For all you dog lovers. Here I come. I don’t write fluffy stuff to put under your pillow. I don’t write about how much I love my dogs. (Well, occasionally.) But I want to tell you about the millions of shelter dogs who could very easily live with you. Not all of them, but maybe just one or two. Dog breeders, if I can generalize, are the scum of the earth. No one makes money off of dogs unless he, she, or they run a puppy mill. Backyard puppy mills exist in virtually every neighborhood. If you must have an Irish Wolfhound, or a Norwich Terrier because you are dedicated to the breed—well, go ahead and over pay for one. But remember there are many mixes, healthy dogs, who look just like the one you love. And you’ll find them, easily, in rescue. Just look there first—then call your breeder. That’s all I ask.
Here’s how I got into pit bulls, aka American Pit Bull Terriers and/or Staffordshire Terriers. They all have the same DNA.
Several years ago, I read a small article about a three year investigation by the FBI of a dog fighting ring. Why was the FBI rescuing dogs? Because dog fighting goes hand-in-hand with gun running and drug dealing. (More on this later.) In the end, on one day in August 2012, more than 400 dogs were seized across four states. Two of the dogs live with me. Welcome to The Ballad of Pearl and Spike.
So glad you are doing this... it's almost like a visit... but without the face licks