Mj�g oft er rugla� hvolpaframlei�slu og hvolpar�ktun saman. En �a� er alls ekki sami hluturinn. Hvolpaframlei�sla er bara hrein og bein grimmd og �r�lkun, og h�n � s�r sta� � svok�llu�um "Puppy Mills". Lestu �etta lj�� alveg � gegn til a� skilja �etta betur. Ef �etta snertir �ig ekki �� ertu mj�g kaldhj�rtu� og �ge�sleg manneskja! Heim
Sj��u �etta Myndband �ar sem ma�ur f�r
At the Puppy Mill
Mama killed my brother today.
She was eight months old when we were born.
She cleaned each one up and chewed through the cords,
She stayed up nights from the time we arrived.
But all mamas need some place to go
An hour of rest and a little sun -
I wish she could have walked in the yard,
Then last night the big snow came down
She snapped when he bit her - her ear was so sore.
She's nosing him now but he cannot stir.
I was scared to see my brother die,
They had them all loaded when he looked in at us.
Our eyes got big but we didn't cry. Sj��u myndir af hvernig hundarnir b�a
undercover a� rannsaka Nielsen Farms � vegum
PETA (People for the Ethical Treatment of Animals).
Sj� fleiri myndb�nd.
All he wanted to do was play.
He bit her ear he didn't know
it was frostbitten from last night's snow.
In an old wire cage at the puppy farm.
In pain and scared, in the dark and alone,
Mama gave us our lives and made us a home.
And she laid on the wire so we'd stay on the boards.
She moved us around so we'd all get some milk.
I thought Mama's belly felt just like silk.
And nosed us and licked us to keep us alive.
She grew weak and thin but she made no fuss,
And she managed to save all eight of us.
When little puppies start to grow.
Their razor teeth and needle nails
Turn 3 x 4 cages into jails.
If she'd just had some space to run...
Or a place for us to tumble and play
For at least a little part of each day.
So her life would not have been so hard.
But our Mama, who'd been so sweet and kind,
Was slowly starting to lose her mind.
It piled up some places two feet on the ground.
The wind blew it on us, with no place to hide.
But bless our poor mama, she tried and she tried.
Not meaning to hurt him, just tell him "No more!"
He was caught in the ribcage and punctured a lung.
Brother died on her belly, right where he'd begun.
And all we can do is look at her.
She started to cry and has howled all day,
Still nobody's come to take him away.
But more scared to hear my Mama cry.
And just now the big truck's come rolling in
To take some more pups from the pens again.
He just shook his head and went back for a box.
All he left in our cage was brother and Mama.
"They're four weeks old. Go on and load 'em."
"Mama, are we going to die?"
We're rolling now but we don't know to where.
PLEASE GOD, help our Mama - she has to stay there.
