Finally broke down and hired a company to help me build these landing pages for Reunion and it's taken over three months. The guy finally said he was just a volunteer and couldn't understand how to do it. At least he leveled with me. Either way, I'm out $35 dollars a month for three months and still don't have a landing page for Reunion.
The dog I got from Wasco is turning out to be a long timer. The people who pledged $150 for him and swore he was perfect with all dogs have been strangely silent. Oh, well. It's very sad now all the ones I cannot help and must hit delete over and over. I am very sad about that. I wouldn't have taken on another lifer who must be rehabbed and detoxed for a long time when I could have helped so many others. From now on, I'm going back to pulling directly from the shelter on my own hunch. Dang these 'gotta save this one, gotta save that one' then disappear out of the picture entirely once the dogs are sprung. And only $50 of the pledge came forth as well. Hmmmm.
One happy thing happened today. I offer all this advice and never a thank you. An ex-friend recently adopted a golden. He came with severe mange type symptoms derivative of rabies vaccinosis. I spent literally hours on the phone explaining how to feed a raw diet...relatively simple, but turned into a HUGE event. I gave them Waiora, the expensive product I use to detox from rabies vaccinosis. Not even a thank you.
I asked her to please write up a short explanation with before and after photos to post on the website. This way, we can help others transition and cure from these nasty vaccines. The reply was they didn't have a photo. Imagine. In this day and age of camera phones, no photo of your dog. How did you adopt him in the first place? Sight unseen? What rescue doesn't have a photo of their dog? A Petfinder or Adopt a Pet account?
Finally, I get a note from her husband who has written up the story on the golden rescue website. Excitedly, I upload the piece. It is the longest drone about the dog and the horrible condition he was received in. Horrible rabies vaccinosis and how this wunderkind new owner began to research. He discovered the raw feeding and how this dog now has beautiful fur and is so wonderful. To be fair, he mentioned 'a friend who operates another breed rescue'. We all know what breed that is, a breed of dog so awful they cannot be named in the holier than thou golden rescue site. Please. What're those old pit bulls gonna do..eat the text like pacman? This guy'd never even heard of rabies vaccinosis and now he's discovered the cure. Give me a big break.
My circle is shrinking. I do not have time for people like this in my life and you know what? I don't want them around my dogs either. So there.
Beautiful Hazel
Another good thing and then I'm going to bed. I got a ride for Miss Hazel! Yay. She is going to be flown to Livermore on Saturday and will then be carried in style to Bundock's Kennels. A very sweet volunteer is offering her companionship and her dear friend will drive. These two ladies are donating their time, their car and their love of animals to make sure Hazel is driven safely and carefully to the kennel where she will be boarding until we find her a suitable foster home or forever home.
Bless you, Michele and thank you for giving me a ray of hope. I can go to sleep tonight knowing there is definitely more good than bad in this old sad world.
It all becomes real when it's time to pick up the ashes. I'm not a rich well endowed shelter, but try to have every animal whether a rescue or one of the pets here cremated. I have a shrine upstairs where all of the ashes are held near the sunshine.
There is a little Frida Kahlo statue and one of her little dog. There are patron saints, Benedict and Francis. There is a Greek icon and some Mexican religious art. Then things got rather out of hand when some more fundamental types tried to get in on the act and give me little angels and scriptures...nice, but it's like when Gary's mother, Janet got a plaster rooster. Over the years, all of her friends started giving her chickens and it became a pain rather than a collection. You don't want to hurt someone's feelings, so you take these offerings.
I remember when Roy, my cat, was dying. He was offered reiki and let the reiki practitioner know that he saw all the little fairies and spirits flying around my shrine. He told her he would be there soon.
The little dog who died is going to Best Friends. I'm a little bit sad, because I remember the dog I asked Best Friends to help with. She was a beautiful dilute brindle. She didn't have the luxury of being accepted into Best Friends. Her name was Lapis Lazuli. I helped the guy who found her for a year, but she needed someone who knew dogs to rehab her. If I would have known then what I know now, I could have done more with detox and flushing her system. At the time, I only knew about Best Friends.
I called and begged them to consider Lapis Lazuli. I told them she was the greatest dog and truly workable. She was high prey drive, but she could have been one of the great ones in the sense of Martha and in the sense of Girl.
I promised Best Friends when I got them on the phone that I would raise whatever amount of money they required to take Lapis and work with her. I got the same spittle you hear from PETA when you call and ask for help with a real animal who's really being tested on in a research lab. I got the same canned answer, 'oh, we can't save them all...' and on and on. They were kind enough to recommend a local Austin 'behaviorist' at almost $300 an hour. I even called her and emailed.
I even got a reply....after the finder had taken Lapis to Town Lake and had her euthanized. Yeah, Best Friends, you got that right. We can't save them all.
Well, for x amount of dollars, they roll out the red carpet for beloved animals with an endowment. They have the Best Friends Pet Guardian Pet Trust Plan which includes the ability to select Angels Rest Pet Cemetary as your beloved pet's final resting place.
This is where Baxter's ashes will be going. I'm a little bit sad tonight. I'm sad at the death of Baxter which should never have happened. I'm sad at the death of little Lapis Lazuli which never should have happened. I'm sad that for the right amount of cash, even in death, some animals are welcomed and some are not.
I am committed to making a difference. Before I'm dead, dead and gone, I am going to find out what causes aggression. I'm already onto something. I know, know know know, it's connected to those vile rabies shots. I've seen it with my own two ojos.
I can do that for Baxter. I can do that for Lapis. I know in my heart and in my soul that these two beautiful beings are already romping together in that place where I shall join them...that place where everyone's tail wags and everybody has teeth..every animal is healthy. There is no sickness, there are no rich corporations who make money off sorrow. There is only goodness and there, everyone gets to be a best friend.
The other day, I got one of the many mass alert emails I receive on a daily basis. This one was directed at raising $1,000 to pay some rescuer who was p.o.'ed about being promised $1K to take a dog and hadn't received the money yet. She went off on the whole group who'd initially been emailed to help with expenses.
Supposedly the dog had experienced bloody diarrhea and had to be taken to the vet. Anyone familiar with rabies vaccinosis knows that bloody diarrhea is a symptom of over-vaccination. Anyone with a computer can easily Google rabies vaccinosis or over-vaccination and diarrhea which will bring up multiple scientifically researched studies along with case studies from people whose pets have suffered and even died from over vaccination. Even the protocol from vet offices warns about the dangers of vaccination.
I felt it my duty to suggest the dog might be suffering from rabies vaccinosis only to receive a rabid reply from a fellow rescuer. It was quite frightening to say the least. The woman, whose name seemed familiar, was very angry at my information about over-vaccination. In fact, she literally said rabies vaccinosis is bullshit.
I come from the south and am more than familiar with ignorance, but you expect a little more from the great state of California and especially from someone who very proudly works as a vet tech. Oh, Lord, save me from most of these vet techs and especially when they rescue pit pulls. Even if they only have three in the stable.
I wrote back to suggest she read my book, Pit Bull Nation, namely the Raspberry chapter, where I tell the story of a dog who I witnessed with my own eyes develop an immediate and horrific case of rabies vaccinosis.
She went on to state that she'd had this conversation with me in the past and believes what she hears from the veterinarians. I guess she doesn't believe vets who write scholarly reports about intensive studies done to substantiate their work.
As one recent article posed, the very term rabies vaccinosis is becoming quite common. More and more people have witnessed their pets' reactions to vaccination with symptoms such as ADHD-like tendencies, aggression, seizures, chronic distemper, chronic parvo and chronic rabies.
According to recent editions of the Senior Dogs Project newsletter, all twenty seven of the nation's vet schools in North America are in the process of changing their vaccine protocol.
I looked back through my emails for the conversation this lady claimed to have shared with me. I found the couple of sentences she was referring to. A woman who works at a shelter had written in about an owner surrender dog who'd allegedly bitten someone. She wanted to ask for help with the dog whom she'd grown to care about.
I suggested the Reunion Rescue detox protocol as aggression is now thought to be related to over-vaccination, even a single dose. The rescuer-vet tech whose rescue, by the way, is yet another one of these rescues more about advocacy rather than rescuing...actually recommended euthanizing the dog. This is what you call advocacy? You're going to kill a dog you've never laid eyes on? Never temperament tested? Never even looked at an incident report? You call this rescue?
Now, I understand why she only has three rescue dogs....I don't even want to know what she does with the rest. Too dang scary.
All I can do is continue to learn and continue to try and do the real outreach work. To share my experiences detoxing and rehabbing and yes, rescuing the dogs this woman would kill.
The scary award for the day goes to this scary lady...you do not want to learn, but yet you call yourself an advocate. You over-vaccinate as a job and then kill the animals who become sick as a result.
I doubt this lady will ever read this blog, but on the off chance she might like to learn something, here are some well researched articles about that rabies vaccinosis 'bullshit' she was referring to.
Pip, still looking for love in all the wrong places
I just got through walking with Pip and a potential new owner. I could tell, though, by the time we got to Broken Bow, might as well just turn around. I hate that feeling. When you know, I know and the dog knows that it's a no go. Pip is such an awesome dog. She is the perfect companion. Loves people, loves kids, just not so hot for all other dogs. Oh, well.
It was a beautiful walk and Pip got to go twice today..that's 6 miles. She'll sleep good tonight. I love her and she's always got a place here. Always. It's just a shame for the ones I could be saving who will be stuck in boarding somewhere while waiting for their forever homes or a solid foster.
I woke up to bad news. I probably needed the 6 miles today more than Pip. It's good to beat the trail for a couple of hours when you're feeling blue. Eyes on the prize and the sky, bluer than blue. It is all going to be ok.
Chance, who taught me a lesson about love and believing
I'll start with the worst which turned out to be the best. A dog showed up at the little shelter who could, scared, abused and probably used for bait. He is just a horror case. I had told the wonderful sergeant who called that we just can't save them all..the lament of a broken down burnt out rescuer. Well, I got a lesson taught to me. I had suggested a chip in and the next thing you know, the community had put together over one thousand dollars and found a rescue to take Chance on.
You can teach an old dog new tricks and today, the old dog is me. I forgot to believe. I always say there is more good than bad in this old sad world and had forgotten my own words. I had to be re-taught. That is a lesson I don't mind re-learning. I apologized to the group and thanked them for reminding me that all humans aren't bad. Today, Chance and I each learned that lesson. Good for Chance, good for me. There is hope.
I couldn't sleep all night last night over Arthur. The lawyer who'd agreed to take the case wanted to negotiate and mediate. I am down with that, but with a stipend. These people have lied and defaulted and without a cash fund set up in Arthur's behalf and which would be forfeited the next time they lie and default, what is the incentive for them to begin to uphold the original contract they signed. The lawyer went on to give me some advice on how to rescue. For a person who makes her living writing contracts, she was basically asking me to not hold to a contract. Her suggestion amounted to just giving people the dogs. If I was going to do that, I'd just haul out a bunch of dogs from one of these high kill shelters and take them down to Petco on the weekend to be sold to the highest bidder. My suggestion to her is why don't you stick to lawyering and I'll do Reunion.
Arthur has to go on the shelf for a short while, but certainly not forgotten. I just need to get enough to hire Bruce Wagman. Back to square one. It's a feeling of despair, but I have to hope yet again, there are more good people than bad and hope the people who do animal testing for a living aren't testing on Arthur. Sometimes I feel very alone.
I got a wake up call from Doug. ACC stopped by to check on all his dogs and make sure they all have rabies shots. This is the same ACC who doesn't even have a program to find a lost dog and one which doesn't even check on dogfighting rings, but they're gonna go over and bother somebody who has an extraordinary set up and refuge for everyone else's unwanted dogs. Please. Give me a frigging brake. I get all these calls from locals who are rightfully worried about their neighbor's mistreated and abused dogs and cannot even get ACC to pay a visit!
I also woke up to finding out Darla had been over-vaccinated at PHS. I guess if they didn't get to kill her the way they wanted to, humanely euthanizing, they'll kill her in another way, but over-vaccinating a dog who has recently been vaccinated. This is pure d animal cruelty. For a place with humane in the title, unforgivable. The only two words that are accurate in their name are peninsula and society.
I'd written a reply to the veterinary and kennel manager, somebody I have history with as do a bunch of dead dogs and cats I've known, to please refrain from giving this dog an unnecessary vaccine. We had proof of recent vaccines and I even sent links to scientific studies which cite the horror and danger of over-vaccination. These people do not care. This is the same dump in which the blogging director, same guy in my book, laughed in my face when I asked for a wellness check on Arthur. Anyone who laughs at death and torture ain't no friend of mine or of Reunion Rescue.
This is another case of shelving. These people will get theirs. I am trying to think about Benny today and trying to learn how to let these people and their awful cruelty be an example to me. I cannot stop their evil ways, Santana, but I can stop myself from being anything like them. I can work to make a difference and show how to detox animals and try remove the metals, toxins, anti-freeze, formaldehyde and other nasty items from their bodies.
I'd love to be able to vaccinate all these mean people with the same crud they're injecting into innocent animals only it'd probably just make 'em meaner and eviler. Little bitty things like Buttercup by Lucinda make me feel a little bitty bit better.
Today was one of those epiphany days. I'm dealing with Peninsula Humane society who wants to kill another good dog. She's mouthy, but that's so dang fixable. Earn your keep, behaviorist...quit killing dogs that are fixable.
I'm dealing with a transport from hell and people who think their rescue work is harder than mine. Lest they forget, I will be with this dog for the rest of his natural life. While they're all home asleep in their beds, I'll have my computer on catnap and my phone juiced for the rest of Guido's life. When he goes into foster to adopt, it will be the beginning of his new life. He will, as do all Reunion Rescue dogs, be detoxed to remove all those harmful nasty metals and toxins from recent vaccines. He'll be on a raw diet and go to training. He'll be loved and taught crate and Kong training. His new foster to adopters will join the Reunion Rescue playgroup and when the foster period is over and they're ready to adopt, we will all sign a lifetime contract. If for any reason Guido is given up, he will be offered to Reunion Rescue.
That is how all Reunion dogs are cared for and insured for their lifetime.
I have learned that I must tighten my circle today. I've been getting nasty emails from one of the crew who first notified me about Darla. I have had to bounce these emails. Just too dang nasty and counter-productive. For now, I'll think about Benny and being positive.
I'll think about Guido on his way to Bundock's Kennels where he will begin his new wonderful life while waiting for his new forever home. I'll think about positive things...but, should anybody try and get in the way of where I'm going...
In between the busy times..like at a garage sale when there is a flurry of activity then a quiet lag and another flurry, then another slow spell...that is rescue life and that is pretty much, life. Learning that I am not the busy times nor am I representative of the lean times and knowing that there is a greater power at work helps me keep on trucking.
Today, I had a bit of a punch in the nose. I was informed by the online newspaper I have been writing a pit bull column for that some people were irritated that I didn't live in the city from which the subject is directed. I am being redirected to a local non-pit bull column, but that's ok. I love animals and will write about any animal I have the opportunity to write about. FYI, thought, whether I am writing about pit bulls for Beaumont, Texas or Paris, France, the subject matter is the same. Didn't seem to matter that I actually lived in this town for 12 years of my life. I met and married my husband there. Rebel came from the east side as did Fu Manchu, the beautiful black chow who was killed by a vet from the same town...getting his teeth cleaned. In fact, the first chapter of Pit Bull Nation takes place in this town.
Pit bulls are going to be the same in any town. I am networked with many rescues and other folks who write me about the pit bulls and other dogs in this town. Some of my favorite songs were written about this town. Have you ever seen ....... from a DC9 at night? And speaking of Truckin', anyone got a soft machine?
Thing about me, I'm going to keep on writing. I am going to keep on saving pit bulls. Doing what I do is beyond any other person. Not trying to brag, but stating a fact. Nobody out there is rescuing pit bulls, detoxing and treating with raw diet, homeopathy and herbal cures like me and Reunion Rescue. At least. nobody I'm running into. I will stand corrected if anyone wishes to step forward.
I spend 24/7 ranting and raving about detoxing dogs and cats from nasty rabies and other vaccines. I spend the rest of the time trying to get people to try raw diet and purified water. Yesterday, I heard about yet another person who treats their own body with homeopathy, but had never considered treating the dog. Unfortunately, the people who make huge dollars testing on animals in research labs depend on the fact that the animals' physiology resembles our own. This is enough data to seduce trillions of dollars for cruel research, but not enough to convince people to wake up and treat their own pets.
But, enough about me. I am on a learning path. I want to know what makes dogs or anyone else aggressive. Before I kick the bucket, I will find out just what that is. I believe, as does the animal alliance believes, that there is a solution to everything. I believe it is complex as the beings we study are complex. I am a student of Konrad Lorenz of the orange boots and the imprinted geese and 'Man Meets Dog'.
I believe there is an explanation for aggression. I don't believe it's a simple one with an easy answer. I believe it's environmentally produced and thus should be addressed. I do believe aggression stems from all vaccines. Considering the toxic contents injected into the body, a body already sick from years of bad diet throughout the generations, no one can express surprise at that animal reacting. Some do not react initially and some, like Raspberry, react violently and immediately. Raspberry's story is addressed in my book, Pit Bull Nation, at length along with the details regarding correcting that condition.
Linda D., who was instrumental in finding the cause of Raspberry's vaccinosis, recently remarked how pit bulls seem to be overly sensitive to rabies and other vaccines. In Raspberry's case, the mercury in the vaccine began to attack the lining of her brain. She could not stand to be touched at all. It was as if her flesh was on fire. I am no communicator with animals, but I knew this about her. She let me 'in' on that knowledge about herself.
Again, this has become my life's work. I feel it is my calling to share what I know with others. Some of those others do not wish to know. It is not about them, but about the animals. I made that decision long ago in my rescue life. In fact, it has been the clearest choice I've made in my life's experience. When there must be a decision to choose the welfare of animals or the politics of people, I always select the animals. It's always been very clear and very simple with me. In return, I've had people scream at me, shun me, gossip about me, ban me from rescuing at their shelter, laugh at me as did Ken White, the overpaid director of Peninsula Humane Society. Go ahead and laugh. It only infuses my decision to follow my path. Anyone who thinks animal research is a laughing matter makes my choices the right choices. If I am the last two legged friend I've got, I find great comfort in knowing I spoke up for the ones who cannot speak for themselves. I will always speak up for them.
For the meantime, I will write some nice little articles about local animals. I will interview sources and quote them as requested. I will bide my time until the day when I will be able to broaden my audience and write about my beloved pit bulls once again.
I am the authority on rescuing the Reunion way. There is a reason we are able to say, 'home of the world's friendliest pit bulls'. And, soon, we will be able to show the world how all pit bulls and other animals can be non-aggressive. It might not be tomorrow, but it will happen. That is a promise from Cindy Marabito, saving the world, one pit bull at a time.
Today I got to visit at Doug's and watch the crowd get their raw lunch. Benny was really one of the pack today. He came running out to say 'hi' when I arrived with the Hare Today order. I believe he was happy to see me, but probably interested in what might be in all those boxes.
I got to see Miss Holly Berry. She is such a loving sweet girl. I cannot believe I haven't had more inquiries about her. She is a doll. I know she'll get a nice home, but you can tell she is just waiting for her special person to come along.
Before, I started writing on this blog and it just up and disappeared. I think that's because I was upset about Buddy, Arky and Baxter dying and started writing a bunch of negative stuff. I'll have plenty of time to write negative, but now when things like this happen, I really believe it's a reminder from Benny to stay positive. I had an epiphany today. All of a sudden, it dawned on me if I can remain clear and positive, the animals might communicate with me. I sure hope so. I'm willing to give it a shot.
So here it goes...positive vibe...the real food channel...watching Benny eat...
Benny living the good life at Doug's...eating a healthy raw diet..with an audience...
Miss Holly Berry waiting for her forever home...but cared for lovingly by Doug...
