reading .
http://paintbrush12.com/pet/
excellent articals on breeder s and ethical practices is
http://www.woodhavenlabs.com/articles…
list of more articles:
http://www.woodhavenlabs.com/breeding…
more info here:
http://www.stoppuppymills.org/
http://stoppuppymills.org/frequently_…
http://www.prisonersofgreed.org/
http://saveabull.com/2008/the-myth-of…
http://health.howstuffworks.com/how-t…
My Name Is Sam
My Name Is Sam
After I was discharged from the Navy, Jim and I moved back to Detroit to use our GI bill benefits to get some schooling. Jim was going for a degree in Electronics and I, after much debating, decided to get mine in Computer Science.
One of the classes that was a requirement was Speech. Like many people, I had no fondness for getting up in front of people for any reason, let alone to be the center of attention as I stuttered my way through some unfamiliar subject. But I couldn’t get out of the requirement, and so I found myself in my last semester before graduation with Speech as one of my classes.
On the first day of class our professor explained to us that he was going to leave the subject matter of our talks up to us, but he was going to provide the motivation of the speech. We would be responsible for six speeches, each with a different motivation. For instance, our first speech’s purpose was to inform. He advised us to pick subjects that we were interested in and knowledgeable about. I decided to center my six speeches around animals, especially dogs.
For my first speech to inform, I talked about the equestrian art of dressage. For my speech to demonstrate, I brought my German Shepherd, Bodger, to class and demonstrated obedience commands. Finally the semester was almost over and I had but one more speech to give. This speech was to take the place of a written final exam and was to count for fifty percent of our grade. The speeches motivation was to persuade. After agonizing over a subject matter, and keeping with my animal theme, I decided on the topic of spaying and neutering pets. My goal was to try to persuade my classmates to neuter their pets, so I started researching the topic. There was plenty of material, articles that told of the millions of dogs and cats that were euthanized every year; of supposedly beloved pets that were turned in to various animal control facilities for the lamest of reasons, or worse, dropped off far from home, bewildered and scared. Death was usually a blessing. The final speech was looming closer, but I felt well prepared. My notes were full of facts and statistics that I felt sure would motivate even the most naive of pet owners to succumb to my plea.
A couple of days before our speeches were due, I had the bright idea of going to the local branch of the Humane Society and borrowing a puppy to use as a sort of a visual aid. I called the Humane Society and explained what I wanted. They were very happy to accommodate me. I made arrangements to pick up a puppy the day before my speech. The day before my speech, I went to pick up the puppy. I was feeling very confident. I could quote all the statistics and numbers without ever looking at my notes. The puppy, I felt, would add the final emotional touch. When I arrived at the Humane Society I was met by a young guy named Ron. He explained that he was the public relations person for the Humane Society. He was very excited about my speech and asked if I would like a tour of the facilities before I picked up the puppy. I enthusiastically agreed. We started out in the reception area, which was the general public’s initial encounter with the Humane Society. The lobby was full, mostly with people dropping off various animals that they no longer wanted Ron explained to me that this branch of the Humane Society took in about fifty animals a day and adopted out twenty.
As we stood there I heard snatches of conversation: “I can’t keep him, he digs holes in my garden.” “They are such cute puppies, I know you will have no trouble finding homes for them.” “She is wild, I can’t control her.” I heard one of Humane Society’s volunteer explain to the lady with the litter of puppies that the Society was filled with puppies and that these puppies, being black, would immediately be put to sleep. Black puppies, she explained, had little chance of being adopted. The woman who brought the puppies in just shrugged, “I can’t help it,” she whined. “They are getting too big. I don’t have room for them.”
We left the reception area. Ron led me into the staging area where all the incoming animals were evaluated for adoptability. Over half never even made it to the adoption center. There were just too many. Not only were people bringing in their own animals, but strays were also dropped off. By law the Humane Society had to hold a stray for three days. If the animal was not claimed by then, it was euthanized, since there was no background information on the animal. There were already too many animals that had a known history eagerly provided by their soon to be ex-owners. As we went through the different areas, I felt more and more depressed. No amount of statistics, could take the place of seeing the reality of what this throw-away attitude did to the living, breathing animal. It was over overwhelming.
Finally Ron stopped in front of a closed door. “That’s it,” he said, “except for this.” I read the sign on the door. “Euthanization Area.” “Do you want to see one?” he asked.
Before I could decline, he interjected, “You really should. You can’t tell the whole story unless you experience the end.” I reluctantly agreed. “Good.” He said ” I already cleared it and Peggy is expecting you.” He knocked firmly on the door. It was opened immediately by a middle aged woman in a white lab coat. “Here’s the girl I was telling you about,” Ron explained. Peggy looked me over. “Well I’ll leave you here with Peggy and meet you in the reception area in about fifteen minutes. I’ll have the puppy ready.” With that Ron departed, leaving me standing in front of the stern-looking Peggy.
Peggy motioned me in. As I walked into the room, I gave an audible gasp. The room was small and spartan. There were a couple of cages on the wall and a cabinet with syringes and vials of a clear liquid. In the middle of the room was an examining table with a rubber mat on top. There were two doors other than the one I had entered. Both were closed. One said to incinerator room, and the other had no sign, but I could hear various animals noises coming from behind the closed door. In the back of the room, near the door that was marked incinerator were the objects that caused my distress: two wheelbarrows, filled with the bodies of dead kittens and puppies. I stared in horror. Nothing had prepared me for this. I felt my legs grow weak and my breathing become rapid and shallow. I wanted to run from that room, screaming.
Peggy seemed not to notice my state of shock. She started talking about the euthanization process, but I wasn’t hearing her. I could not tear my gaze away from the wheelbarrows and those dozens of pathetic little bodies. Finally, Peggy seemed to notice that I was not paying attention to her. “Are you listening?” she asked irritably. “I’m only going to go through this once.” I tore my gaze from the back of the room and looked at her. I opened my mouth to say something, but nothing would come out, so I nodded. She told me that behind the unmarked door were the animals that were scheduled for euthanasia that day. She picked up a chart that was hanging from the wall. “One fifty three is next,” she said as she looked at the chart. “I’ll go get him.” She laid down the chart on the examining table and started for the unmarked door. Before she got to the door she stopped and turned around. “You aren’t going to get hysterical, are you?” she asked, “Because that will only upset the animals.” I shook my head. I had not said a word since I walked into that room. I still felt unsure if I would be able to without breaking down into tears.
As Peggy opened the unmarked door I peered into the room beyond. It was a small room, but the walls were lined and stacked with cages. It looked like they were all occupied. Peggy opened the door of one of the lower cages and removed the occupant. From what I could see it looked like a medium-sized dog. She attached a leash and ushered the dog into the room in which I stood.
As Peggy brought the dog into the room I could see that the dog was no more than a puppy, maybe five or six months old. The pup looked to be across between a Lab and a German shepherd. He was mostly black, with a small amount of tan above his eyes and on his feet. He was very excited and bouncing up and down, trying to sniff everything in this new environment. Peggy lifted the pup onto the table. She had a card in her hand, which she laid on the table next to me. I read the card. It said that number one fifty three was a mixed Shepherd, six months old. He was surrendered two days ago by a family. Reason of surrender was given as “jumps on children.” At the bottom was a note that said “Name: Sam.”
Peggy was quick and efficient, from lots of practice, I guessed. She laid one fifty three down on his side and tied a rubber tourniquet around his front leg. She turned to fill the syringe from the vial of clear liquid. All this time I was standing at the head of the table. I could see the moment that one fifty three went from a curious puppy to a terrified puppy. He did not like being held down and he started to struggle.
It was then that I finally found my voice. I bent over the struggling puppy and whispered “Sam. Your name is Sam.” At the sound of his name Sam quit struggling. He wagged his tail tentatively and his soft pink tongue darted out and licked my hand. And that is how he spent his last moment. I watched his eyes fade from hopefulness to nothingness. It was over very quickly. I had never even seen Peggy give the lethal shot. The tears could not be contained any longer. I kept my head down so as not to embarrass myself in front of the stoic Peggy. My tears fell onto the still body on the table.
“Now you know,” Peggy said softly. Then she turned away. “Ron will be waiting for you.” I left the room. Although it seemed like it had been hours, only fifteen minutes had gone by since Ron had left me at the door. I made my way back to the reception area. True to his word, Ron had the puppy all ready to go.
After giving me some instructions about what to feed the puppy, he handed the carrying cage over to me and wished me good luck on my speech.
That night I went home and spent many hours playing with the orphan puppy. I went to bed that night but I could not sleep. After a while I got up and looked at my speech notes with their numbers and statistics. Without a second thought, I tore them up and threw them away. I went back to bed. Sometime during the night I finally fell asleep. The next morning I arrived at my Speech class with Puppy Doe. When my turn came to give my speech. I walked up to the front the class with the puppy in my arms. I took a deep breath, and I told the class about the life and death of Sam. When I finished my speech I became aware that I was crying. I apologized to the class and took my seat. After class the teacher handed out a critique with our grades. I got an “A.” His comments said “Very moving and persuasive.” Two days later, on the last day of class, one of my classmates came up to me. She was an older lady that I had never spoken to in class. She stopped me on our way out of the class room. “I want you to know that I adopted the puppy you brought to class,” she said. “His name is Sam.”
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how to tell if your breeder is responsibe:
You want ALL these to be “yes”
1. Are the puppies born on the premises?
2. Does the breeder insist that the puppies be at least seven weeks before being placed?
3. Did the breeder seem happy that you are asking questions?
4. Did the breeder ask you lots of questions? Questions about your
lifestyle, family, experience with dogs and other pets, why you wanted
a dog? Did you feel a bit like you were applying for a million dollar
mortage?
5. Is the breeder a member of a breed club?
6. Are the sire and dam each at least two years old?
7. Were both sire and dam tested for genetic health before the breeding?
8. Does the breeder have information on the health testing of most of the immediate relatives of the sire and dam?
9. Did the breeder volunteer information on the health testing, and volunteer proof?
10. Does the breeder offer a guarantee against genetic health problems at least two years long?
11. Did the breeder ask you whether you planned on breeding?
12. Does the breeder make you feel comfortable calling for advise?
13. Did the breeder go over some of the problems some people have with the breed?
14. Is the dam a family pet (meaning does she live in the house as part
of the family)? (For that matter does the breeder know what a “dam”
is?)
15. Have the puppies been introduced to children? To other animals?
You want ALL these to be “no”
1. Did the breeder state or imply that puppies would be arriving from off premises? (e.g. shipped in soon)
2. Will the breed agree to sell a puppy less than 7 weeks old?
3. Was the breeder reluctant to answer questions?
4. Did the breeder seem to be defensive in answering questions?
5. Does the breeder charge different prices for dogs with or without papers?
6. Does the breeder claim the dogs are purebred but unpapered?
7. Did the breeder claim that his or her lines were entirely free of health problems?
8. Does the health guarantee require that you return the puppy?
9. Do you feel pressured into buying a puppy? Do you feel like the
breeder is trying to “sell” the puppy (as in persuading you to buy)?
A responsible breeder
1) Breeds for a reason — to improve the breed.
2) Each litter is carefully considered before being created.
3) Any animal used for breeding is thoroughly checked for health problems before being bred.
4) Any animal used for breeding is proven in some way to have the
abilities and other characteristics essential to the breed.
5) Keeps at least one puppy in each litter for his/her breeding program (otherwise, what was the purpose of the breeding)
6) Thoroughly evaluates potential puppy buyers to be sure each puppy is put into a good home
7) Requires that puppies not to be used for breeding be neutered.
Encourages all puppy owners to test their puppies for various health
probelms and report them back to the breeder so that the breeder has a
broad> as well as a deep knowledge of what is in his/her lines.
9) Takes back any dog he/she ever bred if that dog looses its home
10)Is honest about the various setbacks their breeding program may have suffered.
11)Is deeply knoweldgeable about the breed’s, history, original purpose, weaknesses and strengths.
12)Is willing to refuse to sell a puppy to a family that is unsuited to the breed.
13)Provides advice, feedback, and other help to people who have purchased a puppy from him/her.
14)Is willing to recommend to a family that adopting an adult dog of
the breed might be a better option for them and helps them find a
rescue group.
Here are my definitions:
Puppy mill.
-Medium to large operation whose only purpose is to sell dogs at a
profit. -Will sell to anyone. Will sell to
wholesalers/brokers/bunchers.
-Do not do health checks on parents (OFA, CERF, etc.)
-Do not care about temperament, genetics, conformation, or health.
-Operates as cheaply as possible to maximize profits. This often means
vaccinations and veterinary care are either very poor or absent.
-I personally suspect any facility that has more than one or two different breeds.
-Facilities can be clean, but more often are not.
-Dogs show little to no socialization.
-Pedigrees are not available.
-Health Guarantees, in the rare instance they are offered, are
usually fraudulent (i.e., guarantee for 3 months for all defects, when
hip dysplasia cannot be entirely ruled out until the dog is 24 months
old).
Backyard Breeder.
-Thinks “purebred” = quality and health.
-Breeds for reasons such as, “I thought she would be more fulfilled if
she had puppies.” “I wanted the kids to see the miracle of birth.”
“She’s purebred, and I thought I could make some money.”
-Backyard breeders usually hope to make some money, but they are not purely profit minded. They are just ignorant.
-Again, there are no titles, no pedigree offered, no knowledge or
thought of genetics or testing for genetic defects in the sire or dam.
-Some backyard breeders can be educated.
Suspect a puppy mill or backyard breeder when:
-The breeder asks you no questions.
-The breeder is offended by questions you ask.
-The breeder cannot offer proof of genetic testing of sire/dam.
-The breeder does not want you to see their kennel.
-The breeder shows you one or two puppies only, does not allow you to see either dam or sire.
-The sire/dam have no titles (Ch., obedience, tracking, agility, etc.)
-You can smell the kennels as you get out of your car.
-There are many breeds available to choose from.
Reputable breeders.
-Will ask you a lot of questions.
-Will expect you to ask a lot of questions.
-Will be honest with you about both the best and worst parts of their breed.
-Will try to determine if their breed is right for you, and may steer
you in another direction if they think their breed is *not* right for
you.
-Will provide you with pedigrees, genetic test results.
-Will show you the dam and (if possible) the sire.
-Are not motivated by profit.
-Are motivated by the love of their breed.
-Breed to improve the gene pool of their breed.
-Are active in showing/obedience/hunting/agility, etc.
-Will want to keep tabs on you and your dog for the dog’s life.
responsible breeder
breeding
breeders
#2, being Hannah volunteers at the humane socity i figure she’d have some knolege of the hoorable petover population problem
beign that i DO volunteer at our HS and have taken and placed fosters .
i know this intemetly what happens BECAUSE of back yard breeder and puppymills,’
ANY time you give money to a Back Yard breeder or puppy mill you encorage them to keep breeding.
there are over , 290 yorkies listed on petfinder that need homes .
that is JUST one website there are countless more in rescue.
a breeder insiting on breeding an untryed puppy, for cash , is NOT in any means responsible .
http://woodhavenlabs.com/breeding.html
and you have no idea how horrable a thing it really is till you have to
hold an animal that is beign put to sleep due to lack of space or
watching it die in the gas chamber.
why are these things bad , you may ask?
lets review the current overpopulation problem mostly caused by Back yard breeders and the puppymill industry.
stop puppymills
was this done first?
selecting a dog
did you talk to the local rescues ?
Flordia rescue
Flordia rescue
Flordia rescue
Flordia rescue
Flordia rescueYorkshire Terrier Rescue Network, Inc.
Flordia rescue/ breed club
Breeder referral:
Gloria Robinson
(321) 255-4972
.
Rescue Referral
Nancy Douse
(561) 333-3420
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General Character And Temperament
The Yorkshire Terrier is a small dog with a big attitude. This is a dog
that will one minute happily snuggle on grandma’s knee, delicately
eating digestives and the next minute leap through the air and tear
after the neighbour’s Rottweiler, promising to show it who is boss.
Yorkies are terriers after all, and will protect their territory
valiantly. The Yorkie is an affectionate dog but not naturally good with children. If a Yorkie is brought up with children or exposed to them as a puppy, it should be fine. However, children need to understand that the Yorkie has small bones that break much easier than most toys.
Supervision is highly recommended.
Yorkshire Terrier
Coat Length
Medium/Long
Grooming Requirement
Every Day
Trimming
Occassional,
Requires Professional Groomer
True
Grooming
As a pet, the coat needs to be
brushed daily using a brush and comb to ensure all tangles are removed.
The topknot especially should be taken down, brushed out and redone.
Leaving an elastic band in for days will destroy the coat. Hair under and around the tail should be checked for faeces.
The teeth should also be brushed daily, as the small mouth leads to overcrowding and a tendency to teeth decay.
Once mastered, the daily grooming should take no longer than 15 minutes.
Bathing should not be done more than once a month.
Colour
The typical colouring of the Yorkshire Terrier is blue and gold. The
blue is a steel blue, often lightening to grey with age. The gold
should be a rich tan.
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