Friday, I was walking down the hallway when a professor friend waved me down–
PF– Hey! Are you still involved with that pitbull rescue?
Me– LOL! That wasnt a ‘rescue’… I just sorta find pitbulls and find them homes… LOL!
PF– I know a family that wants to adopt.
Me– O.o (I figured she found one that needed a home)
PF– Well… they found this girl pit on the street… shes a sweetheart… and she had this bulge in her belly, like people get when theyre starved? They thought it was just that she was starved nearly to death. But they kept feeding her and it didnt go away… She finally trusted them enough to let them take her to the vet… Yeah, apparently at some point she had puppies. Someone cut them out of her, and stitched her back together with fishing line. Her insides were so butchered and infected/rotted, they had to put her down. They are distraught, and their daughter (10 year old) is traumatized. They want to adopt, and they want to adopt another pit.
You all know as well as I do that dog didnt get any anesthesia for her homemade ‘surgery’. She was butchered alive. That little girl knows damn well too, knowing her friend lived through torture, and now she had to kill her… jesus christ…
And thats what happens, once you love a pit. Once someone witnesses first-hand how they are abused, and how these dogs can wag their tails and give you a kissie in the face of torture… its hard to own another breed.
Thats why I am delighted that Sports Illustrated journalist, Jim Gorant, teamed up with PBS to do a special on the dogs rescued from Michael Vick.
Readers of ERV might remember Gorant— he was the first main-stream journalist to pick up on and drive home that People for the Ethical Treatment of Animals and Humane Society of the United States are two-faced bitch-ass mother fuckers (in nicer terms– he just pointed out and emphasized the fact these two ‘animal welfare’ groups wanted these dogs, and all pits, dead) (also, just a reminder: HSUS flunkies, dont even mother fucking try to comment on this blog, you sick fucks).
The people who saved those damn dogs– they are amazing. I love how the interviewer pointedly stated “You all were under a gag order. You were taking care of all of these dogs, individually, and you couldnt say “HEY! We are taking care of Michael Vicks pits! Send money!” because that is precisely what HSUS did. You know, the group that wanted the dogs killed. If Wayne Pacelles god exists, or if he is just damn lucky, he and I will never encounter one another in a dark alley…
Anyway, that brings me to my last point. When I shared this link on facebook, a friend asked “What do you think that Michael Vick is now a big-time star again?”
Well, I think a phony little shit (“Aww, isa be sorruh offiser!”) like him and a phony shit organization like HSUS really belong together. I think good came from awareness of this case, and the fact that the dogs were treated as victims, not ‘weapons’– thats worth more than Vicks head on a platter… thus I think it was a good thing that it was the Feds who found him, not me.
There is a disconnect pitbull rescuers have to have– You see it in the owners in the last bit of that clip. You cannot think about what happened to your dog, your sweet pea, before you saved it. Every time you see the scars on their face and legs and chest, the ear thats not quite all there, the limp, the missing tooth, you have to shove those thoughts to a tiny corner of your mind, and hope that you never meet the previous owner, because you never want to meet a human that cruel.
Because if you let yourself think about it, for a second, you start to wish you could meet the previous owner, just to see how cruel you could be.