Early September:
Hi all, sorry I haven't written in a while. I've been very busy.
There has been one dog, a little smaller than my dog, a golden retriever/German Sheppard/Chow/anything mix, and he looks somewhat like her. He has black on his back, golden on his paws and eyebrows. He also has a long tail and huge ears, bigger than my dogs'. He keeps coming back. Just the other day, he came back and stayed on our porch for an entire day. He kept coming back so much that my mother tried to find out where he lived. After searching the neighborhoods around ours, my mother caught him and tied a note to his collar (which has no tags).
The next day, we got a call from the owners of Bolt. They are a family that lives about a fourth of a mile away through woods and over hills, AND the family lives on a very busy road. They keep him chained up all day and he can very easily break free. Apparently, he likes playing with Simone because he comes back almost two times every week. I like him, and I think my dad does too ... but he won't admit it He doesn't want another dog yet.
I hope that his family is being good to him.
Madi
Sunday, October 31, 2010
Thursday, July 15, 2010
Post 9: We Are Their Voice
Hi all.
I have been visiting Brother Wolf for the past few weeks on Wednesdays. My mom drops me off at 9:30 and I work until 4:30 or 5:00. There are so many new puppies for me to play with, but at the same time, it is so sad to know that most of them have been at the shelter for a good part of their lives. I love them all so much and want to take all of them home with me. Of course, I can't do that. :'(
One thing that struck me about Brother Wolf is when I walked around looking at the signs on the doors, a lot of them said 'abandoned' or 'given up'. As I was talking with my mom later on, she said that maybe people give up their dogs because they cannot control them. Dogs are harder to train at a later age. I thought that maybe if people could train their dogs, there would be less animals at the shelters.
If I were to start a training group and were to charge for it, the money would go towards Brother Wolf. If you have any other suggestions, please comment.
Thanks, Madi
I have been visiting Brother Wolf for the past few weeks on Wednesdays. My mom drops me off at 9:30 and I work until 4:30 or 5:00. There are so many new puppies for me to play with, but at the same time, it is so sad to know that most of them have been at the shelter for a good part of their lives. I love them all so much and want to take all of them home with me. Of course, I can't do that. :'(
One thing that struck me about Brother Wolf is when I walked around looking at the signs on the doors, a lot of them said 'abandoned' or 'given up'. As I was talking with my mom later on, she said that maybe people give up their dogs because they cannot control them. Dogs are harder to train at a later age. I thought that maybe if people could train their dogs, there would be less animals at the shelters.
If I were to start a training group and were to charge for it, the money would go towards Brother Wolf. If you have any other suggestions, please comment.
Thanks, Madi
Saturday, June 5, 2010
Post 8: We Are Their Voice
Hi all. Sorry I haven't posted in a while. EOG's have thrown me off majorly.
I volunteered last Monday at Brother Wolf. I mostly played with the puppies, keeping them apart while they ate so they didn't get into one another's food and start fighting. That kind of stuff. It was fun.
The day before, though, I went over to a friends house with my family. My friend and I were on YouTube, and he showed me a video of a man yelling at his cats. He was cursing them and they were running in terror. THAT COULD BE CONSIDERED ANIMAL ABUSE.
My blog is all about caring for your pets well and stopping animal abuse. The man yelling at his cats was scaring them beyond belief. THAT WAS NOT PROPER PET/OWNER RELATIONSHIP. He may have only done it for the video, but it was still WRONG.
I have decided to shift my focus to stopping animal abuse to proper pet guardianship. The idea is more positive and it is more likely to educate people. The goal is also more realistic. I may never really stop animal abuse, but I can help understand how to properly care for a pet.
That's all for now.
Madi
I volunteered last Monday at Brother Wolf. I mostly played with the puppies, keeping them apart while they ate so they didn't get into one another's food and start fighting. That kind of stuff. It was fun.
The day before, though, I went over to a friends house with my family. My friend and I were on YouTube, and he showed me a video of a man yelling at his cats. He was cursing them and they were running in terror. THAT COULD BE CONSIDERED ANIMAL ABUSE.
My blog is all about caring for your pets well and stopping animal abuse. The man yelling at his cats was scaring them beyond belief. THAT WAS NOT PROPER PET/OWNER RELATIONSHIP. He may have only done it for the video, but it was still WRONG.
I have decided to shift my focus to stopping animal abuse to proper pet guardianship. The idea is more positive and it is more likely to educate people. The goal is also more realistic. I may never really stop animal abuse, but I can help understand how to properly care for a pet.
That's all for now.
Madi
Tuesday, May 18, 2010
Post 7: We Are Their Voice
Hi.
I didn't volunteer yesterday. Something else happened. . .
My wolf/husky mix, Crystal, got put down yesterday. She had bronchitis and her heart was very weak. My mom told me she would go to the vet after dinner. I was so sad because my mom said that I couldn't go. I brought my camera to film her talking (she used to talk to us. . . she always had something to say). I was carpooling with my friends, the Hymans. As usual, Simone was going nuts, but Crystal was nowhere in sight. When Morgan asked, Mom simply said, "She's gone." Morgan started crying, then I started crying, then Noah (my grade) and Josh (3rd grade), our carpools, came in to see if we were all right. . . as if I wasn't embarrassed enough. Their Dad quickly shooed them away and he apologized for our loss and left. . . I know it sounds rude, but he wanted to give us some time.
I never got to say goodbye. I had counted on the fact that she was going after dinner, so I could spend more time with her. I didn't get the email from my mom that said that Dr. Joe, our preferred veterinarian, could see her at 4:30 pm.
This one's for you, Crystal. I'll never forget you. I love you, and here's the goodbye that I never got to give you.
Madi Moser
I didn't volunteer yesterday. Something else happened. . .
My wolf/husky mix, Crystal, got put down yesterday. She had bronchitis and her heart was very weak. My mom told me she would go to the vet after dinner. I was so sad because my mom said that I couldn't go. I brought my camera to film her talking (she used to talk to us. . . she always had something to say). I was carpooling with my friends, the Hymans. As usual, Simone was going nuts, but Crystal was nowhere in sight. When Morgan asked, Mom simply said, "She's gone." Morgan started crying, then I started crying, then Noah (my grade) and Josh (3rd grade), our carpools, came in to see if we were all right. . . as if I wasn't embarrassed enough. Their Dad quickly shooed them away and he apologized for our loss and left. . . I know it sounds rude, but he wanted to give us some time.
I never got to say goodbye. I had counted on the fact that she was going after dinner, so I could spend more time with her. I didn't get the email from my mom that said that Dr. Joe, our preferred veterinarian, could see her at 4:30 pm.
This one's for you, Crystal. I'll never forget you. I love you, and here's the goodbye that I never got to give you.
Madi Moser
Sunday, May 16, 2010
Post 6: We Are Their Voice
Hi all,
Sorry I haven't posted yet. I went canoeing with my 7th grade class from Tuesday to Friday and I had something on Saturday.
I volunteered on Monday at Brother Wolf. There was a sickness going around, mainly in the puppies. I watered the dogs over and over again, then socialized the cats. . . sorry to all cat lovers, but those cats were mean! Other than that, there wasn't much to do.
A story from camping: While my class was waiting for dinner, we were playing near the river and field. All of the sudden, a beautiful brown lab SWAM across the river (it was pretty wide). We played for about an hour with her, throwing the stick. She never sat still, and all she wanted to do was fetch; "play, play, play, play, play!" She followed us on a hike, and after we went to bed, at 5:30 am, I woke up to one of my tent mates saying, "Go AWAY!" as softly as she could. The dog had gotten into our tent and slept with us! Eventually our teacher came and got the dog to go away, but not before giving us a strike.
My mom called the vet today. . . not for a happy thing. My dog, Crystal, is an approximately 9 year old wolf and husky mix. We took her from our cousins who moved to Germany last June. They said she was about 6, but we all know that she's older than that. Crystal has bronchitis and congested heart failure. She's not been doing well, and we decided that it was her time. My sister wants to go, and I think she's too young, but of course my parents disagree. I love dogs, but I have seen too many die. First my "guardian angel" Maestro (brain tumor), then my mothers' first dog Hannah (bronchitis and enlarged heart). Mom was heartbroken when Hannah died at the vets; she had her before her oldest, me, was born. Buddy (cancer) was next. Buddy was my dog, and I went to the vet with him, and he died in my arms. I want to go to the vet with Crystal, but I'm not ready for another dog to go. We had her for less than a year, and it wouldn't be the same without her.
Pets come and go, but they'll always be in our hearts. That's why I want to help at Brother Wolf; to help a dog live a better life.
Madi Moser
P.S. Ozzy is still at Brother Wolf!
Sorry I haven't posted yet. I went canoeing with my 7th grade class from Tuesday to Friday and I had something on Saturday.
I volunteered on Monday at Brother Wolf. There was a sickness going around, mainly in the puppies. I watered the dogs over and over again, then socialized the cats. . . sorry to all cat lovers, but those cats were mean! Other than that, there wasn't much to do.
A story from camping: While my class was waiting for dinner, we were playing near the river and field. All of the sudden, a beautiful brown lab SWAM across the river (it was pretty wide). We played for about an hour with her, throwing the stick. She never sat still, and all she wanted to do was fetch; "play, play, play, play, play!" She followed us on a hike, and after we went to bed, at 5:30 am, I woke up to one of my tent mates saying, "Go AWAY!" as softly as she could. The dog had gotten into our tent and slept with us! Eventually our teacher came and got the dog to go away, but not before giving us a strike.
My mom called the vet today. . . not for a happy thing. My dog, Crystal, is an approximately 9 year old wolf and husky mix. We took her from our cousins who moved to Germany last June. They said she was about 6, but we all know that she's older than that. Crystal has bronchitis and congested heart failure. She's not been doing well, and we decided that it was her time. My sister wants to go, and I think she's too young, but of course my parents disagree. I love dogs, but I have seen too many die. First my "guardian angel" Maestro (brain tumor), then my mothers' first dog Hannah (bronchitis and enlarged heart). Mom was heartbroken when Hannah died at the vets; she had her before her oldest, me, was born. Buddy (cancer) was next. Buddy was my dog, and I went to the vet with him, and he died in my arms. I want to go to the vet with Crystal, but I'm not ready for another dog to go. We had her for less than a year, and it wouldn't be the same without her.
Pets come and go, but they'll always be in our hearts. That's why I want to help at Brother Wolf; to help a dog live a better life.
Madi Moser
P.S. Ozzy is still at Brother Wolf!
Tuesday, April 27, 2010
Post 5: We Are Their Voice
Hi all,
Unfortunately, I was driving home from Virginia yesterday, so I didn't get to volunteer at Brother Wolf, although I did see something in the mall.
While I was recovering from the panic attack I had while getting my ears pierced, my cousins saw a stand that was selling baby sugar bears. Sugar bears are little marsupials that look like baby squirrels that live in trees. They can grow to be about 6 inches long and weigh approximately 4-6 ounces. Sugar bears have skin in between their ankles and wrists, and when spread, they can float on the air and jump from tree to tree.
What angered me was that the poor sugar bears looked barely old enough to be out of their mothers' pouches, and they were being sold as "pocket pets". Being marsupials, if you have a pocket in your shirt, they would snuggle down in and feel more at home with the sound of your heart. Even so, they are being captured from their native rain forest and being sold as pets. Sugar bears only have 2 babies a year, and those offspring are being taken and sold.
These cute creatures may woo you, but ALWAYS look deeper. Think into it before you buy one, because what people tell you may just be the tip of the iceberg.
Madi Moser
Unfortunately, I was driving home from Virginia yesterday, so I didn't get to volunteer at Brother Wolf, although I did see something in the mall.
While I was recovering from the panic attack I had while getting my ears pierced, my cousins saw a stand that was selling baby sugar bears. Sugar bears are little marsupials that look like baby squirrels that live in trees. They can grow to be about 6 inches long and weigh approximately 4-6 ounces. Sugar bears have skin in between their ankles and wrists, and when spread, they can float on the air and jump from tree to tree.
What angered me was that the poor sugar bears looked barely old enough to be out of their mothers' pouches, and they were being sold as "pocket pets". Being marsupials, if you have a pocket in your shirt, they would snuggle down in and feel more at home with the sound of your heart. Even so, they are being captured from their native rain forest and being sold as pets. Sugar bears only have 2 babies a year, and those offspring are being taken and sold.
These cute creatures may woo you, but ALWAYS look deeper. Think into it before you buy one, because what people tell you may just be the tip of the iceberg.
Madi Moser
Tuesday, April 20, 2010
Post 4: We Are Their Voice
I volunteered yesterday and I met Denise, my mentor for the first time. I mostly helped socialize the puppies. Basically, I just went around into the puppies cages and played with them. Only after it was too late did I realize that I would need to wear jeans and a heavy long-sleeve shirt; I got a jagged scrape that just barely broke the skin, scratches all up and down both my arms and legs AND back. Puppies have really sharp claws!
One thing that really pleased me was that as I was walking around filling water bowls, I heard Denise say to one of her employees that one of the dogs had been adopted. Also, there was a sign on a puppies door that one had been adopted on the 15th. The dogs were adorable, so it wouldn't be hard to say no.
Madi Moser
One thing that really pleased me was that as I was walking around filling water bowls, I heard Denise say to one of her employees that one of the dogs had been adopted. Also, there was a sign on a puppies door that one had been adopted on the 15th. The dogs were adorable, so it wouldn't be hard to say no.
Madi Moser
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