I can find not in my heart nor in my mind during the silence, at night, on TV It is so painful--it hurts to see lives in pictures and printed words honored in memory; in silence heard
Men and women, our country's youth fighting for freedom; living the truth Coming back to be laid in the grave in native soil, the Land of the Brave Leaving home, they're hopeful and whole but return with torn bodies and bruised souls Lacking is the assistance they desperately need Is that how our country honors their deed?
Before it was easier, and I used to say We should be there--It's the American way I back my government, I support the troops And I did so with belief in the wavering proof
When doubt would question my political bent my heart would say, "There's a reason they went." When my mind said, "Our servicemen shouldn't be there." My spirit urged me, "Our freedom is something we share."
So, as long as my heart could convince my head I'd go along, listening to the lists of the injured and dead I was a faithful citizen--volunteering and doing my part Moving forward while ignoring my damaged heart But my spirit started questioning what my mind was saying and I began to feel my beliefs stretching and fraying So I turned to God, asking for strength and direction and with His help, my mind and heart made a selection
My heart and my mind, one with the other, would agree I'd love to see them all here, safe, well, and with their family The hurry-it-up part of me wants them back home right now Could not the government do that quickly, ASAP, somehow?
You see, there's no agreement I can find not in my spirit, my heart, nor in my mind I can no longer condone our presence over there What's happening to our youth does not seem fair
The young people of this country are our future It is difficult enough starting off well and strong But if they are killed or gravely injured it's wrong For any good we are doing, this journey's too long
Our American people seem to agree with the thought that our young men and women have rallied and fought Perhaps some would join me with the great need to yell... I want them home, I want them happy. I want them well!
There is no longer an agreement I can find not in my heart, nor in my soul, nor in my mind...
Adopt a Shelter Cat
To celebrate, MCHS has
waived adoption fees for
all adult cats, 3 years
and older, adopted from
MCHS during June!
The waived fees are
Mr. Grabby Fingers
decided it might be a
good idea to visit da cat
rooms on Friday, and of
course da kittehs saw him
coming a mile away.
Mesa, da dashing year-old
fellow, observed his
arrival with great
interest. He paced
and cried for at...
OONEY arrived at the
shelter on December 28,
OWER arrived at the
shelter on January 10,
LEWIS arrived at the
shelter on January 10,
2010. She is no longer
available for adoption.