Sunday, December 14, 2008
Such a Thing as Bad Publicity
My well-kept secret of a breed is on the verge of notoriety, through no fault of its own:
Puppymill Raid In Ballantine, MT
Video, Maps, and the search warrant
There is not much that I can say at this point.
Read that exactly as written. There is not much I can say.
Occasionally I fall to weeping, though.
But this individual has been well-known to the English shepherd community for several years.
As it becomes possible to publish updates, I'll add them here.
Please visit National English Shepherd Rescue for updates, or to donate.
Best breed rescue organization on the damned planet. I mean it. I'd walk through fire for these guys, because they'll walk through fire to do right by these dogs.
Are we now about to become the busiest breed rescue organization on the damned planet?
It's going to be a long, cold winter.
Pictured above is Gary, my current foster. He is also a purebred English shepherd. He apparently lived a life not unlike the one led by the Montana dogs. In six weeks here he's had a broken tooth removed, lived in lockdown while Rosie was in estrus, said goodbye to his testicles, learned how to live in a house and not pee therein, started his obedience training (he's a genius), been schooled on interspecies etiquette by my cat, mastered the mystery of the staircase -- and shown us just what an all-round cool guy he is.
If it's worth saving one, it's worth saving two hundred.
Oh. My. DoG. Two hundred.
And if you are interested in adopting Gary right away, let me know. He'd look great under someone's Christmas tree. He's a relative rarity: an English shepherd with a great pet temperament.