Another Tradgedy,

[cookiemonsterandmerlin 145]

Why the fook parents get adult dogs of unknown history and breeds that are born of image status eg fighting type dogs is beyond me .

 

Your never go far wrong as a parent get a Lab puppy as family dog but that not do its not look good tied up outside the shops with the double buggy

 

Cookie

[Outlaw Pete 2,224]

How Could You?"

Copyright Jim Willis 2001





When I was a puppy, I entertained you with my antics and made you laugh.

You called me your child, and despite a number of chewed shoes and a

couple of murdered throw pillows, I became your best friend. Whenever I

was "bad," you'd shake your finger at me and ask "How could you?" but

then you'd relent, and roll me over for a bellyrub.



My housebreaking took a

little longer than expected, because you were terribly busy, but we

worked on that together. I remember those nights of nuzzling you in bed and

listening to your confidences and secret dreams, and I believed that life

could not be any more perfect. We went for long walks and runs in the

park, car rides, stops for ice cream (I only got the cone because "ice

cream is bad for dogs," you said), and I took long naps in the sun waiting

for you to come home at the end of the day.



Gradually, you began spending more time at work and on your career, and more time searching for a human mate. I waited for you patiently, comforted you through heartbreaks and

disappointments, never chided you about bad decisions, and romped with

glee at your homecomings, and when you fell in love. She, now your wife,

is not a "dog person" - still I welcomed her into our home, tried to show

her affection, and obeyed her. I was happy because you were happy.



Then the human babies came along and I shared your excitement. I was fascinated

by their pinkness, how they smelled, and I wanted to mother them, too.

Only she and you worried that I might hurt them, and I spent most of my

time banished to another room, or to a dog crate. Oh, how I wanted to love

them, but I became a "prisoner of love." As they began to grow, I became

their friend. They clung to my fur and pulled themselves up on wobbly

legs, poked fingers in my eyes, investigated my ears, and gave me kisses

on my nose. I loved everything about them and their touch -- because your

touch was now so infrequent --and I would have defended them with my life

if need be. I would sneak into their beds and listen to their worries and

secret dreams, and together we waited for the sound of your car in the

driveway.



There had been a time, when others asked you if you had a dog,

that you produced a photo of me from your wallet and told them stories

about me. These past few years, you just answered "yes" and changed the

subject. I had gone from being "your dog" to "just a dog," and you

resented every expenditure on my behalf. Now, you have a new career

opportunity in another city, and you and they will be moving to an

apartment that does not allow pets. You've made the right decision for

your "family," but there was a time when I was your only family.



I was excited about the car ride until we arrived at the animal shelter. It

smelled of dogs and cats, of fear, of hopelessness. You filled out the

paperwork and said "I know you will find a good home for her." They

shrugged and gave you a pained look. They understand the realities

facing a middle-aged dog, even one with "papers." You had to pry your son's

fingers loose from my collar as he screamed "No, Daddy! Please don't let

them take my dog!" And I worried for him, and what lessons you had just

taught him about friendship and loyalty, about love and responsibility,

and about respect for all life.



You gave me a good-bye pat on the head,

avoided my eyes, and politely refused to take my collar and leash with

you. You had a deadline to meet and now I have one, too.



After you left, the two nice ladies said you probably knew about your upcoming

move months ago and made no attempt to find me another good home.

They shook their heads and asked "How could you?"





They are as attentive to us here in the

shelter as their busy schedules allow. They feed us, of course, but I lost

my appetite days ago. At first, whenever anyone passed my pen, I rushed to

the front, hoping it was you, that you had changed your mind -- that this

was all a bad dream...or I hoped it would at least be someone who cared,

anyone who might save me. When I realized I could not compete with the

frolicking for attention of happy puppies, oblivious to their own fate,

I retreated to a far corner and waited.



I heard her footsteps as she came

for me at the end of the day, and I padded along the aisle after her to

a separate room. A blissfully quiet room. She placed me on the table and

rubbed my ears, and told me not to worry. My heart pounded in anticipation

of what was to come, but there was also a sense of relief. The prisoner of

love had run out of days. As is my nature, I was more concerned about her.

The burden which she bears weighs heavily on her, and I know that, the

same way I knew your every mood. She gently placed a tourniquet around

my foreleg as a tear ran down her cheek. I licked her hand in the same way

I used to comfort you so many years ago. She expertly slid the hypodermic

needle into my vein. As I felt the sting and the cool liquid coursing

through my body, I lay down sleepily, looked into her kind eyes and

murmured "How could you?"



Perhaps because she understood my dogspeak,

she said "I'm so sorry." She hugged me, and hurriedly explained it was her

job to make sure I went to a better place, where I wouldn't be ignored or

abused or abandoned, or have to fend for myself -- a place of love and

light so very different from this earthly place. And with my last bit of

energy, I tried to convey to her with a thump of my tail that my "How

could you?" was not directed at her.



It was you, My Beloved Master,

I was thinking of. I will think of you and wait for you forever.



May everyone in your life continue to show you so much loyalty.

The End

[gonetoearth 5,144]

It might not be in line with the thinking of much of todays dogooding soft society but i really cant see why dog rehoming centres even exist !.......is there a shortage of dogs or something ?.....If a dogs not wanted put it down whats this obssession with finding a siutable home for a big useless thing like that.

Poor little child.

. The truth is gnash 90% of these places are run by the lacs. They are another cash cow. Raising money from charity shops and open days hinding behind this scam they need investigating Edited November 6, 2013 by gonetoearth

[dare 1,103]

 

It might not be in line with the thinking of much of todays dogooding soft society but i really cant see why dog rehoming centres even exist !.......is there a shortage of dogs or something ?.....If a dogs not wanted put it down whats this obssession with finding a siutable home for a big useless thing like that.

Poor little child.

. The truth is gnash 90% of these places are run by the lacs. They are another cash cow. Raising money from charity shops and open days hinding behind this scam they need investigating

Hopefully the RSPCA won't just cash in on this poor girls death like they have done with similar tradgedys in the past.

[bird 9,872]

another little child pays with its life, for feckin animal. Dogs should be outside in kennel+run, there not humans. Iwas brought up with bull breeds , all our dogs were locked up and only let out with my old man there never had any probs .But people treat dogs like people, bring then there houses and it will happen again.

[TOPPER 1,809]

How Could You?"

 

Copyright Jim Willis 2001

 

 

 

 

 

When I was a puppy, I entertained you with my antics and made you laugh.

 

You called me your child, and despite a number of chewed shoes and a

 

couple of murdered throw pillows, I became your best friend. Whenever I

 

was "bad," you'd shake your finger at me and ask "How could you?" but

 

then you'd relent, and roll me over for a bellyrub.

 

 

 

My housebreaking took a

 

little longer than expected, because you were terribly busy, but we

 

worked on that together. I remember those nights of nuzzling you in bed and

 

listening to your confidences and secret dreams, and I believed that life

 

could not be any more perfect. We went for long walks and runs in the

 

park, car rides, stops for ice cream (I only got the cone because "ice

 

cream is bad for dogs," you said), and I took long naps in the sun waiting

 

for you to come home at the end of the day.

 

 

 

Gradually, you began spending more time at work and on your career, and more time searching for a human mate. I waited for you patiently, comforted you through heartbreaks and

 

disappointments, never chided you about bad decisions, and romped with

 

glee at your homecomings, and when you fell in love. She, now your wife,

 

is not a "dog person" - still I welcomed her into our home, tried to show

 

her affection, and obeyed her. I was happy because you were happy.

 

 

 

Then the human babies came along and I shared your excitement. I was fascinated

 

by their pinkness, how they smelled, and I wanted to mother them, too.

 

Only she and you worried that I might hurt them, and I spent most of my

 

time banished to another room, or to a dog crate. Oh, how I wanted to love

 

them, but I became a "prisoner of love." As they began to grow, I became

 

their friend. They clung to my fur and pulled themselves up on wobbly

 

legs, poked fingers in my eyes, investigated my ears, and gave me kisses

 

on my nose. I loved everything about them and their touch -- because your

 

touch was now so infrequent --and I would have defended them with my life

 

if need be. I would sneak into their beds and listen to their worries and

 

secret dreams, and together we waited for the sound of your car in the

 

driveway.

 

 

 

There had been a time, when others asked you if you had a dog,

 

that you produced a photo of me from your wallet and told them stories

 

about me. These past few years, you just answered "yes" and changed the

 

subject. I had gone from being "your dog" to "just a dog," and you

 

resented every expenditure on my behalf. Now, you have a new career

 

opportunity in another city, and you and they will be moving to an

 

apartment that does not allow pets. You've made the right decision for

 

your "family," but there was a time when I was your only family.

 

 

 

I was excited about the car ride until we arrived at the animal shelter. It

 

smelled of dogs and cats, of fear, of hopelessness. You filled out the

 

paperwork and said "I know you will find a good home for her." They

 

shrugged and gave you a pained look. They understand the realities

 

facing a middle-aged dog, even one with "papers." You had to pry your son's

 

fingers loose from my collar as he screamed "No, Daddy! Please don't let

 

them take my dog!" And I worried for him, and what lessons you had just

 

taught him about friendship and loyalty, about love and responsibility,

 

and about respect for all life.

 

 

 

You gave me a good-bye pat on the head,

 

avoided my eyes, and politely refused to take my collar and leash with

 

you. You had a deadline to meet and now I have one, too.

 

 

 

After you left, the two nice ladies said you probably knew about your upcoming

 

move months ago and made no attempt to find me another good home.

 

They shook their heads and asked "How could you?"

 

 

 

 

 

They are as attentive to us here in the

 

shelter as their busy schedules allow. They feed us, of course, but I lost

 

my appetite days ago. At first, whenever anyone passed my pen, I rushed to

 

the front, hoping it was you, that you had changed your mind -- that this

 

was all a bad dream...or I hoped it would at least be someone who cared,

 

anyone who might save me. When I realized I could not compete with the

 

frolicking for attention of happy puppies, oblivious to their own fate,

 

I retreated to a far corner and waited.

 

 

 

I heard her footsteps as she came

 

for me at the end of the day, and I padded along the aisle after her to

 

a separate room. A blissfully quiet room. She placed me on the table and

 

rubbed my ears, and told me not to worry. My heart pounded in anticipation

 

of what was to come, but there was also a sense of relief. The prisoner of

 

love had run out of days. As is my nature, I was more concerned about her.

 

The burden which she bears weighs heavily on her, and I know that, the

 

same way I knew your every mood. She gently placed a tourniquet around

 

my foreleg as a tear ran down her cheek. I licked her hand in the same way

 

I used to comfort you so many years ago. She expertly slid the hypodermic

 

needle into my vein. As I felt the sting and the cool liquid coursing

 

through my body, I lay down sleepily, looked into her kind eyes and

 

murmured "How could you?"

 

 

 

Perhaps because she understood my dogspeak,

 

she said "I'm so sorry." She hugged me, and hurriedly explained it was her

 

job to make sure I went to a better place, where I wouldn't be ignored or

 

abused or abandoned, or have to fend for myself -- a place of love and

 

light so very different from this earthly place. And with my last bit of

 

energy, I tried to convey to her with a thump of my tail that my "How

 

could you?" was not directed at her.

 

 

 

It was you, My Beloved Master,

 

I was thinking of. I will think of you and wait for you forever.

 

 

 

May everyone in your life continue to show you so much loyalty.

 

The End

 

and thats why id rather take a dog on a final walk single shot and its all over i totally agree with gnash rescue centres are a scurge on sociaty it makes it to easy to trade them in for the next in fashion dog un till they get fed up with that and the circle goes on

[B.P.R 2,798]

I wonder how many people....namely kids... are bitten each year....no-each week.....by next doors cranky shitzu x chihuaha.......

 

But these go un reported as theyre nothing more than a ferret bite...

[Huan72 687]

This is an absolute tragedy, this dog should not have been rehomed to this family, end of. I have worked in rehoming centres and most of the dogs in centres are there because of changes to the owners circumstances, not because of behaviour problems, a common one being a relationship split. Not the dogs fault so give them a chance. I have been involved with many dogs that found long term homes, have helped GSD's get in the army when they would have been PTS, a classic one being a dog that the staff were frightened of but I gave him a chance and when the army bloke turned up he said that the dog was exactly what they wanted, confident but not aggressive..................his words not mine. On the other hand I had to PTS my own dog, because many years ago he bit my ex girlfriend on the face so I have no problems at all with aggressive dogs being PTS but the vast majority in centres are your average dog, whose owners let them down, just looking for another chance.

 

A properly run rehoming centre, with highly trained staff is a pleasure to work in and rehomes the right dogs to the right people. Also to PTS all dogs in rescues will not stop dog attacks, the idiots will still get dogs and ruin them, you would just be killing many dogs that have no behaviour problems whatsoever.

 

I will give you an example, a group of beagles that were used in a research environment but were no longer needed.....................would you PTS them......................well I can let you know that they were rehomed, in fact I had one myself and they all, as far as I am aware, adapted to normal live perfectly and mine spent many happy hours in the woods, when she could have gone from living in a metal cage straight to the man upstairs.................this situation is not as simple as some seem to think

[Outlaw Pete 2,224]

Rescue centres are a scurge on sociaty it makes it to easy to trade them in for the next in fashion dog un till they get fed up with that and the circle goes on.

 

 

Bit of a sweeping generalisation there, Topper.

 

I look at the three, lovely Dogs I have snoozing around me now. All 'Rescues', though only one's from a Pound. Smelly 'Black Lab' thing that I spent £300.00, on an eight hour taxi trip to go fetch. One (Gasp!) is even a 'Bulldog' ~ God forbid!

 

All three of them were brought out from beneath the Sword of Damocles. They enjoy their happy, well fed, warm and comfortable lives with me. And they give me more pleasure than I could begin to express. You'd have shot them though ....?

 

For the record; I Don't live in rented accommodation, in the middle of a city. I'm Not a single mother. I could hardly be described as a 'Chav'. I don't do drugs either. Youth? LMFAO! I can barely remember that far back!

 

Come to think of it? I'm not really squaring up too well to the profile. Am I? Oh. And who mentioned a Dog who vehemently hated men, above? Only, the one I just lost was a certified Man Hater. (Hated 75% of women too).

 

I got her from a Rescue ~ who had taken the time to weigh me up. Twelve years I had her. Slept in my arms from the first night. Never so much as brushed enamel against another human being.

 

She was the centre of my universe. As Pest has become now. You, and Gnasher, would have had her shot too though?

 

People get hold of guns. Then they go and harm people with them. Should then the entire production process of guns be halted? Is it That black and white, in your eyes?

 

But, wait; You want to shoot all cast off Dogs? So, you'd want to keep guns available .....

 

Maybe ban, and destroy, every living specimen of a Dog capable of harming a child? That'd sort it ....? JRT killed one, didn't it? So, they'll be coming after the sort of Dog in your avatar. With their guns.

 

More skins than an onion, once you stop and actually Think about it. 'Shut down the rescues and shoot all unwanted Dogs'. Bit rash, isn't it ....?

 

[WILF 46,681]

Unfortunately as long as people continue to put children in close proximity to big dogs it will continue to happen........as far a bull type breeds are concerned, as long as people who don't know their arse from their elbow are allowed to keep them then again, these things will continue to happen

[gnasher16 30,056]

 

 

She was the centre of my universe. As Pest has become now. You, and Gnasher, would have had her shot too though?

 

People get hold of guns. Then they go and harm people with them. Should then the entire production process of guns be halted? Is it That black and white, in your eyes?

 

 

 

But Pete should anyone with a smile on their face and a seemingly ok background with a sudden interest in guns be able to walk in and be given one ?

 

If a potentially dangerous weapon is handed in and no longer wanted or needed does it not make sense to dispose of it ?.....is there such a shortage of guns that every single one of them must be preserved and found a decent owner ?

 

While im sure you are probably a great example of why unwanted dogs shouldnt be put to sleep.........you are 1 man !............as somebody said earlier,will putting unwanted dogs to sleep adversely effect anyones lives ? no i dont see why it would but hey this is Britain we are the world heavyweight champions of compassion regardless of any consequences.

[bracken boy 584]

Got to be honest my dogs i.e. My brindle is more loyal than any fooking know it all human fullstop, we control dogs and if done correctly kids would not get bitten or attacked.

[dewi 188]

Typical example of whats wrong with some rescues,neighbours of mine took on a mongrel bully type from a rescue and within days it bit their young son.So instead of getting the f#in thing pts took it back and unbelievably a couple of weeks later it was on the Paul O'Grady show looking for another feckin home so imo its better to kill them sooner rather than later before tragedies like this happen..

[bracken boy 584]

We all agree if it shows signs of aggression then fine its gone, i bet theres lots on here thats got a dog with aggression and havnt done anythink about it, but hey it can be controlled but it takes effort keeping the dog kept in a differnt way, like ive said your dog your rules.

[WILF 46,681]

Got to be honest my dogs i.e. My brindle is more loyal than any fooking know it all human fullstop, we control dogs and if done correctly kids would not get bitten or attacked.

Not being funny to you at all matey but this is a classic example of why things go wrong......you don't even seem to entertain the notion that it may go boss eyed with your dog.

Unless you can read canine minds or take out that which nature put in then you can never be certain and to think that you are good enough and know your dog enough to be certain is an accident waiting to happen in my very humble opinion.

Edited November 7, 2013 by WILF