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SAND AND STONE

 A CAT AND A MONKEY WHO WERE BEST OF FRIENDS

     WERE WALKING THROUGH THE DESERT.
     DURING SOME POINT OF THE
 JOURNEY, THEY HAD AN
 ARGUMENT; AND THE MONKEY

     SLAPPED THE CAT IN THE FACE.

     THE CAT WHO GOT SLAPPED
 WAS HURT, BUT WITHOUT
 SAYING ANYTHING,
 WROTE IN THE SAND:

 TODAY MY BEST FRIEND
 SLAPPED ME IN THE FACE.

     THEY KEPT ON WALKING,
 UNTIL THEY FOUND AN OASIS,
 WHERE THEY DECIDED
 TO TAKE A BATH

 THE CAT WHO HAD BEEN
 SLAPPED GOT STUCK IN THE
 MIRE AND STARTED DROWNING,
 BUT THE MONKEY SAVED HIM.

     AFTER HE RECOVERED FROM
 THE NEAR DROWNING,
 THE CAT WROTE ON A STONE:

     "TODAY MY BEST FRIEND
 SAVED MY LIFE. "

     THE MONKEY WHO HAD SLAPPED
 AND SAVED HIS BEST FRIEND
 ASKED HIM, "AFTER I HURT YOU,
 YOU WROTE IN THE SAND AND NOW,
 YOU WRITE ON A STONE, WHY?"

     THE CAT REPLIED
     "WHEN SOMEONE HURTS US
 WE SHOULD WRITE IT DOWN
 IN SAND, WHERE WINDS OF
 FORGIVENESS CAN ERASE IT AWAY.
     BUT, WHEN SOMEONE DOES
 SOMETHING GOOD FOR US,
 WE MUST ENGRAVE IT IN STONE
 WHERE NO WIND
 CAN EVER ERASE IT."

 

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IN MEMORY OF KESSIAH
  

In April of 2004 I was living in a 150-year-old farmhouse in New Braunfels Texas.   I loved it there as did my little Yorkie; Kessiah.  She had 72 acres to roam on and we were living a peaceful existence.  One day as I was getting ready to go to work I realized that I didn’t have any water.  I went to the back of the house where I heard water pouring and realized that one of the water pipes had broken.  I crawled under the house with my flashlight and was trying to put the pipes together.  The water was pouring out so fast and hard that I couldn’t hear a thing.  Suddenly out of the corner of my eye, I noticed a movement.  I shined the flashlight in the corner of the house and to my horror was the biggest snake I had ever seen.  He was coiled and ready to strike but I think the light blinded him and I was able to get out.  I was amazed that he was right by my face.  I know that God had shown me his movement, as I was not able to neither see nor hear him.  I had told people that I thought it was a rattlesnake but my brother-in-law thought it was probably a rat snake.  Several days later I was getting ready for a yard sale.  Kessiah was lying by the door with her nose pressed underneath sniffing widely.  I opened the door with my hands full and stepped out on to the patio and once again to my horror and disbelief the snake was right at my feet.  He was crazy with excitement, coiling back to strike when suddenly I was standing next to my truck and Kessiah was fighting fiercely with the snake.  The snake’s rattlers were so loud that I could hardly hear anything else.  Before I knew it my baby had come running to me and I knew that she was hurt badly and blood was pouring from below her eye.  The snake was gone but I could still hear him rattling.  He was three to four feet long and the size of my arm.  Kessiah was only 5 pounds so I knew this was bad.  I rushed her to the vet where my daughter had worked.   The Dr. began to take care of her right away but she had been bitten several times.  Kessiah stayed at the vets that night and she made it for almost 24 hrs.  My heart was crushed but I knew that she had saved my life.  I always knew that God had put her in my life for a special reason.  She was always my companion in my loneliest and darkest times…but now she was the ultimate sacrifice for my life.  The ironic thing is that Kessiah means-little warrior or princess warrior and that she is.  I will miss her always.-Mem

                                                

                                                                                                                                                                               

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November 1, 2007

Article written by Wayne Pacelle 

An HSUS undercover investigation revealed deplorable conditions in nearly 1,000 puppy mills across Va., making the state a leader in an inhumane industry.



 

 

 

Virginia—a state dotted with historic towns, scenic byways ... and horrible puppy mills.

A five-month, undercover investigation by The HSUS revealed a substantial Virginia puppy mill industry that is largely unregulated and often in violation of state and federal laws.

Hidden Cruelty

From large-scale operations with hundreds of dogs living in seemingly endless rows of cages; to small, crowded kennels in trailers, backyards and even basements across Virginia; hundreds of commercial breeders are mass-producing dogs with little or no oversight and few—if any—safeguards for the health and well-being of the animals.

HSUS investigators visited puppy mills of all sizes, as well as pet stores and Virginia-based websites selling dogs. Their discoveries were staggering.

Big-time dog breeders in Virginia number nearly 1,000. And many of these operations churn out puppies in the most deplorable conditions imaginable.

Denying Basic Needs

Like many states, Virginia has no kennel inspection program to ensure that dog breeders meet basic standards of animal care. HSUS investigators visited mills and pet stores across the state and found that even the most minimal state laws for adequate care and shelter were ignored.

Investigators found breeding dogs and puppies living in cramped, filthy cages, in urine-soaked trailers and in ramshackle kennels without basic sanitation, clean water, veterinary care or even the most primitive protection from the elements.

How You Can Help

  Take the pledge to stop puppy mills.

 Learn more and join The HSUS in our work to help stop the systematic abuse of dogs in puppy mills.

 Learn more about how to avoid buying a puppy mill dog.

 Buying a puppy? Check out our puppy buyers guide.

 Want to adopt? Visit Proud 2 Adopt.

Flouting the Law

Some breeders were also breaking federal laws. To sell puppies to pet stores, facilities with more than three breeding females are required to have a license from the United States Department of Agriculture.

In Virginia, only a handful of dog breeders hold a USDA license; many of the unlicensed sell to pet stores, anyway.

Others bypassed pet stores altogether and sold directly to the public though classified ads and the Internet, where breeders are not required to have a license and can operate without any oversight whatsoever.

A Sick Business

All this out-of-control breeding has other consequences. Consumers find the market flooded with sickly puppies. Many buy a puppy who seems healthy, only to find out weeks or months later that their new pet has serious health problems.

And Virginia's puppy mills significantly contribute to the state's pet overpopulation crisis: last year, shelters in Virginia had to euthanize more than 42,000 dogs for lack of homes.

In Bad Company

Unless Virginia does something fast, it is destined to be known as the next puppy mill state. The HSUS urges legislators to require higher standards for breeding kennels within the state, as Virginia's puppy mill problem only accelerates a nation-wide epidemic.

Puppy mills all over the country are producing dogs much like Virginia—under the radar and out of sight. Legislators in all states can help stem this cruelty by requiring large-scale breeders to be licensed, inspected, and held to high standards.

What You Can Do

Meanwhile, The HSUS urges dog lovers everywhere to become part of the solution.

  • Perform your own inspection of any breeder from whom you are considering buying a pet. Pet stores love to tout that they buy only from "local breeders"—wooing potential spenders into thinking the pups came from a good situation. But "local breeders" can and often are local puppy mills. 
  • Help stamp out the puppy mill trade entirely by choosing to adopt your next pet from a shelter or rescue group instead. There are millions of lovable animals across the country in need of a good home.

I’m sure that everyone has been watching news and stories about the needless, brutal killing of the Dolphins.  I get so angry when I see the killing of baby seals,  dolphins, apes and elephants.  I am angry and sad because we as humans do this in the name of “money”.  We have become such a greedy world that we continue to kill Gods Beloved to make money.  Those who buy the meat of a dolphin as a delicacy or the hands of an ape to enhance sexual experiences or the tusk of an elephant for vanity are just as guilty as those who slaughter them if not more so.   If vanity and need stopped by the rich then maybe the killing would stop! 

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