This fabulous dog survived the gas chamber. I can’t believe we are still doing something so vile and cruel to animals. There has to be a better option.
Picture from Good Morning America
Some dogs and cats not only don’t get killed by the gas but end up being burned alive in the pile of animals that have been gassed. What did you think happened to them afterwards? Ever given it a thought. There has to be a better option.
What kind of person can do this job? I don’t want to know anyone like that. Even if that person starts off with some sort of good intentions and sound reasoning it has to do something horrible to their mental health. We can send a person to the moon but we can’t figure this out.
No animal should have to live through that or die that way. Can you just imagine their horror. They have to know what is about to happen. They have the best sense of smell ever and they are the most intuitive of animals. There has to be a better option.
Please, please donate to your local shelters and even vet’s offices for spaying and neutering to be done. Donate food, time, energy and love to the animals who are in shelters. If you don’t help them who will?
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Tagged animal shelter, beagle, best friend, daniel the dog, death, gas chamber, Happiness, have a heart, help, joy, love, loyalty, mercy, Miracle Dog, protection, shelter, survivor, vet
There is nothing like waking up to your mother in law calling too say that your husband’s obituary is in the paper. After assuring her that her son was not dead I laughed and said maybe people will bring us food!
The entire time that we have lived in our town there has been another man with the same name but a different middle initial. He has caused quite a few problems including a hospital bill being sent to collections. Now that was certainly a surprise phone call to get. We are calling due to the bill for your husband’s surgery being sent to our collections department. That was in the morning also and I am not a morning person. It took me few minutes to sort that one out.
A co-worker of my husbands brought in an arrest photo of him one day. Lots of teasing there. Yep. I’m really surprised the police have never shown up at our house looking for him.
Well unless his family has played the last trick on us by giving the funeral home our address for the bill maybe we have finally heard the last of him.
Maybe all of those movie star’s who give their children wild and crazy names are the smart ones after all.
I feel like the grim reaper. While out in the backyard with my dog, Darla, I saw the new little mockingbird baby sitting on the fence at ground level. I managed to snap a photo of it long before Darla ever saw it. Then I distracted Darla so she wouldn’t notice it and the mother bird would have a chance to draw it away from the fence. When I went back to the same spot it was gone. Knowing she had two babies I searched all over the area to make sure it hadn’t come on over into our yard. As I was doing that I heard a little squeak at the far end of the yard in the corner where Darla had gone. I was heartbroken knowing that Darla had discovered either the little one that I had just petted or possibly the other baby that I hadn’t seen before. Either way she was curious and either grabbed it with her mouth (she is a hound) or pawed at it and broke its little neck. I gently picked it up hoping it wasn’t too late but it was. The poor little one took its last breath in my hand as its mother watched from above. Why did she have to make her nest in the tree that was so close to my yard?! She knew about the dog. Maybe I should have titled this, Life is about Choices.
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Tagged baby, baby bird, Bird, choices, death, dog, fragile, Life, Mockingbird, momma bird, Nature, sorrow, whisper