Sunday, February 15, 2009


I don’t remember much of the place where I was born. It was cramped and dark, and we were never played with by the Humans. I remember Mom and her soft fur, but she was often sick, and very thin. She had hardly any milk for me and my brothers and sisters. I remember many of them dying, and I missed them so.

I remember the day I was taken from Mom. I was so sad and scared, my milk teeth had only just come in, and I really should have been with Mom still, but she was so sick, and the Humans kept saying that they wanted their money and were sick of the “mess” that me and my sister made.

So we were crated up and taken to a strange place. Just the two of us. We huddled together and were scared, still no Human hands came to pet or love us. So many sights and sounds and smells! We are in a store where there are many different animals! Some that squawk! Some that meow! Some that peep! My sister and I are jammed into a small cage. I hear other puppies here. I see Humans look at me through the glass. I like the “little humans”, the kids. They look so sweet, and fun, like they would play with me! All day we stay in the small cage, sometimes mean people will hit the glass and frighten us, every once in a while we are taken out to be held or shown to humans. Some are gentle, some hurt us, we always hear “Aw they are so cute! I want one!” but we never get to go with any of them.

My sister died last night, when the store was dark. I lay my head on her soft fur and felt the life leave her small thin body. I had heard them say she was sick, and that I should be sold at a “discount price” so that I would quickly leave the store. I think my soft whine was the only one that mourned for her as her body was taken out of the cage in the morning and dumped.

Today, a family came and bought me! Oh happy day! They are a nice family, they really, really wanted me! They had bought a dish and food and the little girl held me so tenderly in her arms. I love her so much! The mom and dad say what a sweet and good puppy I am! I am named Angel. I love to lick my new Humans! The family takes such good care of me, they are loving and tender and sweet. They gently teach me right and wrong, give me good food, and lots of love! I want only to please these wonderful people! I love the little girl and I enjoy running and playing with her.

Today I went to the veterinarian. It was a strange place and I was frightened. I got some shots, but my best friend the little girl held me softly and said it would be okay. So I relaxed. The vet must have said sad words to my beloved family, because they looked awfully sad. I heard Severe Hip Dysplasia, and something about my heart… I heard the vet say something about back yard breeders and my parents not being tested. I know not what any of that means, just that it hurts me to see my family so sad. But they still love me, and I still love them very much!

I am six months old now. Where most other puppies are robust and rowdy, it hurts me terribly just to move. The pain never lets up. It hurts to run and play with my beloved little girl, and I find it hard to breathe. I keep trying my best to be the strong pup I know I am supposed to be, but it is so hard. It breaks my heart to see the little girl so sad, and to hear the Mom and Dad talk about it might now be “the time.” Several times I have went to that veterinarians place, and the news is never good. Always talk about Congenital Problems. I just want to feel the warm sunshine and run, and play and nuzzle with my family.

Last night was the worst. Pain has been my constant companion now, it hurts even to get up and get a drink. I try to get up but can only whine in pain. I am taken in the car one last time. Everyone is so sad, and I don’t know why. Have I been bad? I try to be good and loving-what have I done wrong? Oh if only this pain would be gone! If only I could soothe the tears of the little girl. I reach out my muzzle to lick her hand, but can only whine in pain.

The veterinarian’s table is so cold. I am so frightened. The Humans all hug and love me.They cry into my soft fur. I can feel their love and sadness. I manage to lick softly their hands. Even the vet doesn’t seem so scary today. He is gentle and I sense some kind of relief for my pain. The little girl holds me softly and I thank her, for giving me all her love. I feel a soft pinch in my foreleg. The pain is beginning to lift, I am beginning to feel a peace descend upon me. I can now softly lick her hand.

My vision is becoming dreamlike now, and I see my Mother and my brothers and sisters, in a far off green place. They tell me there is no pain there, only peace and happiness. I tell the family goodbye in the only way I know how-a soft wag of my tail and a nuzzle of my nose. I had hoped to spend many, many moons with them, but it was not meant to be. “You see,” said the veterinarian, “Pet shop puppies do not come from ethical breeders.” The pain ends now, and I know it will be many years until I see my beloved family again. If only things could have been different.

(This story may be published or reprinted in the hopes that it will stop unethical breeders and those who breed only for money and not for the betterment of the breed)

Copyright 1999 J. Ellis


Tuesday, February 10, 2009


If a million and one questions has ever bugged you before about why i imported Kayla on my very own, spent so much time reading and researching before i got her, when i could have simply "bought her from a pet store", this post is for YOU. It is very hard to explain with purely words,without any visual aid or "evidence" to those who are not into dogs as we dog-lovers are.

Apart from reasons such as wanting a dog with good temperament, one that is well-socialised (or what layman pple called "well brought up", or one that fulfills the breed standard requirements to a T, the utmost important factor is - to "kill" the existence of puppy mills. What are pupply mills you ask?

Click here to read about the terrible plight of dogs and how they're treated all their lives, just so that PROFITS can be made out of them.

The Puppymill Link Exchange Project

This link can also be found on my side bar, along with other videos on the topic by celebrities such as Charlize Theron and Oprah Winfrey. However, i caution viewers to watch the videos at their own disgression, as the dogs thrive in horrible living conditions.

I hope that this would be passed on by word of mouth, so that more people can be educated on the on-goings of such cruelty and I'm glad that such a project has been taken on...its about time someone did something about it!! thanks dead_cockroach for having the courage to start something like this.

Monday, February 9, 2009

Tag, you're it!

We've been tagged by Taylor!

I have to open a document or file folder, click on the fifth folder and then the fifth photo. Then I have to post the photo and describe it and tag 5 others!

Unfortunately, Mummy got a new comp as her old one died on her and she does not have that many folders to open - as yet. So, Mummy's gonna post photos which her bestie took of Moi at the park on the last day of January. Mummy's bestie (let's call her Ashley) is freaking cool cuz she's not supposed to touch the saliva of dogs and when a dog is wet and stuff...but she's different from the "others"....she does not shriek at the sight of me and ran helter skelter across the courtyard. She just makes sure i don't touch her with my wet nose or lick her and she's fine with having me around. Mummy and Ashley even takes me jogging with them... how cool is that? She even offered to take pictures of me with her brand new dslr!! Mummy, of course couldn't say no to that!

Ashley says the blue bag spoils the picture...Mummy calls it artistic *hmm*

Ashleys' fav shot!

This is Mummy's fav photo!

That's Mummys' bestie~!