Warning: bad language, not suitable for kiddies or those offended by swear words.
Yesterday, a caring visitor to MAS saw a mama dog full of milk with no puppies. The visitor was concerned and expressed same to someone at MAS but was blown off. Still concerned, the person contacted me and sent me photos of the mama dog. I did not blow off these concerns. There were unanswered questions which required prompt answers if lives were to be saved. Where were the pups? Was mama receiving the necessary care to relieve her physical and emotional pain? Since the visitor had been blown off by MAS and since I can’t get anyone at MAS to answer me, I used the only tool left to try and help the dog: I posted what was known of her story on the blog. And I asked the questions: Where are the pups? Is there anyone who can help mama?
A commenter supplied some additional info which led us to believe there was no possibility of finding the pups. That answered one question. But the mama dog is still in need, just the same. And I am not giving up on her, even if it’s true that there is no hope of finding the litter.
[Release the Kraken!]
Suddenly there is a flurry of activity. I am accused of all manner of dishonesty. [Note to the accusers: As if I give a flying fuck what killing apologists say about me.] There is a witch hunt to locate the caring person who provided me the photos and information on the dog. All in the Killing Apologist Family are included. There are accusatory e-mails sent to the person they’ve decided is the source. I wouldn’t be surprised if this person ends up being the subject of retaliatory action.
Meanwhile, there is a mama dog, full of milk, sitting in a cage at MAS with nothing but a metal platform to lie on. She is not receiving the around the clock care she needs and no pleas have been made to the public for a foster home for her. There is a litter somewhere, possibly in the hands of someone who lacks compassion. Sadly, the litter is probably better off where they are than at MAS. Because what those in positions of leadership at MAS are concerned about is being catty and e-mailing The Family about who would have the audacity to speak for a voiceless pet in need at our pound? We must find that person and banish him!
I knew these kinds of people in grade school. I thought they were stupid and immature then. But they were just kids so, legitimate excuse. If you are an adult and you behave like this in the face of a crisis with a pet at your pound, you are an asshat. There is no excuse. You need to go back to Compassion Class. Again.
Let’s be clear: When those in leadership positions in Memphis lie and I call them on it, silence. They don’t care if they get caught lying because, you know – it’s not like they’re going to lose their jobs HAHAHAHAHAHA! But when they think they can catch me up on some detail, they swarm like flies on a bin full of dead pets at MAS. The fact that no one gave a shit about this dog until she appeared on the blog tells me all I need to know about the so-called compassion of those involved. The fact that people got off their asses to play Who’s the Mole? on Easter Sunday instead of actually addressing the issue of the dog in need? Ditto.
By the way MAS trolls, my offer to buy this dog a soft bed still stands. Just because we’re not BFFs doesn’t mean you can’t accept my offer of help for a dog under your roof. Let me know. I can ask someone local to deliver it so it won’t have any YesBiscuit cooties on it or anything.