Every year in Demark, specifically the Faroe Islands there is a mass slaughtering of Calderon Dolphins as right of passage to manhood tradition. The slaughtering is done by stabbing / cutting, which leads to their ultimate death from shear pain and loss of blood. Their death is not pretty, quick, and by far not painless. While they surcome to their slow death, they scream and cry, their whales of pain are much similar to that of a newborn baby. Despite the obvious inhuman reality of this, lets not forget to mention these specific dolphins are facing extinction. Dolphins are smart, intelligent, and sensitive creatures who not only trust humans but enjoying interacting and playing with us, not to mention many old sailor tales are of Dolphins even saving them. As a part of manhood tradition, this means that it is teenagers who are doing the heartless slaughtering. Lets STOP the needless suffering, while SAVING a species near extinction.
Monday, November 30, 2009
STOP the suffering / SAVE the Dolphins
Every year in Demark, specifically the Faroe Islands there is a mass slaughtering of Calderon Dolphins as right of passage to manhood tradition. The slaughtering is done by stabbing / cutting, which leads to their ultimate death from shear pain and loss of blood. Their death is not pretty, quick, and by far not painless. While they surcome to their slow death, they scream and cry, their whales of pain are much similar to that of a newborn baby. Despite the obvious inhuman reality of this, lets not forget to mention these specific dolphins are facing extinction. Dolphins are smart, intelligent, and sensitive creatures who not only trust humans but enjoying interacting and playing with us, not to mention many old sailor tales are of Dolphins even saving them. As a part of manhood tradition, this means that it is teenagers who are doing the heartless slaughtering. Lets STOP the needless suffering, while SAVING a species near extinction.
Friday, November 27, 2009
Placements needed: will be Euth Dec. 3rd
Thursday, November 26, 2009
Toronto Humane Society officials arrested for cruelty to animals
Toronto — Globe and Mail UpdatePublished on Thursday, Nov. 26, 2009 3:19PM ESTLast updated on Thursday, Nov. 26, 2009 6:53PM EST
Police have arrested the Toronto Humane Society's president, chief veterinarian and three other senior staff members and charged them with animal cruelty, six months after a Globe and Mail investigation revealed widespread troubles at the shelter.
At the same time, the Ontario Society for the Prevention of Cruelty to Animals executed a search warrant at the shelter's River Street facility late Thursday afternoon.
Humane Society president Tim Trow is facing Criminal Code charges of animal cruelty, conspiracy to commit cruelty to animals and obstruction of a peace officer. If convicted, Mr. Trow faces a maximum penalty of $2,000 and six months in jail for the animal cruelty charges, and two years in jail for the obstruction charges.
Head veterinarian Steve Sheridan, shelter manager Gary McCracken, manager Romeo Bernadino and shelter supervisor Andy Bechtel have also been arrested and face animal cruelty charges under the criminal code.
All of the above, as well as the Society's board of directors, are also being charged with five counts of animal cruelty, a provincial offence under the Ontario SPCA Act (as opposed to criminal charges).
Tuesday, November 24, 2009
Adoptive/Foster homes needed:
2 Male Dumbo Rats: Brothers from same litter; Dumbo & Bambi. About 5 months old. Have been sneezing, owner unable to give them medication for it because she is too allergic. Therefore she is also unable to keep them because of her allergies, and with the windows now closed it has become unbearable. Need to be fostered / adopted together as they are bonded.
*Cannot be fostered with other rats, rabbits, or small animasl in the house (Not including cats/dogs).
Mother cat: This sweetheart was abandoned, and left to fend for herself on the streets. She obviously had a home at some point in her life because she is clearly trying to make up for all the months of being attention starved. Of course; she had a litter and like always.. all the kittens got placed and now she is left behind. Unlike her kittens that were place, she has not had the chance as a kitten to find a good home, and now as an adult no one is interested in her. She is about 1 years old.
Two kittens born outside: We have been emailed last week to taken in two outdoor kittens that were born under someone balcony. Winter is coming and outdoors is no place to be for a little defenseless kitten (burr!). Sex unknown, color sliver with white belly's, ages 8 weeks.
Three kittens rescued from outside: 7 Kittens rescued in September, all placed but three, now 3-4 months old.
Dog: No information given other than its name being Matis. More information to come soon (hopefully).
Feral cats rescued, now multiplying: One year a mother cat roamed into the woman's garage, she fed her, she had a litter of three kittens, 2 were able to be place. Went to bring her to be spayed, mother was pregnant again, had her second litter; 3 more kittens. Now has 4 cats and three kittens in her garage ( 2 cats = 2 years old, 1 cat = 1.5 year old 1 cat = 1 year old). They are all black.
Monday, November 23, 2009
Post Adoption Update: Honey (now Molly)
Nemo (now Ron) - All grown up!
Sponsor an Animal: Noah the puppy - Update
Wish List Donations!
Winner of Bark Busters chooses Eleven Eleven to donate winnings
We would like to say a huge thank you to Roe and her naughty pup Sebastien! Roe Gabriel’s lab cross Sebastien was Quebec’s winner of Bark Busters country wide search for Canadas naughtiest dog (www.canadasnaughtiestdog.ca). The winnings included Bark Busters donating 500$to the rescue group of her choice. After meeting us amoungst other rescues at CAACQ ‘Pawfect Match’ adoption event in September, Roe loved the rescue and our passionate work. Roe then chose Eleven Eleven Animal Rescue as her chosen non-profit to donate towards when she won the competition months later.
Thank you to Sebastien for winning the competition, Roe Gabriel from choosing us and Bark Busters for giving back to the community and their homeless animals.
Sunday, November 22, 2009
11-11 on CBC: Gracies Gift
Saturday, November 21, 2009
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Friday, November 20, 2009
A Letter from a Shelter Manager
Meet Noah the puppy: Our new "Sponsor an Animal" face.
Nov 20th 2009 - Treatments started: Noah has started his intensive treatments to fight the disease. He is on I.V fluids and a cocktail of drugs to suppress his gastro intestinal conditions. As of right now his current condition is very bad; he is having bloody diarrhea, vomiting blood, low white blood cell counts, lethargic, and no appetite. Basically right now he is barley alive. We are hoping he responds quickly to treatments. He may need plasma transfusions if his blood protein and white blood cells levels drop anymore.
Wednesday, November 18, 2009
Is This Dog Good With Kids?
Is This Dog Good With Kids?
Very few dogs dislike kids. What dogs dislike is being sat on, hit, poked, carried around like a stuffed toy, having their ears and tails pulled, or being otherwise abused. Would you like these things? Probably not. Be aware: Abuse is still abuse, whether the perpetrator means it that way or not. A puppy who is tossed into the air and injured has been abused, whether the tosser is an adult or an unsupervised two year-old. So rather than ask a rescuer, "Is this dog good with kids?", ask yourself the following:
- Have I taught my child that animals are sentient beings with feelings?
- Have I taught my child to treat animals with respect?
- Is my child old enough to understand that he is capable of hurting an animal? And that an animal who is being hurt is not at fault for defending itself?
- Have I arranged to give my pet a safe place in our home where my child may not approach him?
- Is my child old enough to recognize a pet as a responsibility, not a toy?
- Am I committed to constantly supervising all interaction between my very young child and our pet?
If you answered "Yes" to every question, you're ready to introduce a pet to your family. If the answer to even one question is "No", you need to consider waiting until your child is a more appropriate age.
"A Heartless Job" - Please Read
"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 bellys. 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 doesn't 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."
Source: Helpsaveone.
Please Also See Video. Caution, Video is VERY GRAPHIC.
**The murders are the people who let their pets breed, NOT the people who gass or euthanize them**