We thought you would like to read about Bentley who was rescued by a volunteer, Eva Podietz, of the ASPCA.
Bentley arrived at the ASPCA "after a devastating kick to the head that left him with a dangerous brain hemorrhage, broken jaw and a broken skull, threatening to destroy his tiny brain stem. He could barely stand or move his legs," wrote the organization.
Thursday, March 07, 2013
The horns can fetch up to a million dollars each, and behind them, the men who have done the dirty work leave carcasses upon carcasses of dead rhinos rotting in the hot sun.
The first story details the story of Phila, called Saving Rhino Phila. It's a painful show to watch.
The show details not only the gross violence against these animals but also reveals that the poaching of their horns is based on pure ignorance--the belief that the horns will turn men who can't get it up into men who can. A myth because the horns are made out of nothing more than the kind of material you would find in horses' hooves.
Which can lead one to this conclusion: only men without real instruments of their own--and you know which one we are talking about--- both the ones below the belt and above the neck---would kill a rhino.
No matter how you look at this situation, this is the domaine of the immensely ignorant, the weak, the dirty, the utterly corrupt, those without brains, and souls.
Take a quick gander at the program being run by Animal Planet. The documentary details the near destruction of rhino Phila, who was shot so many times, it was a miracle that she ever survived.
Phila was shot in the wild, and ran off, to be found and hospitalized days later. The criminals who shot and wounded her the first time, had the absolute temerity to return to the hospital and shoot her multiple times, again.
The poachers made the attempt several times, until finally her caretakers removed her horns, and moved her to an enclosed area--a zoo, where she could survive.
All of the other Rhinos are shot with impunity, and the criminals protected by local authorities, presumably to garner the large payoffs for turning the other way.
Those authorities live in large mansions in swimming pools.
The program which aired at 8 PM detailing the sad lives of these poor animals is followed by a reenactment of the story of four soldiers who take it upon themselves to battle the poachers at 9 PM.
In this show the intro says that last year alone, 100 men died protecting rhinos, and 668 rhinos were killed by these vicious poachers armed with helicopters, and advanced weaponry. On average one rhino every 16 hours is killed in this one area of South Africa.
Sadly those soldiers cannot be there every day.
Wednesday, February 06, 2013
|At the top of North South Lake last February.|
And perhaps this entry will be none of the above. Let's say its the treatise of the dog who hasn't been on a bike ride or a hike in a long time.
Pessimistic? Perhaps. More like shocked at the sad direction the world is taking away from nature. And on that note, I'll have to venture to the morbid. (Morbidity alert!)
Have any of you noticed that this past year has been unbearably hectic, full of injuries and wayward trips, and interruptions of normal life altogether?
I certainly have. Now as a dog, I have little control over what goes on in the first place. And I have to say, this winter has been for the cats! And even they didn't like it.
|Happy times when I resemble one of those Swiss sheep.|
Then came the endless trips to the doctor: my feet hurt, and I definitely don't feel like hiking anywhere. Add to that the excessive cold we haven't been enjoying for the past month. And now I have a lump on my breast. The source? Probably the huge amount of toxic motor excrescence I absorb through my paws.
Existential question number one: why are the ignoramuses spreading salt on the sidewalks? Don't they realize it hurts my paws, and causes destruction to the environment and enters the water system? Where I live, the lazy--f's don't even clear their walks--they just throw down salt as if they were sprinkling rice at a wedding.
|Armchair philosophy--my greatest asset.|
It was truly shocking to see how many coats had fur collars. Now I needn't remind you that I am an animal, and I truly resent seeing the skins of my brethren around your neck. It really isn't cute, and it's not charming. It's more like a throwback to medieval times. I mean if humans really want to live like we did then, they should kills themselves when they reach age 40, because that was the life expectancy.
It's gotten so bad, you can't even buy some coats without fur! I guess the coat companies think their jackets won't sell without dead animal adornments.
What's worse, humans have no sense how much pain and suffering goes into each one of those collars, or they wouldn't buy them.
Then there's the fact that we've gotten so far away from the source of our food, that we eat chicken, pork and beef like it was never an animal in the first place! Certainly the pieces don't even come close to looking like who they started out as.
Here's an e.g.: Taco Bell, glorious pics of red meat coming towards your face. Succulent, but they forgot all the steps in between.
|Smelling the roses, waiting for the cat to chase last summer.|
And those chicken McNuggets? So easy to forget they used to be living, clucking, sweet little birds who grew up inhumanely in cages, and then got their necks chopped off. I mean I bet you didn't even need those extra calories!
It's time some of the big brains came up with better food alternatives that taste good instead of phooey! blecch, tempeh and Quinoa!
Add to that the huge number of animals killed by automobiles. It's epic, but again, no one seems to think it's important enough to start adding either whistles to their cars, or fences to the sides of roadways.
And I haven't even started on the whole gun thing! What the heck do we need to hunt for anymore? I mean don't all the gun-wielding big butts have enough food on the table that they don't have to kill innocent animals?
Let me give you an e.g.: I am a deer traipsing through the woods foraging desperately for my next meal, when ZING! Someone shoots me in the head! They then empty out my guts, take me home, remove my antlers, cut me up and stuff me in the freezer where I rot until springtime when they throw me out.
This is just so anachronistic it makes me cry out for a hunt on the hunters! Man, if only animals ran the world!
Finally, I recently went through Pet Pardons' long list of dogs and cats who are about to be axed. You know that all of us fear being axed at any moment, but that long list is heart breaking.
So many of the dogs on death row are so because of puppy mills that create them, and the people who buy them who can't take care of them.
It's time to stop this: stop being so cruel to animals. I know, because I see it and fear it every day.