Saturday, August 10, 2013

Today's dogs in need 8/10/2013

Today's dogs in need span the nation from Apple Valley in California to Phoenix, to Indianapolis, to Brooklyn NY down to Georgia and on to Miami, Florida.

Apple Valley in California

This shelter kills over half the animals, VERY high kill shelter.

Please save lives from the very high kill Apple Valley shelter, most dogs are on the facebook pages: 

And dogs & cats are on the petfinder page: 


Pet ID: 124389 ***Available 8-1-13***
Shepherd Mix: An adoptable dog in Apple Valley, CA
Large • Adult • Male (760) 240-7000 x 7555

Pet ID: 124222 ***Available for adoption 7-30-13***
Shepherd Mix: An adoptable dog in Apple Valley, CA
Large • Adult • Female (760) 240-7000 x 7555

Pet ID: 124495 ***AVAILABLE NOW***
Shepherd Mix: An adoptable dog in Apple Valley, CA
Large • Adult • Female (760) 240-7000 x 7555
Cannot keep where they rent.

DEVORE Shelter
CATHERINE - ID#A568973 (available 8/5)

I am a female, black and white Pit Bull Terrier and Labrador Retriever.

The shelter staff think I am about 2 years old.

I have been at the shelter since Jul 31, 2013.

This information is less than 1 hour old.
For more information about this animal, call:

San Bernardino County - Devore Shelter at 

(909) 386-9820
Ask for information about animal ID number A568973


Please pick TULIP!!!!!!!!!!!needs foster urgent!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Brooklyn Center

TULIP- A0973476

Intake condition NONE Intake Date 07/29/2013, From NY 11208, DueOut Date 08/01/2013,

Medical Behavior Evaluation No Initial Behavior
Medical Summary No Initial Exam

For more information on adopting from the NYC AC&C, or to find a rescue to assist, please read the following:

For more info on behavior codes and ratings, please read here:

Additional Photos:

Original Thread:

For more information on a particular dog, email but ONLY if serious about adopting, and ONLY if you are able to GO TO the shelter in-person. Please do not email for status updates... the only thing you will accomplish is spamming their inbox and causing REAL adopter emails to go unnoticed.

Contact the NYC ACC at (212) 788-4000 for further automated instructions.

Brooklyn Center 

LOU - A0974702

I am an unaltered male, gray and white Pit Bull Terrier mix.

The shelter staff think I am about 3 years old.

I was found in NY 11237.

I have been at the shelter since Aug 09, 2013

For more information on adopting from the NYC AC&C, or to find a rescue to assist, please read the following:

For more info on behavior codes and ratings, please read here:

For more information on a particular dog, email but ONLY if serious about adopting, and ONLY if you are able to GO TO the shelter in-person. Please do not email for status updates... the only thing you will accomplish is spamming their inbox and causing REAL adopter emails to go un-noticed.

Contact the NYC ACC at (212) 788-4000 for further automated instructions.


Urgent mom and 1 pup...need foster now

STRAY Intake Date: 8/4/2013 S42 BEH-OTH

STRAY Intake Date: 8/4/2013 S42 EUT-AS

At risk for euthanasia at 5am, Fri., Aug. 9th.

2500 S. 27th Avenue Phoenix, AZ
Hours open: 11AM-5:30PM
*Remember: MCACC West is closed every Wednesday for adoptions. Adoption holds need to be placed until Thursday.*

***Click this link to see how the page works and how you can help!***


needs a foster/adopter now!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!urgent!!!!!
ID#2013-07-217 Pitty girl Female 1 year
Barrow County Animal Control Shelter
616 Barrow Park Drive Winder, GA 30680
Department Contacts:
(770) 307-3012 Phone (they will not return long distance calls) 
(770) 867-1660 Fax
Kimberly Perez –
Danyal Harper –
Shelter Hours:
The shelter is OPEN to the public from 8am to 5pm on the following days:
Monday, Tuesday, Thursday, and Friday & Wednesdays 1pm-5pm
CLOSED to the public on:
Saturday, Sunday, and Holidays


205083 female Collie pup, 3mo. Such a sweetheart. Shy and submissive. We are out of space in our small dog room, hoping rescues will come to help! Rescues must email to commit. Indianapolis, INJulie Zink


Minnie in Miami:
(A1542047) I am a female brown and black Labrador Retriever mix.

The shelter staff think I am about 3 years old.
Now listed as 4 months!!
I was turned in by my owner and I may be available for adoption on 07/16/2013.

Friday, August 9, 2013

Old Smokey

A story by Kim Freeman

August 23

Man, work was rough yesterday. Seems every day, I figure I’ve had as much as I can stand of Old Smokey, then I go back. Hell, I’d rather be picking up trash on the highway or cleaning johns for Parks and Rec than this misery. See, I got the choice of sitting here with one view out my sliver-skinny window, or I can put on the cuffs and get five minutes of real air and sun on the walk over to Animal Control. 

Either way, I got to look at that smokestack.

I swear, the white heat blasting out of that monster will knock you back if the wall of smell doesn't. The face on 'em going in, that’s what gets you. There’s still trust in those dead pleading eyes, and I got to tote them in the wheelbarrow and shovel ‘em into the oven. Some days, I’d rather sit staring at four walls, but work is work. A man’s got to have it. Even in prison.

There’s times I get to wondering whatever happened to my old dog. I had him back in the yard, chained around the pin oak for pretty near five years. Damn fool got loose from his collar and took off; I ain't seen him since. Course, that was in the days before my B&E time-- before I started the robbing.

August 29

Got me a new cellmate today. Tom Dawley. Says he’s in for domestic disturbance. Damn sum-bitch claims his wife came at him with a knife. Thing is, I believe him. He's got the fresh marks on him, and from the sound of that woman, yeah, I think she done it. Maybe she was full-on provoked, but she sure sounds like the type. 

He was shaking mad when they brought him in, sweat dripping off his chin, arms hunched up like he was freezing to death. I told him, "Look Dude, I got no interest in your butt hole. You got nothing to worry about from me."

Once he'd calmed down some, he told me what his wife done. When she came at him with a black-handled kitchen knife, all he could remember was the smell of burned toast in the air and his coon dog, Smokey, leaping up, barking and pawing between them. Tom thinks the dog was protecting him. Says his wife never did like that dog, even threatened to poison it once.

Meantime, I'm still working the elbows over at the Smokehouse. It's been a lot of cats lately, poor limp little things nobody wants. Sometimes I feel like one of them. My guts get caught in my throat and I barely got the strength to push that wheelbarrow. Maybe it’s the blast of the oven, but the tears start and I can't keep them from dropping. All I can do is watch them fall into the fur of some grey-striped cat or fawn-colored puppy. That there's got to be the hardest: throwing some innocent little two-month pup into the flames of Old Smokey. You try it sometime, and tell me you didn't cry.

September 2

Visiting day. Nobody come for me, but this sad-sack cellie of mine saw his wife--the one that poked him. He come back to the room, curls himself up on his bed and I sit and watch his shoulders shake. It ain't easy to do in a room no bigger than a dog kennel, but I left him alone as best I could.

After lights out, he gets up to piss in our toilet hole and tells me his wife came by--all dressed up in her slick little skirt and pink high heels. I guess she came to rub it in--he's in jail and she ain't. Worst of it is, she puts on a big wide smile to tell him she's had his dog sent to the pound. Said she called Animal Control the day after their fight, and they come right out to get him. 

All she had to do was make up some story about how it turned on her that night, all snarling fangs and spit, growling whenever she moved. Tom said that was all true: old Smoke was trying to keep the woman off him. But the part about him biting her was nothing but a cold, mean lie.

Tom asked me to look tomorrow when I'm at work: gray dog with a skinny white stripe down his face. One white paw. I sure as hell hope if he is there, he'll be in a pen and not the wheelbarrow.

September 4

I checked every cage and burn report, and no grey dog with a white stripe has been though. Tom was damn glad to hear that news. I was damn glad to tell him. Maybe his snide pink-heeled wife just told him that so as to get her talons tighter round his balls. Sounds to me like that bitch should be the one pissing in the hole, not old Tom.

September 5

I found the dog. Grey, white paw, and scared to death. They put him way back in "Quarantined" with the rest of the "Not up for Adoptions." That's how come I missed him yesterday.

When I came up on him there in the pit, I seen how every muscle on him was twitching--he's just quivering all over, scared of life, like he done something bad wrong. Of course, it could be he was plain freaked about being in this hellhole. Don't tell me those dogs back there don't know what's going on 60 feet away. 

The burn furnace is that close. Hell, the way the smoke pours out of that chimney, they got to be able to smell it. Sometimes I wonder, can they tell which dogs is burning from the molecules drifting around in the air? I watch the black and brown smoke sometimes, and it’s like all those animal souls floating up to heaven.

Now I got to tell Tom his dog is on death row.

September 8

I started scrawling in this notebook, I'll never know. It's like it makes me live through everything twice, and if you ask me, one time is plenty.

I was waiting for a load, standing by with my wheelbarrow, when I saw the vet lady put a big yellow dog to sleep. Yeah, I seen that before, but this one, he was wagging his tail, sweeping it smooth and gentle over that steel grey table. Then he licked her hand while the needle went in. God, that was rough. If I'd had a smoke, I sure would have took a break and sucked it right down to the filter.

Last night after supper, I told Tom I found his dog. He didn't take it too good, and I can't say as I blame him. I was gonna wait until lights out in case he went to crying, but he kept asking and I don't lie as good as I used to.

I left out the part about Smokey being in Quarantine. See, those pitbull dogs don't never get a chance at adoption, that's why they're in the back. I heard most were provoked from some kid cutting their ears or pulling their tail, and they just snap--get fed up with bad treatment, kind of like some of the cons around here. I hear their stories all the time about how the world just got to 'em one day, how some red wrath comes over them--all the unfairness they had all their life and then it's time to get back.

Anyway, these last two days Tom Dawley just sits on his bed, looking out that slot of a window we got, watching the smokestack all day, even into the night. I gave up on that view a long time ago, but I know what he's seeing: that tall silver pipe ringed in soot, chalky black and thick around the rim. Even when it's not heaving the tall plumes of smoke, you can still see shimmery waves of heat, pulsing out all around the thing. Almost like it's breathing.

Now that I know Tom's dog is named Smokey, I can't call the green oven that anymore. Used to be I could laugh about it, the thing with the big vault door and fat round belly, like a giant barrel, always hungry.

Nowadays, I think about the Nazi time, back when all Jews got rounded up in Germany. I hear the Nazis had the prisoners run the ovens there, too. All day, they say, like a factory, killing and burning as many as they could get hold of. No reason either, except they was Jewish. Those folks didn't commit any crimes, but got burned up anyhow, just like all these creatures.

You know, that's the derndest thing about that dog Smokey: he's got eyes green as pasture grass. He looks up at me so mournful, and it's like Jesus asking me to forgive.

September 12

I don't hardly want to write today. Tom still stares out the window, and I figure his dog has been over there going on five days now. Ten's the end of his quarantine time. That's when the owner is supposed to come get him, once they make sure there's no chance of rabies.

Things is, I know good and well that woman ain't gonna come and get him. Unless Tom gets his hearing and out of here before Friday, well, that's the date marked on Smokey's cage.

I know that dog hasn't got the rabies, but them's the rules, and I found out right quick they keep up with the timetable pretty good. See, I got the idea to change the tag on old Smokey's cage so as it looked like he had two more weeks. Nobody pays attention to those dogs back there, anyway. It would have worked out, I think, except they got some computer database now keeping up with all the dog inmates. Tracks them by day and somebody checks it every morning.

So I got busted and here I sit back at the prison, nothing to do but stare at Tom Dawley and wonder if the smoke he's watching is his dog. I been suspended three days, and I got to say, it sure as hell makes me miss work, even the kind of awful work it was.

Soon as I get back, if they'll have me, I got to check on old Smokey. If my figuring is right, he's still got two days to go.

September 15

First day back at work. Tom's hearing got pushed to next week.
The very first thing I did after signing in at Animal Control--you guessed it--went to check on that poor lonesome dog.

I get there to his row, and down to his pen, and it’s an empty cage.
Some security guard spots me in my con suit and asks me, "Who you looking for?"

I say, "A green-eyed dog."

The man laughs and asks why I'm looking in among the live ones. He bends over and whispers, "He's gone to meet his maker."

I got a real sick feeling and doubled over right there against the chain link.

The man hands me a rag he's been using for God-knows-what. "Take a break, con. Get some air. We got enough mess and vomit on this floor already."

I stumble out to the sunlight and right there is a wheelbarrow full of burnt bones, cooled and waiting for the rendering truck. I've seen loads of bones and ash before, but this one might have been some of Smokey. 

I turned away and not thinking, propped against the big green barrel, still hot from a load that morning. It scorched my palm enough to make me scream, and that was it. There I was, crying like I ain't never cried before, broad daylight and me blubbering like the worst kind of pitiful creature.

Behind me I heard all the dogs start to whine and bark. Something big dropped in the oven. It felt like the world was coming apart, and all I could hope for was allied planes flying over like in World War II, coming to save the suffering. Up in the air, back behind the clouds and smoke, I did hear the roar of a plane, but I saw the contrail, and knew it wasn't nothing but a single engine from Briscoe Field.

I watched the smoke and contrails swirl together like some kind of black and white dance and thought about what I was going to tell Tom when I got back. Watching the smoke drift higher, I realized, at least old Smokey is free. That dog, and plenty others, have gone on to a new place, one without ovens and prisons and fences and gates.

The way I see it, I just got to tell Tom old Smokey finally found a good home.

Kim Freeman
Freelance writer
Lost Cat Detective

Miranda Devine pit bull buyback, a bloody scam

The reality
Miranda Devine suggests a "dog buyback" similar to what she calls a 'gun buyback.' Miranda Devine is a 'hard hitting journalist' according to the Daily Telegraph, but does 'hard hitting' refer to killing millions of family pets?

"A life for a life, you might call it," as she calls all 'pit bull-type dogs' 'inherently dangerous.'

This from someone who could not have possibly met the hundreds of thousands 'pit bull-type dogs' living with families as cherished pets and canine good citizens.

According to Miranda Devine, "They are responsible for a disproportionately large share of the most
Miranda Devine
serious dog attacks, and yet politicians continue to bow to the dog lobby. Enough. A dangerous dog is a weapon which can be every bit as lethal as a gun."

Devine suggests a 'buyback' in which she generously offers "an amnesty of a few weeks before the owner of every pit bull, or similar vicious breed, is required to relinquish their dogs to the local council."

So for this one person's tirade, hundreds of thousands of family pets would be mass slaughtered by a stranger, just because Miranda Devine suggested in her column.

"They can then choose a safer breed from the tens of thousands waiting for a new home in pounds and animal shelters. The owner can be recompensed by the taxpayer for the small costs incurred. The dangerous breed is then humanely put to sleep, while a dog on death row is saved."

What kind of breed would Miranda allow us to choose? Might we have a pug or a lab? What if that pug or lab had the dreaded 'pit bull-type dog' gene. Would that dog upon discovery be taken from the arms of his family to be destroyed. What kind of pet would Miranda Devine allow that family to choose in the dog's place? Which breed then, Miranda Devine?

This sort of senseless breed specific tirade does nothing but sell more papers. My parakeets have something to line the cage, but literally speaking, Miranda Devine's ill thought suggestion is good for nothing else but to catch bird poop.

Instead of lashing out at the multitudes who share their lives with bully breeds, why not put that energy into education and outreach? BSL for Dummies exposes the flaws in the system and one city's battle to overturn BSL which cannot and does not work.

Devine engaged controversy when she used a politician's decision to parent a child with a same sex partner arguing "that 2011 riots in England were the result of a "fatherless society" – that is, a society that increasingly accepts children growing up in gay and single mother households." Wow. here's hoping that family didn't adopt a pit bull puppy!

While tragic incidents have occurred which could easily have been prevented, no one is trying to avert change. There is need for great change, but it's been proved to not work through breed specific legislation.

Voice your opinions here and please sign the petition created to let Miranda Devine and Prime Minister Don Page know this sort of maneuver is only an attempt to sell newspapers. Take the pledge to stop Miranda Devine's 'buyback' scheme.

Shelter kills dog 10 minutes after rescue video

Bronx killed for nothing at San Bernadino City Shelter

Animal advocates are up in arms over the killing at San Bernadino City Shelter.

From only one rescuer:

Bronx...killed for nothing at San Bernadino City Shelter
"I am shocked, disgusted and saddened by the treatment of the animals at the SB City Shelter. Why are you not treating the animals that are sick?  What is happening is against the law and I dont know how you can sleep at night knowing that you are not doing all you can for these animals. Why do you work in a shelter? This job should be for people with compassion and who actually care about the lives that are in their hands."

Letter after letter has been written to the administrators of San Bernadino City Shelter, but according to concerned citizens, they're pleas for humane treatment and adherence to California law are falling on deaf ears.

From a rescuer:

"Yesterday, 7/25/2013 I was in the shelter lobby and witnessed a man surrendering his one year old Doberman and Chocolate Labrador mix. I sat down and visited with the dog. He let me pet him and sat nicely. The owner told me the reason he had to give him up was because he had a 1 year old child and Bronx was too energetic for him. He specifically says in the video “he’s a good dog”. After I took the video and photos of Bronx, I had to head back to work. When I got home to post the dogs I photograph that day, I could not find Bronx on"

"This morning, 7/26/13 I called the shelter to get Bronx’s ID number so that I could post him for networking. I was given the ID number A450802. When I asked Anita Sanchez for his due out date, she said “well if he was a stray his due out date would have been 8/1, but he was an owner turn in that requested that his dog be euthanized for aggression”. I told her if the staff euthanized Bronx they were in violation of the law."

"She yelled, you need to go read the law again and hung up on me. You really need to keep her from speaking to the public."

In response, this citizen and animal rescuer wrote Chief Robert Handy of San Bernadino City Police Department:

"Chief Handy,

According to the outcome list I received today, your staff killed this owner surrender on 10 minutes after I took the video of him! That is 71 hours 50 minutes before he was available for euthanasia. I have NOT received a response. 

Which supervisor approved for him to be killed? They need to be schooled on the current laws. Your facility did NOT have a history of vicious or dangerous behavior documented for ID number A450802, he should have been held for 72 hours. 

His death is a direct violation of the California Food and Agriculture code section 31754 (a).  

From the outcome list dated 8/7/2013: A450802 Date: 07/25/13 Time: 12:46 pm TYPE: EUTH SUBTYPE: BEHAV HIST

Here is the video I captured showing Bronx was a friendly, healthy, highly adoptable one year old dog:

31754.  (a) Except as provided in Section 17006, any animal
relinquished by the purported owner that is of a species impounded by
public or private shelters shall be held for the same holding
periods, with the same requirements of care, applicable to stray dogs
and cats in Sections 31108 and 31752, and shall be available for
owner redemption or adoption for the entire holding period.

b) Notwithstanding subdivision (a), kittens or puppies
relinquished by the purported owner, or brought in by any other
person with authority to relinquish them, to public or private
shelters, may be available immediately for adoption.
(c) This section shall become operative on July 1, 2002.

17006.  Animals that are irremediably suffering from a serious
illness or severe injury shall not be held for owner redemption or
adoption. Newborn animals that need maternal care and have been
impounded without their mothers may be euthanized without being held
for owner redemption or adoption.

31108.5.  (a) (1) Upon relinquishment of a dog to a public or
private shelter, the owner of that dog shall present sufficient
identification to establish his or her ownership of the dog and shall
sign a statement that he or she is the lawful owner of the dog.

(2) Any person who provides false information pursuant to this
subdivision about his or her ownership of the dog shall be liable to
the true owner of the dog in the amount of one thousand dollars

(b) Upon relinquishment, the dog may be made available for
immediate euthanasia if it has a history of vicious or dangerous
behavior documented by the agency charged with enforcing state and
local animal laws."

"Grey Chihuahua A450899:

Video of ID number A450899 HEALTHY on 7/27:

Video of ID number A450899 SICK on 8/3:

Gracie A450921:

Gracie at San Bernadino City Shelter

Video of ID number A450921 HEALTHY on 7/31:

Video of ID number A450921 SICK on 8/3:

Katie A450899:

Video of ID number A450899 HEALTHY on 7/27:

Video of ID number A450899 SICK on 8/3:"

Katie at San Bernadino City Shelter...sick and untreated

These good people care about animals. With no city or country funding, no huge grants or resources, a few concerned citizens are begging to save the lives of those animals in the jurisdiction of San Bernadino City. They are asking simply that the shelter obey California law in regards to animals in its care. 

One final and desperate plea:

"You also wrote "As I have shared with others, I invite you to come to our shelter and volunteer your time or help us with donations. Where are you Captain King? Where is Chief Handy? I am there everyday. In the 11 months I have been visiting your shelter, I have NEVER seen Chief Handy and I have seen you 3 times. (One of the times you came down specifically to remove me from the shelter for feeding an emaciated dog a treat. See video here for why Captain King drove to the shelter to remove me, when he has the highest crime rate around!"
"Diamond – ID# A446251 Sent to General for spay on 5/27, died after being in boarding on 6/29.  
Monet – ID# A447452 Sent to General for spay on 6/13, died at general on 6/17.  
Principe – ID# A447563 Sent to General for neuter on 6/14, died at general on 6/24.  
Alexa – ID# A447860 Sent to General for spay on 6/17, died at general on 6/24."
"Chief Handy seems to think that I walk around looking for violations in order to photograph them. I do not have to, I come across them during my visit with the dogs.

Anyone can just walk around any time of the day or week and you can openly find sick animals and animals without water. I am there for 30 minutes on my lunch break, I cannot imagine what I would find if I was actually looking for it and was able to investigate.

Your shelter is falling apart, I understand you will be getting a new facility in the next year or so…but what about the improvements that are needed now? What improvements have you made to the shelter recently?

The city of San Bernardino is paid a 15% “shelter improvement fee” from 3 of the 4 cities it is contracted with. Colton pays $30,973 a year. Fontana pays $86,787 and Loma Linda pay $18,839 a year for animal shelter improvements. That is $136,599 per year. Where is that money going? It certainly is not going into improving the cities shelter. That may be something else that needs to be audited and investigated."

Please leave your comments and suggestions to help other animals at this shelter. Let these good people know they are not alone. Bronx died for nothing as have other innocent animals at San Bernadino City Shelter. 

Posted 2 hours ago by Cindy Marabito