Tuesday, August 21, 2007

i got my dawg!

Such a wonderful story to compare to Atlanta Falcons scumbag Michael Vick. I got my dawg! Rejoice!

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Blogger Red7Eric said...

I could watch the whole thing, or else I'd have risked blubbering like a baby. Still, I'm so happy he got his dawg.

Good things DO happen -- even in Bush's Amerikkka.

August 21, 2007 7:14 PM  
Anonymous lynette said...

eric, i can't quit watching those first few seconds when he unearths his baby. i can't even imagine what i'd do if any of my animals were buried.

makes it all the harder to understand how that stupid fuck could drown and hang those dogs. what a bastard :(

August 21, 2007 8:28 PM  
Anonymous tater said...

That was lovely. Thank you sweetheart. I still think Vick should be made to suffer every torture he inflicted on those helpless creatures. Since that story broke, I have taken the time to do more research on the breed, and have come to the conclusion that my earlier prejudices against pit bulls were wrong, and uninformed. even though they are bred to be more dog aggressive, and caution must be taken in regards to them being socialized with other dogs, they have scored less aggressive than cocker spaniels in behavioral tests. It's the way they are raised. I wonder how Mr. Vick was raised?

August 21, 2007 8:32 PM  
Anonymous Steve said...

Tater, right you are. Pits have a bad rap. They are sweetness if they're raised with structure and affection. They are intensely loyal and protective of their people pack, so socialization with other dogs is quite necessary, as you said. I've worked with several at the humane society and even under stress, they're almost clownlike in their eagerness to please.

And Mr. Vick can go to hell.

August 21, 2007 10:23 PM  
Blogger Ms. Place said...

Dahling, thank you. This restores my faith in mankind. I hate the destruction we've wrought on this earth (my latest post is devastatingly sad), but to hear this man's voice, and to see the quiet faith and acceptance in that dog's eyes, well, I am overwhelmed with joy.

August 22, 2007 12:18 AM  
Blogger more cowbell said...

oh that was just wonderful, Lynette. I can't imagine if that happened to Batman or Mason.

August 22, 2007 2:17 AM  
Anonymous lynette said...

tater, steve, i have changed my mind about them too, in part because of a book i read by the guy who runs this outfit:

http://www.strayrescue.org/

what a man! name is randy, he's gay, partnered, neurotic :-) ~ my kind of man. the book is about how he got started rehabbing dogs that were used for fighting in east st. louis. it's sad but wonderfully uplifting, and his stories of turning these dogs around are amazing.

i'll pass it on ~ shoot me an email with an address for fedex . . .

ms. place, i'm off to read you, get my heart broken. cowbell, that's what i did, pictured my sweet betty or little bill stuck in a drain pipe, buried under the ground. i think i'd die. i'd hope i'd have the resourcefulness to scrounge up someone with a backhoe.

August 22, 2007 8:18 AM  
Blogger evilganome said...

I have to admit, it got to me. I'm glad to hear you've learned a bit more about pits. My pal RG has a pit-lab mix and Ms. Diamond is the sweetest dog in the world. It really is the jerks who raise them to be aggressive that have helped give the breed a bad name.

August 22, 2007 3:33 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

I have a pit bull (Jezebel) and a pit-lab mix (Bully), and I get lots of comments on how sweet-natured and loving they are (though I admit I watch them closely around other dogs until they've all finally gotten aquainted and got the introductions out of the way).

I am not a violent person by nature (though I do find most humans very annoying and tedious), but I could happily watch Vick being flayed alive...I'd even bring the dull knife.

Lynette, I'd love to got to that site and read that book, but I'm way too emotional about such things. I'm sure I'd bawl too much to get through it.

August 25, 2007 7:59 PM  

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