I would expect nothing less from a store called “Petland”, but apparently they have sold about 17,000 puppy mill puppies to unsuspecting customers. There is a suicide inducing video here if you really need to, you know, top off a great day with some footage of tiny innocent puppies with foot injuries from their cages, lack of clean pens, room to run, and an interview with a Petland owner who insists that they aren’t from a puppy mill. Oh yes, and you can send them an email from the webpage telling them to stop. Nothing will change ofcourse, but let me tell you I personalized the heck out of my email and it felt good.
I can’t think of anything more disgusting than breeding puppies in puppy mills. You know, factory farms and animal testing at the very least have faux justifications. We “have to feed” millions of people, we have to save lives yadda yadda. But there is absolutely no excuse when
“Seven dogs & cats are born every day for each person born in the U.S. Of those, only 1 in 5 puppies and kittens say in their original home for their natural lifetime. The remaining 4 are abandoned to the streets or end up at a shelter” (The Humane Society of the United States)
Only 1 in 7 puppies are taken care of, that is fed and kept alive. From what I see day to day I know that dogs who get walked every day and do any kind of training EVER are in the top 1%. We are ruining the dogs we have now and yet here these people are stuffing puppies in cages purely to make money. Because really there is no way to rationalize this. No lives are being saved, you’re not watching your kids make yummy noises as they devour that white white meat at the dinner table. You just go to work every day and sell another inanimate object. You look at a little fluffball puppy who is crying for its mom and has foot injuries and see an object that has no feelings or meaning other than to serve you by looking cute. psycho idiots need to rot and die.
Scherzo spent an hour off leash up at MSU today, opening doors with handicapped buttons, running along walls, eating duck poop (but not ducks!), and then, just after this picture, chasing a rabbit.
The Dingo and I were at the turd (a free artificial climbing boulder off the Galligator trail) today waiting for Sarroar to come back from work and doing some bouldering when she jumped three feet into the air from a down and chomped a hornet. The dog is allergic to hornet and bee stings, but I wasn’t afraid because she’d been snacking on them for last two months or so without any swelling.
We’ve reached a stage in the Dingo’s training where we’ve decided it will be easier to move forward if we extinct her reactions to certain scenarios. The dog has got pretty chill, or zen as they call it on the training levels, but there are a few key things that still get her amped up.