You know the expression, “what you don’t know can’t hurt you?” It’s not true! Every day I post dog food recalls so that you can be aware of the dangerous lurking in your dog’s food bowl!

Soon, I’m also going to tell you where the money goes. Here is a video about Shenandoah, a little border collie we rescued in 2011. She was heartworm positive, adopted, used the alternative method of treatment, and is negative today.

Ever wondered why I take the heartworm positive dogs? It’s not like I seek them out! I know that many shelters have a standard rule; do not adopt out heartworm positive dogs. They must go to a rescue, or they are put down. Even if the shelter has dozens of empty crates available, even if the dog is young, even if the dog is a purebred, even if the dog has an awesome temperament, heartworm positive dogs are doomed.

If you research all of my heartworm positive dogs, you’ll see that many of them were rescued by me because I knew they had no way out. There was no chance in hell they would be allowed to live because of a simple and easy-to-cure heartworm.

Shenandoah is one of those dogs.

Click here to see Shenandoah’s Original Post

Shelters, Pounds & Rescues

The Plight of Animal Rescuers – What People Don’t Know

Rescuers receive owner-surrendered dogs, and dogs from shelters and pounds whose time is up. Dogs on Death Row that wait for the eleventh hour are pulled from shelters and pounds by private rescuers every day. Yet dog-owners continue to resist relinquishing their dog to a private rescue.

I want to start a reality show called Rescue Wars!

The Misconceptions of Animal Rescuers

To rescue is a verb, a rescue is not a place, we have really misused the word rescue. I know I have to accept it when people call me a “rescue”, but it does make me cringe. We have over-used the word “rescue” . I believe “liberate” is truly what a good rescuer does.

Many dogs in rescue have been owner-surrendered, however, many have also been pulled off of death row from a kill-shelter, simply because their time was up—facing the eleventh hour.

So many people who surrender their dog to their local shelter or pound refuse to take their dog to a rescuer, however, what they don’t realize is if the surrendered dog is highly-adoptable, the shelters themselves contact local reputable rescuers. Why? There is no time limit with a reputable rescuer.

Shelters and pounds must keep stray dogs for a specified length of time, however, owner-surrendered dogs can be euthanized immediately.

National List of No-Kill Shelters

The dogs that come to a rescuer that are thunder-phobic, dog-aggressive, or bite are rehabilitated by a good rescuer. They are retrained, worked with, and if the dog is not successful, the rescuer finds a home that is suitable for that dog, given its “issues”.

If a dog bites a child, a pound will euthanize the dog, especially if the dog is owner-surrendered. A rescuer will save it, and find it a suitable home.

In most cases, rescuers receive dogs that have not been spayed or neutered. They pay for it.

In some cases, rescuers receive dogs with kennel cough, parvo, or are heartworm positive. They pay for it.

Yet, anti-rescue groups scream when a rescuer charges an adoption fee, even after they have spent an untold amount of time and money on the rescued dog.

We’ve already discussed “Free to a Good Home” and Dog Fighting Professionals, right?

A True Story:

Dog Thieves?

I want to take the time to share this with you so you can see how quickly we can learn to hate, and how quickly we can become judgmental.

Just a Little Shitzu
This little Shitzu was welcomed and loved, however, he relentlessly attacked the other dogs at the home. The home was one of a well-known horse rescue. Many dogs, cats and livestock had found their permanent home at this rescue.

Even though the Shitzu had mad manners, he was loved and tolerated!

One day, at a local groomer’s, a groomer caught wind that a wonderful customer, who was in her 60s had lost her little Shitzu. Consumed by grief, the customer explained her loss. The groomer thought that maybe her friend’s bad-mannered Shitzu could be re-homed with this sweet grieving woman.

The Shitzu’s owner agreed. The owner was confident that the Shitzu would be in a loving home, with someone who could afford him, someone who had experience with Shitzus, and the Shitzu would be in a 1 dog family. After some thought, the owner agreed.

That day, the owner delivered the Shitzu to the groomers, with the understanding that the grieving older woman would have a new Shitzu to help ease her pain. The Shitzu’s owner felt it was a win-win situation for everyone. After all, the sweet older lady agreed to allow the owner to visit the Shitzu when she wanted.

Somehow, for reasons still unknown, the Shitzu was immediately given to a rescue, who posted him on Craig’s list and other advertising media, adoption applications poured in, and the Shitzu was in rescue for days before he was adopted.

The previous owner had no knowledge that this had transpired. She felt that her little dog was with the sweet old lady. It wasn’t until someone she knew told her that her dog was posted on Craig’s list by a rescue.

Why the dog wasn’t given to the sweet old lady, we have no clue.

This story alone would make anyone question rescues. Anyone in the Anti-Rescue Movement would jump all over this story. But what really went wrong here was the trust factor.

The owner of the Shitzu trusted her friend, who worked at the groomer’s and she gave her dog to a third-party.

Never give your dog to a third-party!

The owner of the Shitzu is not bitter with the rescue, after all, they did their job, and found a good home for her dog, but the owner was not looking for a “rescue” to take her dog, she was interested in re-homing the dog to this one specific older woman.

Dishonest Rescues?

I have heard stories of alleged rescuers pretending to adopt dogs from online forums like Craig’s list and Freecycle, just to post the same dog “for adoption” with a hefty adoption fee associated with the dog. From the surface, it appears that it’s dishonest. However, the average American does not really know what’s going on in the Dog’s World today. I would rather see a “free” dog going to a rescuer than being adopted by a professional dog fighter. At least with a rescuer, adoption fee or no adoption fee, the dog stands a chance.

Regardless, we must all be very careful not to discriminate against all rescuers just because some appear to be dishonest.

I always tell owners who are giving their dog away that I am a rescuer, and that I have no intentions of keeping the dog for myself. They usually hang up on me, because they want to re-home their own dog.

How do you know if you’re dealing with a good rescue?

Are you being screened as a potential pet-owner? Is this rescuer willing to give you a pet without asking you any questions?

Just because they are a non-profit, does not mean they are a true rescue.

Just because they are NOT a non-profit doesn’t mean they are a legitimate rescuer.

If you contact a rescue, and they admit that they rarely have puppies, they are probably a true rescue.

If you see that a rescue maintains a large inventory of puppies, they are not a rescue.

A rescue is not an organization that purchases puppies from puppy mills and sells them—that is a pet store. Even if you see this rescue holding “an adoption event” at a local store, is still does not mean they are a true rescue.

If you are given a certificate for future spay/neutering, you are not dealing with a true rescuer. A reputable rescuer spays and neuters all of their animals before adoption—a certificate or voucher just doesn’t cut it in the rescue world. IT’S A SCAM. Adopters receive a certificate, and once they arrive at the pre-chosen vet, the vet announces that the certificate doesn’t cover the cost for the entire procedure.

A side note: The Anti-Rescue Group Fanatics and the Myths that they Promote

The new anti-rescue movement has me really baffled. While I’m sure there are some really dishonest people out there that pose as rescuers, there are also some very dishonest people out there that pose as reputable breeders. We must accept that in every profession, dishonest people exist. Most folks are that against Rescuers have passed judgment because of bad press.

Example: When is the last time you heard of a great foster home on the news? You don’t! The news only covers the horror stories. I would like to ask my readers to make up their own minds and not to judge every Rescuer based on what’s on the 5:00 news!

So many people hate animal rescuers, yet I challenge you to walk, just one day, in their shoes. Some are furious when they are turned down when trying to adopt a dog, because they don’t truly understand the laws and the protocol that licensed pounds, shelters, and rescues must follow to maintain their reputation and protect the dog.

I hear from people everyday that want to give up their dog, but refuse to give their dog to a rescuer. It makes no sense to me whatsoever. But I do know that there are exceptions to every rule. There are no absolutes in the dog’s world.


For those of you who would like to join this anti-rescue movement, you can find one on yahoo called “dog_anti-rescue_anti-peta_new”

However, when I was on the group, to gain an insight into why they had such a deep-seeded hatred toward certain groups, and why they were proud to be breeding their dogs, I was stifled when they challenged my use of the word “adoption”.

Their opinion was that we should simply use the word “purchase” instead of “adoption”. I challenged their use of the word “purchase” when I eloquently explained that dogs that were once owned, and then surrendered are clearly not re-purchased, but that they are re-homed or adopted.

I explained in even more detail why I felt the word adoption was acceptable for such a transaction, for at the age of four months, in Montreal, Quebec, I clearly was not “purchased” by my parents, I was legally, and lovingly “adopted.” I explained that I would surely have hated to go through live knowing I was bought. It was at that point, my membership was pulled!!! I thought it was a real shame, because I was learning so much about their views. I referred to them as “the other side”.

Oh well, I love this country, everyone has a right to their opinion. However, I believe we should base our opinions on as many facts we can get our hands on. So feel free to join this group if you believe all Rescues and Shelters are the bad guys!

Here is their group’s description:

We oppose “rescuers” who steal animals, abuse people, falsely accuse, destroy property, destroy families. We oppose all their crime and illegal activity. “Rescuers” seek glory and high “adoption fees”. They insult family breeders by calling them “backyard breeders”. Overpopulation is a myth. Due to scarcity SHELTERS ARE IMPORTING dogs to keep up “adoption” fees. We encourage helping dogs in distress but most “rescues” are fake and hurt efforts of the sincere and most BRAG about their “rescues”. Rescue groups apply HUMAN terms to animals.

Pet laws will remove all pets from our homes. California and Louisville are the first battle grounds. Protect our right to animal OWNERSHIP. Our enemies want total elimination of pets from our homes and consider ownership similar to slavery.

Reject “guardian” “adopt” and other non-ownership words. Dogs are not humans. We do not have “furkids”. Never apply HUMAN terms to animals. It is an insult to us when animals are considered EQUAL to humans. Do you really believe that your child is no better than a cockroach? God gave man dominion over animals. We do not condone abuse of any animal or human.

The FBI Congress & the President declared ANIMAL EXTREMISTS to be TERRORISTS using VIOLENCE to accomplish their goals. Arson and burglary are not justified for ANY reason. Stealing dogs is never “rescue”. WE DO NOT CLAIM THAT ALL RESCUES ARE BAD-MANY ARE! We provide links to disclose their horrible crime and violence and seek their prosecution.

Jim Willis

I stole your dog today. No, I didn’t set a foot on your property, but from the condition of your dog, I can imagine what it looks like…the word “junkyard” comes to mind.

I found her along a road, with a heavy chain wrapped around her neck, still attached to rotten boards from her doghouse, with rusty six-penny nails protruding. Not only did I know that most of the town had already ignored her, judging by where I found her, but I knew that if she had gotten into the woods the “cross” that she dragged behind her would have wrapped around a tree until starvation or thirst killed her. The local populace is usually deaf to the sound or blind to the sight of an animal in need, unless they decide to shoot one for trespassing.

That her ribs showed, that her ears were filthy, that her overall condition was poor and that her coat and eyes were dull, were good indications that you didn’t deserve her. But just to make sure, I checked with the local authorities for a report of a missing (unlicensed) dog matching her description and to see if you’d placed a “lost dog” advertisement in the local newspaper. You hadn’t, which I can only surmise means that you do not miss her. That’s rather convenient, because the fact that she is not spayed, probably unvaccinated, and possibly heartworm positive means that restoring her health could cost me around a thousand dollars.

Perhaps it may be some small comfort to know that she doesn’t miss you. In fact, her very act of escape made it clear that she’d had enough of your brand of pet guardianship. It took her about a day to realize that I’m not you, that I won’t hurt her, that despite our brief acquaintanceship, I love her. It took two days for her to realize that the other animals who live here accept her and that one of the joys she has been missing has been the companionship of other dogs. It took three days for her to appreciate the ecstasy of a homecooked meal and that a couch is meant to be reclined on, and that she no longer has to sleep outside – in fact, when the thunder starts, she’ll get a hug and her ears rubbed, and I’ll make a fool of myself with baby talk.

She has a beautiful name now. Already in the first week she has come to look more like she should. Her eyes sparkle and she has learned to wag her tail in greeting. She has stopped flinching when I make a sudden movement, because she knows now that I won’t beat her, in fact, she rarely leaves my side. She’s even become brave enough to bark at a cat and today I watched from the window as she initiated play with the other dogs. No, it’s clear she does not miss you or her former life of neglect on a chain.

Of all the things that have become apparent from my brief relationship with her – such as the forgiving nature of the dog, their wonderful ability to heal and to trust, the fact that love can work miracles – one of the most apparent is what a fool you are. She was possibly the most trusting, loyal and loving being in your life, and you consigned her to a life of filth and loneliness until she made the best choice she’s ever made when she broke free. Perhaps her guardian angel helped her escape. Lest anyone should mistake me for an angel, I will admit that one day I hope to be as good as she; I believe she forgave you within the first twenty-four hours of her new life for the about four years of her previous “life,” while I still wrestle with the part of me that hopes that one day you will burn in Hell.

It’s not clear yet whether she’ll remain here or whether I’ll find her a loving home where she can count on more individual attention than I can give her, but one thing is certain, this is one bit of stolen “property” who is never returning to you. So sue me, prosecute me, plead with the courts that she is rightfully yours…I’m convinced this is the best “crime” I’ve ever committed. Hardly anything has pleased me more than the day I stole your dog. I need only look into her beautiful brown eyes to know that she’d defend my decision with her life. If we have one prayer, it is that you will not replace her, and if we have one special day to commemorate together, it is the day I stole your dog and the day she stole my heart.

Copyright Jim Willis 2002
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“Cleo” The Visionary
How Could You?

Death Row Dogs—Gassing Shelters, and Euthanasia Rates in America’s Shelters

Carol Bowman-Henderson contacted me one year ago, on April 20, 2008, after she had seen one of my anti-gassing videos on YouTube.

“Can you help me?” She asked.

She quickly began to send me her spectacular photographs, some of which were so horrendous, with regard to animal cruelty, that I have never used them.

After numerous discussions about her situation in Clovis, and after she witnessed a gassing, it was clear to me that Carol was determined to do whatever she needed to get the gassing banned.

One evening, after experiencing an overwhelming bout of depression, she wrote the poem “Through Their Eyes” which I used in our first video together. The result was astounding.

When Carol first started, she wanted to ban gassing in her town of Clovis—and her efforts lead to a state-wide ban.

We stayed in close contact, sometimes talking several times a day, when eventually, there seemed to be no progress made whatsoever. Her frustration level mounted, yet she never gave up.

There were times when I heard sadness, anger, and desperation in her voice, but her tenacity always prevailed.

Even as she described how her own community rejected her, and neighbors scorned her for her involvement and persistence, she plowed forward. Of course, it hurt her feelings, for she had hoped others would join her, but her focus on saving the animals was far greater than her focus on herself.

Even I backed off a bit, from time to time. Probably because I didn’t believe that the two of us could really create change – after all, who are we?

Many times I felt that I had done all I could do to help her. I wondered if we’d ever really be successful. I had hoped that publishing several videos on YouTube would increase awareness, but wondered if one day, something or someone would take our war against gassing to the next level. And it did. That someone was Yvette Dobbie.

Carol was elated when she described to me how she felt on April 6, 2009 when she witnessed Governor Bill Richardson sign the bill to ban gassing animals in New Mexico.

But even as she shared with me her moment of joy, her sentence quickly rolled into the needs for spay & neutering programs. It appears that Carol’s work is never done.

If any of you ever believe that you can’t possibly make a difference with whatever issue you are faced with – you are wrong. Just ask Carol.

Carol, my friend, your talents combined with your tenacity are a gift. Thank God you shared it with all of us, and the animals.

You can join Carol on Facebook on her Fan Page called, “Alliance to Stop the Gassing of Cats, Dogs, and Wildlife”

What I have learned from this experience is that when city pounds have a gas chamber accessible to them, there isn’t necessarily a veterinarian overseeing the euthanasia of the animals. While gassing is supposed to be humane, it isn’t when shelter operators stuff several animals in a small box at once. While the animals wait, they panic, as more and more animals are added into the tight space. This creates chaos, and the animals do not die in a peaceful manner.

There are some pounds who follow strict protocol with regard to gassing, and in those pounds, the death of an animal is considered humane. However, without a veterinarian present, it is in my opinion that the pound is lacking a gatekeeper.

A gatekeeper would prevent perfectly healthy animals from being euthanized, but approve the euthanasia of the terminally-ill, elderly, severely injured, or potentially dangerous animals. Without a veterinarian/gatekeeper making those judgment calls, there is no one to force the pound to increase their adoption efforts, solicit volunteer fosters, or work with rescuers in their areas.

Regardless, euthanasia by lethal injection is no more costly than carbon monoxide poisoning. Which way would you rather go, if you had a choice? It’s really a no-brainer.

A Must Read: San Antonio, Texas 2004, Death by the Pound

More Stuff:

Euthanasia Facts:

Author, Unknown:

Yes, I Gas Dogs and Cats for a Living. I’m an Animal Control officer in a very small town in central North Carolina. I’m in my mid thirties, and have been working for the town in different positions since high school.

There is not much work here, and working for the county provides good pay and benefits for a person like me without a higher education. I’m the person you all write about how horrible I am.

I’m the one that gasses the dogs and cats and makes them suffer. I’m the one that pulls their dead corpses out smelling of Carbon Monoxide and throws them into green plastic bags. But I’m also the one that hates my job and hates what I have to do.

First off, all you people out there that judge me, don’t. God is judging me, and I know I’m going to Hell. Yes, I’m going to hell. I wont lie, it’s despicable, cold, cruel and I feel like a serial killer. I’m not all to blame, if the law would mandate spay and neuter, lots of these dogs and cats wouldn’t be here for me to gas. I’m the devil, I know it, but I want you people to see that there is another side to me, the devil Gas Chamber man. The shelter usually gasses on Friday morning.

Friday’s are the day that most people look forward to, this is the day that I hate, and wish that time will stand still on Thursday night. Thursday night, late, after nobody’s around, my friend and I go through a fast food line, and buy 50 dollars worth of cheeseburgers and fries, and chicken. I’m not allowed to feed the dogs on Thursday, for I’m told that they will make a mess in the gas chamber, and why waste the food.

So, Thursday night, with the lights still closed, I go into the saddest room that anyone can every imagine, and let all the doomed dogs out out their cages.

I have never been bit, and in all my years doing this, the dogs have never fought over the food. My buddy and I, open each wrapper of cheeseburger and chicken sandwich, and feed them to the skinny, starving dogs.

They swallow the food so fast, that I don’t believe they even taste it. There tails are wagging, and some don’t even go for the food, they roll on their backs wanting a scratch on their bellies. They start running, jumping and kissing me and my buddy.

They go back to their food, and come back to us. All their eyes are on us with such trust and hope, and their tails wag so fast, that I have come out with black and blues on my thighs.. They devour the food, then it’s time for them to devour some love and peace. My buddy and I sit down on the dirty, pee stained concrete floor, and we let the dogs jump on us. They lick us, they put their butts in the air to play, and they play with each other. Some lick each other, but most are glued on me and my buddy.

I look into the eyes of each dog. I give each dog a name. They will not die without a name. I give each dog 5 minutes of unconditional love and touch. I talk to them, and tell them that I’m so sorry that tomorrow they will die a gruesome, long, torturous death at the hands of me in the gas chamber. Some tilt their heads to try to understand. I tell them, that they will be in a better place, and I beg them not to hate me. I tell them that I know I’m going to hell, but they will all be playing with all the dogs and cats in heaven.

After about 30 minutes, I take each dog individually, into their feces filled concrete jail cell, and pet them and scratch them under their chins. Some give me their paw, and I just want to die. I just want to die. I close the jail cell on each dog, and ask them to forgive me. As my buddy and I are walking out, we watch as every dog is smiling at us and them don’t even move their heads. They will sleep, with a full belly, and a false sense of security.

As we walk out of the doomed dog room, my buddy and I go to the cat room.
We take our box, and put the very friendly kittens and pregnant cats in our box. The shelter does not keep tabs on the cats, like they do the dogs.

As I hand pick which cats are going to make it out, I feel like I’m playing God, deciding whose going to live and die.

We take the cats into my truck, and put them on blankets in the back.

Usually, as soon as we start to drive away, there are purring cats sitting on our necks or rubbing against us.

My buddy and I take our one way two hour trip to a county that is very wealthy and they use injection to kill animals.

We go to exclusive neighborhoods, and let one or two cats out at a time.

They don’t want to run, they want to stay with us. We shoo them away, which makes me feel sad.

I tell them that these rich people will adopt them, and if worse comes to worse and they do get put down, they will be put down with a painless needle being cradled by a loving veterinarian. After the last cat is free, we drive back to our town.

It’s about 5 in the morning now, about two hours until I have to gas my best friends.

I go home, take a shower, take my 4 anti-anxiety pills and drive to work.. I don’t eat, I can’t eat. It’s now time, to put these animals in the gas chamber. I put my ear plugs in, and when I go to the collect the dogs, the dogs are so excited to see me, that they jump up to kiss me and think they are going to play.

I put them in the rolling cage and take them to the gas chamber. They know. They just know. They can smell the death.. They can smell the fear. They start whimpering, the second I put them in the box. The boss tells me to squeeze in as many as I can to save on gas. He watches. He knows I hate him, he knows I hate my job. I do as I’m told. He watches until all the dogs, and cats (thrown in together) are fighting and screaming. The sounds is very muffled to me because of my ear plugs. He walks out, I turn the gas on, and walk out.

I walk out as fast as I can. I walk into the bathroom, and I take a pin and draw blood from my hand. Why? The pain and blood takes my brain off of what I just did. In 40 minutes, I have to go back and unload the dead animals. I pray that none survived, which happens when I overstuff the chamber. I pull them out with thick gloves, and the smell of carbon monoxide makes me sick. So does the vomit and blood, and all the bowel movements. I pull them out, put them in plastic bags.

They are in heaven now, I tell myself. I then start cleaning up the mess, the mess, that YOU PEOPLE are creating by not spay or neutering your animals. The mess that YOU PEOPLE are creating by not demanding that a vet come in and do this humanely. You ARE THE TAXPAYERS, DEMAND that this practice STOP!

So, don’t call me the monster, the devil, the gasser, call the politicians, the shelter directors, and the county people the devil. Heck, call the governor, tell him to make it stop.

As usual, I will take sleeping pills tonight to drown out the screams I heard in the past, before I discovered the ear plugs. I will jump and twitch in my sleep, and I believe I’m starting to hallucinate.

This is my life. Don’t judge me. Believe me, I judge myself enough.

~Author unknown

List generated August, 2008

Note:  States that do not allow carbon monoxide may still allow older pounds and shelters to use that method, until new shelters are rebuilt or new methods are adopted.

States that allow carbon monoxide Gassing:
New York
North Carolina
Rhode Island
South Carolina
West Virginia

States that do not allow gassing:
New Jersey
New Mexico

Information Unavailable:
North Dakota
Puerto Rico

States that do not Mention Gassing either way in their laws:
District of Columbia
New Hampshire
South Dakota

Yes, Legal 17
No, Banned 12
Not Mentioned in Law 20
Unavailable 3

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The No Kill Mentality—and Why Spay & Neuter?

A Town Near You

Somewhere tucked away in my State of Florida is a very rural town where the majority of its population is receiving government aid. There, citizens can barely afford to immunize their children, let alone feed them. There, animals roam freely, not really having a home to call their own, just hoping to get a bite to eat. I’m confident that I just described millions of little towns and communities scattered throughout the United States. It’s in these areas that we, as advocates, need to focus our time and energy.

The citizens clearly are just not informed as to what atrocities are taking place in their community, and lawmakers either don’t care, or they are asleep at the wheel.

While Florida is not a gassing state, the euthanasia rates in some communities are very high. In some cases, it s a local veterinarian who is making a handsome living because they are paid by the State to euthanize. As a matter-of-fact, in some cases, the veterinarian is paid per animal to euthanize.

So while we rescuers jump up and down screaming our arms about this extremely high euthanasia rate, we fail to understand why—why some of these shelters and pounds fail to work with rescuers, fail to deliver medical attention to these needy strays—because they make more money putting them down.

What communities and their leaders don’t realize, is that a low-cost or no-cost spay and neuter facility or program would, in the long run, save millions—not only dollars, but lives.

But ask yourself, why would a veterinary facility choose to spay/neuter an animal for $45 when they could make $100 per animal to euthanize?

That’s where you come in. Ah, I see you shaking your head no—so I’m going to stop you right there—don’t tell me we can’t. I’ve been there, and I know we can.

It only takes one person to stand up with their flag, and their keyboard to make statement; to write letters; to make phone calls; to create a presence of Facebook and rally support. It only takes one person to create a movement, town by town, city by city, to befriend the good guys and create a once-and-for-all solution to this problem we call, Death by the Pound.

Recently, I had an exchange of emails with a volunteer from one of these towns, who blasted my video about a dog that I took in who had Parvo.

I was unfair, she said. I should not blame the pound that the dog was sick, she said. In just a few exchanges of words, I explained to her that we could solicit change in that community, and create a long-term plan that would alleviate the problem, and she agreed. I urged her to create a Facebook page, reach out to lawmakers, contact other local area veterinarians, and businesses to rally support for a low-cost or no-cost spay/neuter program. It feel on deaf ears. Maybe some advocates would rather be the savior that plucks dogs off of death row, one by one, instead of solving the problem.

One of the major excuses I hear about this debate is the mentality of rural communities prevent change. I challenge that mentality, because when it comes to taxes, everyone listens, just look at New Mexico as a model for change.

Read Defining what is an adoptable dog, click here

Read Death by the Pound, San Antonio by clicking here

Note: Think about it! While spaying a female costs a little bit more than neutering a male, a female dog can have only an average of two litters per year. A female cat, however, can get pregnant while nursing. If you neuter a male, however, you could potentially prevent hundreds of litters from being born each and every year of that dog’s life. You do the math!

Palm Beach County News:
Dianne Sauve, Director at Animal Control, discusses the mandatory spay and neuter proposal.

Major points:
Most Pit Bull owners resist sterilization
Euthanasia is not a form of birth control
New Ordinance

Read it yourself by clicking here.

The No-Kill Controversy, Both Sides:

A message from a Shelter Administrator, and her opinions:

I have read Redemption, it is a truly great book if you have never worked in an animal shelter, and how it does get the animal lovers rallied, but I have been through mass euthanasia when a no-kill plan was poorly implemented.  Here is a flip side article about Mr. Winograd.  We should all try to gather all sorts of facts before making a decision, and make safe choices.  Don’t get me wrong, there are good programs in his book.  Please take a moment and review this website before making any conclusions:

Other Topics:
An Introduction to The Dog Liberator
The No Kill Mentality – Why Spay/Neuter?
Stop the Puppy Mills
Death Row Dogs – Gassing Shelters, and Euthanasia
Breed-Specific Legislation
Black Dog Syndrome – What is it?
Before You Surrender Your Own Dog & Craig’s List
Shelters, Pounds, and Rescues (the difference)
How you can Help by Volunteering
I Rescued a Human Today
Adopting a Heartworm Positive Dog
Treating a Heartworm Positive Dog
No Good Deed Goes Unpunished
More About the Green Mile

National list of No-Kill Shelters


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