luckychaos
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Lucky half the times lifts and half the time dosen't. He didn't start lifting at all until he was 2 or 3.
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In about a year were moving to a house in the country and I'm thinking about getting a wolfdog. I've heard if raised from puppies and well socialized then can be pretty good with people, depending on the percentage. But I know you can't train them like with regular dogs.
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noooooo, I didn't write it, I found it on a site can't remember where.
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On the first day of class our professor explained to us that he was going to leave the subject manner of our talks up to us, but he was going to provide the motivation of the speech. We would be responsible for six speeches, each with a different motivation.
For instance our first speech's purpose was to inform. He advised us to pick subjects that we were interested in and knowledgeable about. I decided to center my six speeches around animals, especially dogs. For my first speech to inform, I talked about the equestrian art of dressage.
For my speech to demonstrate, I brought my German Shepherd "Bodger" to class and demonstrated obedience commands. Finally the semester was almost over and I had but one more speech to give. This speech was to take the place of a written final exam and was to count for fifty per cent of our grade. The speeches motivation was to persuade.
After agonizing over a subject matter, and keeping with my animal theme, decided on the topic of spaying and neutering pets. My goal was to try to persuade my classmates to neuter their pets.
So I started researching the topic. There was plenty of material, articles that told of the millions of dogs and cats that were euthanized every year, of supposedly beloved pets that were turned in to various animal control facilities for the lamest of reason, or worse dropped off far from home, bewildered and scared.
Death was usually a blessing. The final speech was looming closer, but I felt well prepared. My notes were full of facts and statistics that I felt sure would motivate even the most naive of pet owner to succumb to my plea.
A couple of days before our speeches were due, I had the bright idea of going to the local branch of the Humane Society and borrowing a puppy to use as a sort of a visual aid. I called the Humane Society and explained what I wanted. They were very happy to accommodate me.
I made arrangements to pick up a puppy the day before my speech. The day before my speech, I went to pick up the puppy. I was feeling very confident. I could quote all the statistics and numbers without ever looking at my notes. The puppy, I felt, would add the final emotional touch. When I arrived at the Humane Society I was met by a young guy, named Ron.
He explained that he was the public relations person for the Humane Society. He was very excited about my speech and asked if I would like a tour of the facilities before I picked up the puppy. I enthusiastically agreed. We started out in the reception area, which was the general public's initial encounter with the Humane Society.
The lobby was full, mostly with people dropping off various animals that they no longer wanted Ron explained to me that this branch of the Humane society took in about fifty animal a day and adopted out twenty. As we stood there I heard snatches of conversation, "I can't keep him, he digs holes in my garden" "There such cute puppies, I know you will have no trouble finding homes for them." "She is wild, I can't control her."
I heard one of Humane Society's volunteer explain to the lady with the litter of puppies that the Society was filled with puppies and that these puppies, being black, would immediately be put to sleep. Black puppies, he explained, had little chance of being adopted.
The woman who brought the puppies in just shrugged, "I can't help it" she whined, "they are getting too big, I don't have room for them." We left the reception area and Ron led me into the staging area where the incoming animals were evaluated for adoptability.
Over half never even made it to the adoption center. There were just too many. Not only were people bringing in their own animal, but strays were also dropped off. By law the humane society had to hold a stray for three days.
If the animal was not claimed by then it was euthanized, since there was no background information on the animal. There were already too many animals that had a known history eagerly provided by their soon to be x owners. As we went through the different areas, I felt more and more depressed.
No amount of statistics, could take the place of seeing the reality of what this throw away attitude did to the living, breathing animal. It was over overwhelming. Finally Ron stopped in front of a closed door.
"That's it." He said. "Except for this." I read the sign on the door. Euthanization Area. "Do you want to see one?" he asked. Before I could decline, he interjected, "You really should, you can't tell the whole story unless you experience the end." I reluctantly agreed. "Good," he said. "I already cleared it and Peggy is expecting you."
He knocked firmly on the door. A middle-aged woman in a white lab coat opened it immediately. "Here's the girl I was telling you about." Ron explained.
Peggy looked me over. "Well I'll leave you here with Peggy and meet you in the reception area in about fifteen minutes. I'll have the puppy ready." With that Ron departed, leaving me standing in front of the stern looking Peggy. Peggy motioned me in.
As I walked into the room, I gave an audible gasp. The room was small and sparten. There were a couple of cages on the wall and a cabinet with syringes and vials of a clear liquid. In the middle of the room was an examining table with a rubber mat on top.
There were two doors other then the one I had entered. Both were closed, one said to incinerator room, and the other had no sign, but I could hear various animal noises coming from behind the closed door. In the back of the room, near the door that was marked incinerator, were the objects that caused my distress.
Two wheel barrels, filled with the bodies of dead kittens and puppies. I stared in horror. Nothing had prepared me for this, I felt my legs grow weak and my breathing become rapid and shallow. I wanted to run from that room, screaming. Peggy seemed not to notice my state of shock.
She started talking about the Euthanization process, but I wasn't hearing her. I could not tear my gaze away from the wheel barrels and those dozens of pathetic little bodies. Finally, Peggy seemed to notice that I was not paying attention to her. "Are you listening?" She asked irritably. "I'm only going to go through this once.?"
I tore my gaze from the back of the room and looked at her. I opened my mouth to say something, but nothing would come out, so I nodded. She told me that behind the unmarked door were the animals that were scheduled for euthanasia that day.
She picked up a chart that was hanging from the wall. "One fifty-three is next." She said as she looked at the chart. "I'll go get him." She laid down the chart on the examining table and started for the unmarked door. Before she got to the door she stopped and turned around.
"You aren't going to get hysterical are you?" she asked. "Because that will only upset the animals." I shook my head. I had not said a word since I walked into that room. I still felt unsure if I would be able to without breaking down into tears.
As Peggy opened the unmarked door I peered into the room beyond. It was a small room, but the walls were lined and stacked with cages. It looked like they were all occupied. Peggy opened the door of one of the lower cages and removed the occupant.
From what I could see it looked like a medium size dog. She attached a leash and ushered the dog into the room in which I stood. As Peggy brought the dog into the room I could see that the dog was no more than a puppy maybe five or six months old.
The pup looked to be a cross between a Lab and a German Shepherd. He was mostly black, with a small amount of tan above his eyes and on his feet.
He was very excited and bouncing up and down, trying to sniff everything in this new environment. Peggy lifted the pup onto the table. She had a card in her hand, which she laid on the table next to me. I read the card. It said that number one fifty-three was a mixed Shepherd, 6 months old, surrendered two days ago by a family.
Reason of surrender was given as jumps on children. At the bottom was a note that said Name: Sam. Peggy was quick and efficient, from lots of practice, I guessed. She laid one fifty-three down on his side and tied a rubber tourniquet around his front leg.
She turned to fill the syringe from the vial of clear liquid. All this time I was standing at the head of the table. I could see the moment that one fifty-three went from a curious puppy to a terrified puppy. He did not like being held down and he started to struggle.
It was then that I finally found my voice. I bent over the struggling puppy and whispered "Sam, your name is Sam."
At the sound of his name Sam quit struggling. He wagged his tail tentatively and his soft pink tongue darted out and licked my hand. And that is how he spent his last moment. I watched his eyes fade from hopefulness to nothingness. It was over very quickly.
I had never even seen Peggy give the lethal shot. The tears could not be contained any longer. I kept my head down so as not to embarrass myself in front of the stoic Peggy. My tears fell onto the still body on the table. Now you know." Peggy said softly. Then she turned away. "Ron will be waiting for you," I left the room.
Although it seem like it had been hours, only fifteen minutes had gone by since Ron had left me at the door. I made my way back to the reception area.
True to his word, Ron had the puppy already to go. After giving me some instructions about what to feed the puppy, he handed the carrying cage over to me and wished me good luck on my speech. That night I went home and spent many hours playing with the orphan puppy. I went to bed that night but I could not sleep. After a while I got up and looked at my speech notes with their numbers and statistics. Without second thought I tore them up and threw them away. I went back to bed.
Sometime during the night I finally fell asleep. The next morning I arrived at my Speech class with Puppy Doe. When my turn came to give my speech. I walked up to the front the class with the puppy in my arms. I took a deep breath, and I told the class about the life and death of Sam.
When I finished my speech I became aware that I was crying. I apologized to the class and took my seat. After class the teacher handed out a critique with our grades. I had got an "A." His comments said "Very moving and persuasive." Two days later, on the last day of class, one of my classmates came up to me. She was an older lady that I had never spoken to in class.
She stopped me on our way out of the classroom. "I want you to know that I adopted the puppy you brought to class." She said. "His name is Sam."
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Maybe that was it cause Lucky had a intestinal infection a few months ago
and it was one of the first times we went to that vet so maybe he connected feeling better with the new vet. -
5 years ago I was at PJ's pet center (a pet shop) and I fell in love with a
beautiful border collie/golden retriever puppy. (I was 9 at the time and knew nothing of pet stores and puppy mills). My parents agreed and so we brought the puppy home. Lucky for us he turned out to be a healthy
and pretty well socialized dog. I just feel so bad for supporting the puppy mill industry.
Of course our second dog Chaos (aka devil dog and brat by the shelter)
was a rescue and she's turing out to be just as wonderful as the other dogs we've bought from breeders and pet stores. So I'd just like to let anyone out there who dosen't already know it, ADOPT A DOG, SAVE A LIFE. -
My dog Lucky used to HATE the vet (I know most dogs do.) but only since he got neutered. We recently switched vets to one closer to us and he's like a different dog. The people are just as nice as the people in the last vet, but Lucky will walk in without a care. Do you think know what happens when their neutered/spayed?
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Something exactally like that happed to one of my dogs a few months ago. he woke up in the night and was screaming everytime he tried to lie down, but standing up he was ok. it turns out he had an intestinal infection that was causing the pain. i wonder if something like that happend to your dog as well? Anyway I don't know you but i hope that your dog gets better.
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i looked at the post that told me how to do the picture, but i cant find the button that says browse on my profile.
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This may be a dumb question and its probally right in front of my face but how do you put that little picture under your user name? any help would be really great.
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Ya but nice wolfdogs is one thing nice pets are another. Wolves are not pets. I never meant I wanted a wolfdog as a pet. I wanted it as a companian animal. Or at least high percentage wolfdogs don't make good pets, although there could be exeptions.