For those of you who know me, you're well aware that I'm very anti-puppy mill. I can never put into words the horrors that occur in these places. I can't even get past the home page when I look at this website. The SPCA sent me an email looking for volunteers to foster puppy mill dogs. Our house is too full to take in anymore (we're in the process of adopting our 2nd puppy mill rescue), but I wanted to post this for your consideration:
" I have been a volunteer with the SPCA for 9 years and my passion is the plight of puppy mill dogs. On August 30th in Millersburg , Ohio , the Buckeye Dog Auction is being held. This is run by the Amish people and occurs about every 6 weeks. Most of these dogs will be bought by other puppy millers and the dogs go from one mill or another. The Amish are in the business of running puppy mills and make their livelihood from breeding these dogs at every heat cycle until the dogs are used up; at which time they are taken out back and either shot or drowned. These dogs live their entire life in filthy wire cages and are shown no kindness or concern. Most have medical conditions that are never addressed. They are scarred emotionally.
For this reason, I am driving down to the auction to act as a “breeder” and I will purchase up to four of these dogs. They sell these dogs for between $100-350, depending on their sex, age, and heat cycle. Some dogs go for as cheap as $25.00. The dogs in heat go for the most. The SPCA has agreed to accept these dogs and care for them medically.
We are looking for a group of special people who would be willing to join this team to help in transforming these dogs from stock animals into beloved pets. We are in need of people to foster them in their homes, and to nurture and show them that goodness and kindness exists. They will take time to adjust. They will not know what housetraining is, or how to climb stairs, or the normal household sounds of dishwashers, etc., or the feel of grass under their feet or even affection.
Watching a dog start to “become” a dog is the most wonderful experience I have ever had and I have adopted three puppy mill dogs. More information is attached concerning what to expect when rehabilitating a puppy mill dog. If after reading this over you feel you are up to the challenge of taking in one of these dogs please email (contact info removed for privacy). "
If you're interested in fostering puppy mill rescues, let me know and I'll get you in touch with my contact at the SPCA.
Tuesday, August 26, 2008
Thursday, August 7, 2008
WTF
Probably the most overused 3 letters in the English Language these days, but they're totally appropriate in my situation.
I've lost 1.2lbs in the last 14 days.
WTF!!!???
I've been walking, lifting weights, drinking water, taking my vitamins/supplements, eating lean meats, proteins, veggies, and other "slow burning" carbs. All these changes and I have 1.2lbs to show for it.
At this rate, by August, 2009, I'll be a svelte 190lbs. And just in time for summer!
Why, why, WHY am I fat no matter what choices I make? I could have been stuffing my face for the last 2 weeks and I would still weigh roughly the same as I do right now.
I hate everything.
I've lost 1.2lbs in the last 14 days.
WTF!!!???
I've been walking, lifting weights, drinking water, taking my vitamins/supplements, eating lean meats, proteins, veggies, and other "slow burning" carbs. All these changes and I have 1.2lbs to show for it.
At this rate, by August, 2009, I'll be a svelte 190lbs. And just in time for summer!
Why, why, WHY am I fat no matter what choices I make? I could have been stuffing my face for the last 2 weeks and I would still weigh roughly the same as I do right now.
I hate everything.
Monday, July 28, 2008
Friday, July 25, 2008
I just want to eat it all away...
I'm upset.
My sister called me today and asked me to loan her $1,000. She had fallen behind on bills and needed the money as a bridge until she could get caught up. There was only one condition: I couldn't tell her husband about the loan.
Ok. I don't loan people money. I don't ever want money to come between me and someone I love. If we were going to help it was going to be a gift.
After much discussion with my husband, we decided to give her the money on one condition: she tells her husband about the gift.
She declined our offer of assistance.
This entire situation saddens me for so many reasons.
1 - My sister is hurting. I want her to stop hurting, but if I have to be dishonest to do so, I'm not interested. However, it's still really upsetting that she's hurting.
2 - My sister can't be honest with her husband. I would NEVER hide something like this from my husband. If I'm in a pinch (due to circumstance or my own actions), I KNOW I can call on him for help without the fear of his judgement. I'm human and I make mistakes and that's ok with him. He's also human and makes mistakes and that's ok with me. It's upsetting that my sister feels she has to shoulder the knowledge of this financial burden alone.
3 - My sister is too proud to let her husband think "she can't handle the finances". I hate that her pride is causing her so much pain.
4 - This is so easily remedied, but she won't take the actions necessary to fix it. If she went to her husband and told him what was going on, they could shoulder this burden as a team. Sure, he might be upset that she waited until ends were nowhere near meeting to tell him, but he'll get over it and then they can move forward together. She's so terrified of his disapproval that she'd rather suffer alone and in silence.
This is so upsetting. I just want to eat all of this sadness away.
My sister called me today and asked me to loan her $1,000. She had fallen behind on bills and needed the money as a bridge until she could get caught up. There was only one condition: I couldn't tell her husband about the loan.
Ok. I don't loan people money. I don't ever want money to come between me and someone I love. If we were going to help it was going to be a gift.
After much discussion with my husband, we decided to give her the money on one condition: she tells her husband about the gift.
She declined our offer of assistance.
This entire situation saddens me for so many reasons.
1 - My sister is hurting. I want her to stop hurting, but if I have to be dishonest to do so, I'm not interested. However, it's still really upsetting that she's hurting.
2 - My sister can't be honest with her husband. I would NEVER hide something like this from my husband. If I'm in a pinch (due to circumstance or my own actions), I KNOW I can call on him for help without the fear of his judgement. I'm human and I make mistakes and that's ok with him. He's also human and makes mistakes and that's ok with me. It's upsetting that my sister feels she has to shoulder the knowledge of this financial burden alone.
3 - My sister is too proud to let her husband think "she can't handle the finances". I hate that her pride is causing her so much pain.
4 - This is so easily remedied, but she won't take the actions necessary to fix it. If she went to her husband and told him what was going on, they could shoulder this burden as a team. Sure, he might be upset that she waited until ends were nowhere near meeting to tell him, but he'll get over it and then they can move forward together. She's so terrified of his disapproval that she'd rather suffer alone and in silence.
This is so upsetting. I just want to eat all of this sadness away.
Tuesday, July 15, 2008
A Traditional Asian Family
So my husband and I have started walking together. He's always taken daily walks but I've recently started to join him.
It's really romantic: we put our respective iPods on, ear buds in, and walk out the front door. We do not talk. We do not even walk together since his stride is naturally longer than mine.
We look like one of those uber-traditional Asian couples where the wife follows behind the husband at a considerable distance when they're out in public.
These walks are totally kicking my ass. I challenge any of you to keep up with my husband for 30 minutes and not get winded. If you don't get winded, put on a fat suit and THEN try to keep up with him.
As, um, exhilarating as our walks are, I actually enjoy them. The first few songs on my iPod are the toughest because I'm still warming up. Once I'm in the groove, I just try to keep up without breaking into a run.
We must look so silly.
It's really romantic: we put our respective iPods on, ear buds in, and walk out the front door. We do not talk. We do not even walk together since his stride is naturally longer than mine.
We look like one of those uber-traditional Asian couples where the wife follows behind the husband at a considerable distance when they're out in public.
These walks are totally kicking my ass. I challenge any of you to keep up with my husband for 30 minutes and not get winded. If you don't get winded, put on a fat suit and THEN try to keep up with him.
As, um, exhilarating as our walks are, I actually enjoy them. The first few songs on my iPod are the toughest because I'm still warming up. Once I'm in the groove, I just try to keep up without breaking into a run.
We must look so silly.
Monday, July 14, 2008
Dying young: totally stinker
I have a seriously unsettling family history of untimely deaths. Well, I guess no death is untimely because you're always going to die right on schedule.
I guess what I have is a family history of dying very young. My father lived the longest...to the ripe old age of 60. Seriously. He died 2 months after turning 60. My grandfather died in his 50's, grandmother died in her 50's, aunt died in her 50's...this is starting to freak me out.
I'm 30. It's totally possible that I've lived the bulk of my life already. I know we can all go at anytime, but accidents aside, I'd like to have a long life with my husband. I wish I wasn't following the same path of poor health that contributed to the early demise of so may of my deceased relatives.
I guess what I have is a family history of dying very young. My father lived the longest...to the ripe old age of 60. Seriously. He died 2 months after turning 60. My grandfather died in his 50's, grandmother died in her 50's, aunt died in her 50's...this is starting to freak me out.
I'm 30. It's totally possible that I've lived the bulk of my life already. I know we can all go at anytime, but accidents aside, I'd like to have a long life with my husband. I wish I wasn't following the same path of poor health that contributed to the early demise of so may of my deceased relatives.
Thursday, July 3, 2008
Sterilization is stressful
I had my essure consultation today. I was pleasantly surprised that the Dr. didn't try to talk me out of it. He did stress that it was a permanent form of birth control several times. The more he said it, the more excited I became as the thought of permanent birth control is THRILLING to me.
I'm very upset to learn that there's a 10% chance that, once I'm sedated, the Dr. will be unable to locate my tubes. If he can't locate my tubes, he can't insert the essure implant into them. So there is a chance that I will go to the hospital, be knocked out (by meds and all my co-pays), only to walk out of the hospital a fertile Myrtle.
That makes me sad. I guess it's a chance we'll have to take. Whatever the expense, it's still less expensive than having a kid.
I dreamt last night that I was pregnant. I was SO UPSET. I thought my life was over. I was mourning all the things we'd never be able to do now that I was pregnant. In the dream, I ran into a friend of mine who was unable to successfully carry her 2nd pregnancy to term. She was really upset that I was pregnant and miserable while she was so desperate to be pregnant. I OFFERED HER MY BABY!
Funny that I don't even want kids on a subconscious level.
I really hope the essure procedure is successful.
I'm very upset to learn that there's a 10% chance that, once I'm sedated, the Dr. will be unable to locate my tubes. If he can't locate my tubes, he can't insert the essure implant into them. So there is a chance that I will go to the hospital, be knocked out (by meds and all my co-pays), only to walk out of the hospital a fertile Myrtle.
That makes me sad. I guess it's a chance we'll have to take. Whatever the expense, it's still less expensive than having a kid.
I dreamt last night that I was pregnant. I was SO UPSET. I thought my life was over. I was mourning all the things we'd never be able to do now that I was pregnant. In the dream, I ran into a friend of mine who was unable to successfully carry her 2nd pregnancy to term. She was really upset that I was pregnant and miserable while she was so desperate to be pregnant. I OFFERED HER MY BABY!
Funny that I don't even want kids on a subconscious level.
I really hope the essure procedure is successful.
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