Kennewick, WA puppy mill

*Above video was found on http://www.hsus.org
That puppy mills exist (in general) makes me sick to my stomach, what bothers me even more is how little information is usually given on the subject when they do actually make the news.

Rescued Kennewick dogs
*photo by Herald/Bob Brawdy

They do mention the poor condition of the animals when they are rescued.
Occasionally they point out the special care these dogs will need upon adoption, but in my opinion it is not stressed hard enough. Dogs who have lived out their lives this way are often very afraid of people, all they know of humans is cruelty. They have never felt the love that most pets have become accustomed to. These dogs need to be taken into a home in which they are the only pet and can have attention showered upon them.
 
http://www.seattlehumane.org
Although, I never see anything in the newspapers about the actual breeding or their quality of life.

The age of breeding in a puppy mill is whatever age a bitch (female) first comes into season, usually when she’s around six months. A breeding bitch is usually bred two-three times a year until her body gives out at around the age of five to six. These poor females usually die an early death from the toll of constant pregnancy and birth put on their exhausted, malnourished bodies.

These dogs are usually kept in cages throughout their lifetime. No games of fetch or walks in the park for these beautiful creatures.

The age which a bitch is bred in a private setting is a minimum of two years of age, never in her first season, and then only if she is judged to be emotionally mature and ready. A bitch should only be bred four times in her life (that’s about the maximum. Maybe five.)  They are walked, trained and play is a part of their daily life…along with love.
Most of the dogs raised in a private setting are actually part of the family, and kept on as such whether they have been retired from breeding or were never bred at all.

I would love to take one of these canines into my home but as I already have a large breed dog, I know I could never give it the attention it deserves.  I’m afraid that not just anyone can be successful with a dog that's been through this trauma.  Unconditional love and infinite patience are very important factors in the adoption of such an animal because they may never be able to live up to any traditional expectations but they WILL love YOU unconditionally. 

I am about to ask an enormous favor on behalf of these animals. Please think long and hard before adopting one. The amount of care you need to procure is no small feat. These poor, neglected, overused sweethearts need homes they can count on and grow old in.

Please don’t rush to adopt one of these dogs when you see a puppy mill bust on the news. Think it through carefully.  They’ve already been through so much, please don’t make them start a third life.
If you wish to donate to The Humane Society of the United States (Please Stop Puppy Mills) please visit: https://secure.hsus.org/01/sun_valley_kennel_puppy_mill_rescue?source=gabhbt

All my life….

All my life I have been told that I am “unique” “an individual” “different” and these terms are not always used in a complimentary way. I’m the first to admit that I do have my own way of looking at things, that’s true. I’ve decided to make a list of the things that I’ve been called out on…the good (in my opinion)  AND the bad.
· I don’t gossip—this drives most people crazy.
· I can’t help but see both sides of a situation—again, drives people crazy (myself included sometimes)
· I don’t usually make judgment calls.
· I’m pretty big on letting people be who they are.
· I always need to know WHY?  People hate this, especially the accepting type.
· It’s extremely rare for me to decide whether I like or dislike someone right away.  It can take years sometimes.
· I hate being told or expected to do ANYTHING.  Seriously... I can be about to do something that I want to do but if someone tells me I HAVE to it's as if I physically CANNOT.
· If I trip,  or do something stupid, I tell people about it!
· I would rather be in pain than uncomfortable…I know, crazy right?
· I rely on a combination of logic +my instincts.
· I eat only when I’m hungry…regardless of the time.
· I do what I want when I want…most have a HUGE problem with this one.
· I am the one who will give $5 to the person who is out of gas and tell them to give it back to someone else.
· I am also the one who will give $5 to that guy who has been out of gas 3 times this week at the same gas station & get called a sucker but I don’t care!
· I actually DO “drink coffee at midnight when the moment is not right.” But WHO SAYS WHAT’S RIGHT? WHO THE FUCK ARE “THEY?”
· I guess that when I’m given an inch…I take a mile? Whatever that means.
· I admit when people I don’t usually agree with are right (or good at something.)
· I can spend days (or weeks) alone and be perfectly alright with it.
· I actually do that last one & I call it a sabbatical.
· I actually like men better than women…mostly.
· I actually LIKE my boyfriend.
· I love to drink & do it whenever the mood strikes.
· I love to read-which surprises people…I’m never sure how to take that?
· I do things my way. This is usually a combination of ways I was shown & my way.
· I used to be very up-front with my opinions until a tragic event in my life caused me to be much quieter (I was actually called “more like a radical wallflower” recently.)
This list is getting a bit too long. I’ll have continue it;)
I’ve found that 99% of the regrets I have in this life stemmed from allowing others to convince me to go against my instincts. I think I’m done with that.
I’ll make my own mistakes from now on.

Fuck ‘em all;)

Dysfunctional?

Today all you hear about is how dysfunctional people are. This label has spread to include anyone that differs from the traditional “norm.” You’re divorced? Dysfunctional. Your parents are divorced? You speak your mind and your opinion differs from mine? You quit high school? You have an OPEN MIND? Dysfunctional. You were pregnant out of wedlock?!? Or worse you married twice and you have children by more than one FATHER!?!?! DYSFUNCTIONAL!!

This brings me to the real point of this post…”functional” people...Functional people scare me. Am I alone in this? They scare me. Seriously. I get insanely uncomfortable around them…I just KNOW I’m going to do SOMETHING that will scream “I’M NOT LIKE YOU! I’M DYSFUNCTIONAL!!!” in a shrill (read -insane) voice.

They always want to make conversation. Normal conversation. I'm talking about questions that they expect stock answers to. My problem is that when asked a direct question, I automatically answer. I answer truthfully. I'm not a liar, sugar-coating counts. I'm met with silence sometimes. Eventually it will stall because I get tense and have no idea how to respond. I don't understand asking a question that I don't want answered truthfully. I don't know how to answer one any other way.

Is this just me?

Random Photographs…

These photos were taken by an amateur and I think that they’re absolutely fabulous…funny thing is that the photographer thinks that they’re awful. Please comment so that I can forward them? I just really hate to see talent go to waste…I suggest you click to enlarge-to see the detail.

All photo credits~Ivy Asrai

Flickr Tags: Photography,amazing,amateur

Soul searching

I’ve been doing a lot of thinking, soul-searching if you will, during my recent stay in the land of the unemployed. As my nest egg dwindles, my anxiety grows.

When you're a kid, people always encourage you to have big dreams. Why is it that once you're in the double digits you're supposed to put those dreams away for “real life”?

Recently I saw the woman who used to live in the house directly behind my childhood home and that brought back a lot of memories. Suddenly, I remembered that well before I could actually write I used to make up and deliver newspapers for my neighborhood. I would scribble made up stories on notebook paper, then roll up the pages and go from house to house delivering what I called “the news.”

This is a picture of what my neighbors were kind enough to pretend was what they had been waiting for “all day!”

I learned to read and write when I was five. I remember sitting at the kitchen table with “One Fish, Two Fish” by Dr. Seuss for hours that night. I was determined to figure out how those symbols were deciphered into words that made sense to me. I wanted to be able to put down on paper all the stories that were in my head and all the feelings that were in my heart.

Once I learned how to read I was insatiable. I read by night light, had my head on my desk (to read the book that was on my lap) and my two favorite gifts were new books and fresh notebooks.

I was in the 5th grade when my English teacher asked for my permission to use one of my stories as a worksheet for future classes. The feeling I got from that experience is indescribable.

I seemed to have been born with a passion for the written word but then another bug bit me…acting. My mother brought me to acting classes and I found I had a knack for “becoming” my character. I was good at it and it became what I dreamed of doing with my life. My parents divorced and money was tight so those classes, unfortunately, were one of the things that had to be cut. As a teenager when I joined the workforce I did go back for awhile and got good reviews all around. I got pregnant with my daughter at 19 and theater just no longer seemed to be an attainable occupation. I always meant to start writing again but it just never seemed to be the right time.

I find it incredible just how fast the years fly by. Suddenly you look around and say, “What the fuck am I doing here? I hate my job! What happened to all the plans and dreams I had when I started this adventure that is my life?” It seems like it was just last week when those dreams were within reach.

My point is that I need to find a job which, considering the present state of the economy, I fear will be no easy task. Do I really want to jump right into another job that I hate? Is it alright to chase after the dreams that seemed so possible just yesterday? Is the fact that I’m daring to entertain these thoughts just downright selfish? Is there a time when it’s just too late?

I’d really love to hear any thoughts and/or opinions on this.