| January 25, 2009 continued - Now I see the Mrs. watering dogs, tossing water through the fences so you wonder how much actually lands in the bowl, or jug. She knocks Chloe's bowl on the roof of the box, sets it down; but her bucket is empty. I don't know if she ever gets back to that bowl with water. She gets a bag of food out of the trunk and then appears dragging a cooler on wheels. It's full of food. She tosses food into the pens. At Brownie's, she grabs two hands full, and flings it over his fence. It scatters everywhere. At the next pen, there's a can on a post and she uses that to fling food on the ground for the red pup. Chloe's food goes on the ground. Yellow Dog's goes on the roof. Earlier he was unable to get on top of the box, where he practically lives, and was sleeping on the ground in the snow. The Mrs. fools with his chain, and now he's on the box eating. Then she's behind the pens, feeding more dogs. She drags the black and tan dog to wherever he escaped from. Creamy is wondering when she will get some food. Finally the Mrs. goes to the back yard and coaxes Red Dog into the Yorkie pen; throws food on the ground, and sloshes water through the fence. That pen has a gate, but apparently she doesn't want to go in there. Full of poop. She isn't gone five minutes before that dog is back in the front yard! Later, she manages to get him back in. I wonder how long that will last. Star and Bubblegum have done a lot of jumping around while waiting for food. Probably tangled up pretty good. They've taken a long time to hunt all those scattered pieces of food, but at least they're not fighting over it. Creamy is eating off the snow in front of their pen. The Mr. has been sitting in the car all this time, with those two tangled up dogs right in front of him, and doing nothing to help the dogs, or the Mrs. After she feeds the ones in the shed, she gets into the car and waits for the Mr. who has gone into the trailer. Now she can see the tangled duo in front of the car, but she doesn't care either. Finally they drive away, leaving Creamy Hot Box at large. I wonder which of the many males will win the stud lottery. Probably more than one. She can have her pick. No sign of Puppy Mama. As soon as they drive away, the action begins in Star's pen, as she and Bubblegum get frisky, taking turns mounting each other. What the heck is this?!!!! Is Star in heat, too? Is the humane society going to drag its feet until there are hundreds of them? I wonder how many have died over there. I see a lot of close calls, and there are dogs unaccounted for. Well, it's 4:15 PM and my day is about shot, thanks to the ongoing horrors of the mixed breed puppy mill. Getting dark, another ten degree night. Star and Bubblegum unable to get into box. No sign of their owners when I go to bed. No barking until middle of the night when someone is in distress. A few more join in. I cover my head and try not to hear. It's heartbreaking. January 26, 2009 - I don't see Bubblegum, but Star's tether is still short. She definitely slept on the ground last night. While I'm feeding, I hear the Mrs. voice. She's flinging food and water. Yesterday, Brownie was really thirsty, but his bowl was full of ice so there wasn't room for much water. He licked at it for a long time. Yellow Dog can't get on his box again today, so he's standing on tippy toes trying reach his food. How stupid is that woman??? Small b&t running loose. May have come out of the 6X8. Red dog is on a chain in the Yorkie pen, wearing a collar and harness. He's on the dog box trying to get out. B&t - I'll call him Shorty - is trying to eat Chloe's food. Brownie and the yellow dog in the next pen are fighting through the fence. Mrs. stops them. Creamy running loose, as usual. January 27, 2009 - Bubblegum and Brownie in freeze position; maybe a food fight? I run for my camera. Tlhey're distracted by Creamy now, and clearly have their tethers entwined. The Mrs. discovers them as she arrives with water bucket. She has them tied to the fence about six feet apart. How dumb is that? It takes her quite a while to get the cables untangled. Brownie is wearing a choke chain. She moves his tether to the left. Then she takes Bubble around to the other side of the backless box and ties him to the fence. It took her some time to figure this all out, but now Bubble and Chloe are too close together! She continues on with her water bucket; in the meantime, Shorty has climbed out of the 6X8 and is hung up in Star's pen. Or maybe between the two. I can hear him whimpering. I don't think his feet are anywhere near the ground. His head is at the top of the fence, and I can see his front ones braced against a fence. I get a photo. The Mrs. finds him and heaves him over the fence. Doesn't she think that maybe he'll do that again? I've seen him standing on top of the fence several times. Star is on a chain now. Still being forced to sleep on the ground. Mrs. is trying to fish yellow jugs out of the pen with a stick. The males are all in high agitation as Creamy parades around the yard. Not good. I hear a ruckus and see a beautiful black and silver puppy in the yard. The Mrs. is carrying something with one hand and uses the other to pick the puppy up by the skin on his back. His back. I haven't seen this one before. I spend time scanning photos of this mess into my computer for website; hear a commotion, decide not to look. Let the Mrs. take care of it. It goes on. I take a look. The Yellow Dog seems to be draped over the top of a dark dog, his hind feet being lifted off the ground. This looks very bad. I take a photo, toss Twinkle in her crate, and head down the road. The dogs are really fighting. It's Yellow and Shorty. They're all tangled up in Yellow's chain and cable. I can't get them untangled. Mailman stops and helps. The Mrs. does not make an appearance. It's a heartstopping horrible experience. For full story, click on link below. I call the pound. Get answering machine. I call dog warden. Get answering machine. Call the number he gave me. He says not his job. I tell him to send humane officer. After the event is over, I come back and call the pound again. Tammy says humane officer will call me back. Dog warden calls. He's on his way. Humane officer calls. She says not her job. Seems to be irritated with me. Dog warden comes. I ask him later why he came. He says I sounded pretty hysterical. Takes Shorty to the pound. Not fifteen minutes after he leaves, I see the Mrs. in the yard! I can see Yellow Dog's ear red with blood from here. I'm working on computer. Notice I have a sore red swelled up finger. Small sore on it. I don't think I got bitten. My fingers were frozen and numb, so I don't know what happened. I'm pretty sure rabies is not involved, but it makes me nervous. This evening, I make a phone call and get some good info about who to call about this whole mess. I'll finish web site first. January 30, 2009 - I'm worried about Shorty. And about my finger. I call the pound. Get a frosty reception from retired dog warden. Doesn't have time to talk to me. Says the neighbors picked up the dog the same day it came in. She gets huffy with me, so I tell her I'm putting the whole business on the internet and hang up. I feel really bad that those women are ticked off at me. I used to get along with them just fine. I've taken quite a few dogs out of the pound at their request. Not five minutes later, I hear a commotion. Bubblegum is at my fence and Dahlia is having a cow. He's been in the garage. The cat dish is empty. He takes off when I go out with my camera. Saw his tracks yesterday, too. He always visits the dog yard and the garage. February 6, 2009 - Bubblegum here about every day. Today he's dragging two ropes so frazzled they look like binder twine. I think I see a cable in there, too. I catch him in the garage getting a drink. He's wearing two tight nylon collars! Stops and pees on an antique boiler on his way out. I've been hearing disturbing sounds: the usual barking frenzies, when I wonder if there's another fight; plaintive cries in the night; strange loud scraping noises. I'm working fast and furious on my website, and doing a good job of ignoring the racket next door. I have enough info, I think, and only one photo left to get - a dog that has not survived a hanging or strangling experience. That's something I hope does not occur, but if it does, I need that photo. It will be the one photo, the one dog, bless his soul, that may set the others free. |
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