Friday, May 11, 2012

Allegations and Absurdity


The next entry I wrote for “The Dog Logs” was going to be about the foster puppy, Rango, but before I had the time to finish it, something else came along that demanded my attention…

There is a picture that started circulating on Facebook a few days ago of a bloodied and sad little Australian Shepherd. It’s a heart-breaking picture, really. Having sincere concerns for the welfare of this animal, I immediately had questions. How did this happen? WHY did it happen? What kind of injury are we looking at? Is anyone taking responsibility for this?



The picture and its caption were soon spread with adamant intent. The caption varied slightly from person to person with each posting but its general gist was this: “This is what happened when Animal Control picked up Cassie Simms dog!!! This is Auston, he is the nicest dog ever and he was out in their alley yesterday playing with some other dog when animal control picked him up and proceeded to beat him. Those of you that know Auston know that he wouldn’t hurt a fly, this makes me sick to think that anyone could do this to such a sweet dog, or any animal at that. When we went to pick him up this is how his owners found him, his lip was busted, he had a cut on his chest, he was bleeding from his nose, and looked like he had been tossed around. The owners feel like there is nothing they can do about it. The police were called and they won’t do anything about it because animal control is who deals with animal cruelty. We want this story to spread like wildfire. This happened right here in Amarillo, and it’s completely unacceptable. Something needs to be done to whoever did this.”

This caption only raised more questions for me. Dogs don’t belong in alleys. Why was the dog in the alley? Had it run out the door of his home or had he escaped his yard? How did Animal Control happen upon this dog? Was his home near where he was found or had he been wandering the streets for days? My next concern was why the people involved automatically assumed the dog had been beaten by Animal Control. The dog could have been in a fight with another dog. The dog could have injured himself while escaping his own yard. There are MANY questions that a rational person would have asked before jumping to that particular conclusion.

Being somewhat familiar with the establishment, I was positive that there is NO person employed by this agency who clocks in every morning with the intention of breaking into someone’s yard and stealing their dog to beat it bloody (which is the FIRST position the owner took – that later changed). The notion is absurd beyond comprehension. Every single person on staff there owns at least one, if not several animals. Contrary to the currently popular circulating rumors, they’re actually employed to help protect animals as well as people because they CARE.

This is going to bounce around a bit because this story has been ALL OVER the place and it's quite confusing, even to me. Please bear with me as I try to piece it together as logically as possible from the information I have gathered.

The night the dog was taken into custody (Tuesday, May 8), the owner told officers that she would be going to the media because of her outrage over the situation. Animal Control had no problem with that because they knew they weren’t in the wrong. She has every right to do so, should she deem it necessary.

On the afternoon of May 9, the head of Animal Control contacted the owner and asked if the dog had seen a vet about his injuries. She was told that if she didn’t have a particular vet she already used that they could recommend some and would happily pay the bill for a full examination including x-rays or whatever was deemed necessary. She already had a vet that she had seen regularly, so it was suggested that she go see the one with whom she was already familiar. Animal Control also contacted the vet and asked for a full medical report upon completion of the examination because if there WAS any sign of abuse from one of the officers, action upon said officer would be taken swiftly. The vet soon reported to the owner of the dog and to Animal Control that the only injuries found were several cuts in the mouth and a slightly swollen jaw, consistent with any animal biting a staff. The vet also advised there was no wound on the dog’s chest as stated in the caption. The animal displayed no tenderness or soft tissue damage indicating that the animal had been abused in any way.

I soon found a page on Facebook that had been created for the incident at hand: “Justice for Auston.” (I’m not here to question why the spelling of the dog’s name changed 3 times; I’m sticking with the “O” because that’s what’s been most consistent.) They posted the video of the ProNews7 interview where the dog was happily bounding around the yard, playing with the owner, and with no visible injuries. What WAS visible in the video were gaps in their fencing large enough for a small horse to escape.


As people lined up to bash the government agency for their cruelty, I decided to start asking questions. It was only fair to start with the instigating party, to see if I could get a more fully formed side of their story. If the dog was so severely "beaten" why is he running and playing in the yard? Have you ever seen a scared animal on the end of a catch pole? Have you ever had your tongue pierced? It bleeds a LOT. The wounds could have very easily been self-inflicted and have apparently been confirmed by HER veterinarian as such. Keep in mind there are always TWO sides to every story.”

I know now that these were not the correct questions to ask of these people. The point to the tongue piercing question was that when I was 16 and living in Austin mine was done incorrectly and bled profusely for nearly an hour. I didn't think it was ever going to stop. A frightened animal biting at a metal stick could cause a lot more damage. You could Google a medical analysis, or just read this,: “Mouth injuries are common, especially in children [or dogs], and may involve the teeth, jaw, lips, tongue, inner cheeks, gums, roof of the mouth (hard or soft palates), neck, or tonsils. Sometimes mouth injuries look worse than they are. Even a small cut or puncture inside the mouth may bleed a lot because there are many blood vessels in the head and neck area.” Thank you, Cigna Medical Care.

After logic evaded the “Justice for Auston” group once again, I added that their own posting began with the phrase, "An Amarillo dog-owner is breathing a sigh of relief after it was confirmed by a veterinarian that her dog was not abused by Animal Control officials." I continued asking questions. “Then why the tirade? What justice does she want? I'd think she'd want a fence that isn't full of holes. Not ONCE have I seen anywhere that the owner took responsibility for HER dog being out of HER yard.”

As suspected, the Shea-bashing continued. Rikki Lynn Nicole Quaas replied, “wow seriously ^^^^ thats just insane.... and complete bs. NO DOG SHOULD LOOK LIKE THAT WHEN IN CARE OF ANIMAL CONTROL, and if the "catch pole" is such an obviously horrible way to capture an animal, then WHY USE IT!!?? and not to mention they knew where the dog belonged and instead of getting the owner and returning them home they leave a note???? and catch and "BEAT" an animal that cant speak up. Plus we all heard side 2 to the story ....”

First of all, why am I insane? For suggesting that the owner take responsibility for having inadequate fencing? Lemme 'splain a little something to you. The owner was clearly not home at the time of the incident. Do you expect the Animal Control officers to break into her house to leave the dog inside? No. Should they have put the dog back into the yard from which it just escaped? No. If they had done so, the dog would have easily been able to escape again and what then? Get run over by a car? Is THAT better for the dog than taking it into custody? No.

After this, a young gentleman by the name of Jake Hudson decided to toss another spit wad in the bucket. I'm not here to call Jake a bad guy – he's clearly passionate about the situation, although it would seem slightly misguided. It's obvious he cares about the dog and its well being. He's just not willing to look at any view point other than his own.


@Shea if you read, there was more than a bitten tongue. The dogs nose was bleeding and had cuts. I understand there are two sides to the story, but when you look at the FACTS, regardless what you think you can not ignore the fact that they left the dog in the kennel to bleed. Im about 99% sure if that was your dog, you wouldnt go "oh the pound didnt do this cuz the vet says so".


Actually, if I didn't SEE any wounds on my dog, I certainly wouldn't invent them. And if I should have my dog inspected by a professional of my choice who agrees there are no additional injuries, I wouldn't be seeking an attorney to sue someone over something that didn't happen and demanding that everyone who was called in to help (because of MY mistake) lose their job because of incompetency.


Jake continued, “Obviously if the dog was bleeding from the nose, there would have been some type of blunt force trama. If you watched the video, the director blamed that on the stick they used. Oh please that thing was plastic, likelyness that the dog was close enough to the officers to hit it on the nose is ridiculous.”


Again, I have to point out some inaccuracies. The poles are metal. The dog doesn't have to be in close proximity to the officer in order to bang his nose on it. The point is to keep the dog AWAY from the officer. If you think this is physically impossible, you've clearly never watched an episode of Animal Cops. If that's still too much effort, you could just take a gander at this video which PROVES the possibilities. I know your attention spans are short, so just skip to the 50 second mark. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kVuC8LHiM3A


Oh dear mother of pearl, he's still talking. “Also Shea, this has nothing to do about her lack of responsibility. We all understand that things happen, dogs get out. But when it looks like the dog was beaten and thrown in the kennel is unjustifiable. You cant remotely consider taking there side on that, if not you dont deserve to have a dog.”


Actually, yes, it has everything to do with her lack of responsibility. And I can forgive the grammatical errors and misspellings to an extent. But to say I don't deserve to have a dog? Them's fightin' words. And it's not stopping there! “Also, i have had my tongue pierced and no it does not bleed alot ;)” I'll give you the grace of assuming you've been misled up until this point but now I can without hesitance call you a LIAR.


For some reason, I continued to beat my head against a virtual brick wall. “I work with animals every day. I am a teacher, a trainer, a reader, and a writer. Too many people are using emotion in the place of logic here. Is it not standard practice to notify an owner if their dog has been picked up? Yes. That's why they left the note. Obviously, the owner was not present when this occurred. Why was Animal Control called concerning the animal in the first place? What did the owner SEE happen to justify - aside from what a veterinarian has already disclosed - the accusations of abuse? What state of panic, aggressive or otherwise fearful as is its natural instinct, was the dog displaying at the time? How long was the dog in Animal Control's possession before the owner arrived? You shouldn't be angry at someone for having questions. I don't want to see any animal hurt when the situation could have been prevented - I care for them as much as anyone here. All I want to know is the WHOLE story. That shouldn't offend anyone rational.”

Here comes Rikki Lynn Nicole Quaas. “There was no questions asked by you. You made a blatant statement suggesting the animals injuries were self inflicted. And absolutely no animal should ever be returned to the owner looking like that ... No matter how long it is in animals cares control. Not EVER. Call whomever you like irrational, fact of the matter is if you see this picture and hear both sides of the stories which we all have and you still want to place blame on a defenseless animal then I don't even have any more to say ...that pretty much says it all. anyway.... enough outta Shea ....”


I pointed out that there were indeed TEN previously asked questions, none of which were answered. You can't say that both sides of the story were clearly represented, then turn around and accuse the news station that the owner went to of somehow providing a cover-up. It can't be BOTH. According to the owner and her friends, the TV station is lying, the newspapers are lying, the veterinarian of HER choice is lying, and of course Animal Control is lying. Everyone BUT the owner is at fault. These people are making my brain tired. I give up. If the people on this side won't answer my questions, I'll ask them elsewhere.


The entirety of my day has involved investigation of every aspect of the events which Cassie Simms has personally deemed newsworthy. Her outcry for “justice” while running to every media outlet in town is what made this information public. I didn't get into this looking to take sides or pick a fight. All I wanted to know is WHAT HAPPENED.


And this is what happened:


It was reported that several male dogs were wandering loose in an alley near Cassie Simms' home. A resident nearby owns a female Boxer who happened to be in heat. The woman who owned the boxer – and had her contained safely in her yard – called Animal Control to have the excess animals removed because they were also acting aggressively to other residents who were trying to use their alley.


At approximately 4:10, the first officer arrived at the location and quickly assessed he would not be able to handle the situation on his own and called for back up.

The people who know Auston well say that he is a very friendly dog and never aggressive towards anyone he knows. This persona can change dramatically when a male dog is trying to mate with a female in heat. In addition to this, he was also being pursued by people he didn't know who were trying to take him away from “sexy time.” In this instance, a dog would be naturally aggravated. That's just science. If you disagree, feel free to look it up.


It took both officers several minutes to corner Auston and contain him with a staff, also otherwise referred to as a “catch pole.” Once he was secured on the staff, he continued the aggressive behavior and attempted to attack one of the officers. This is another reason for the implementation of the staff. The animal fought and bit the staff from the location of his capture, all the way to the vehicle into which he was loaded. Even with the additional protection of padding on the end of the staff to help prevent injuries, he wound up biting his own lip and tongue, and banging his nose on it.


At approximately 5:55, Cassie Simms arrived at Animal Control demanding the return of her pet and accused “someone” of opening her gate to allow her dog to escape or that Animal Control had trespassed onto her property in order to steal the dog from her back yard.


Before I continue, let me show you some pictures of her “gate” and you can make your own decision as to whether or not this scenario seems plausible.



Where else could an Australian Shepherd – whose breed is known for their acrobatic skills - have possibly had the opportunity to Shawshank his way out of there? The more sensible question to pose would be, “Where did he NOT have the opportunity?”





At approximately 6:05, the officer returned to Animal Control with Auston secured in his unit. He was advised that the animal needed to be cleaned up before giving him back to the owner. Both the officer and his supervisor made several attempts to clean Auston up. The more they tried, the more aggressive the animal became, and the more he bit the staff and kept injuring his lip. In fact, he was SO aggressive that even Mrs. Simms could not contain him and had to wait for her husband to arrive before they could leave with the dog.

I'm not here to say who's right and who's wrong, but you can clearly see where my suspicions lie.

I should also add that the ConnectAmarillo.com article containing the previously debated video ended thusly:

Results of the examination concluded the dog did not suffer any type of injuries from any sort of abuse.

Cassie said she is content with the outcome and glad her dog was not abused.
As for Auston, Cassie said he is doing fine and getting back to normal.
She said her family now plans to upgrade their fence to ensure their pets do not escape again.”



Yet the fight continues because justice has still somehow been avoided. Justice for WHAT!?

Here's what I want you to ask yourselves: Which story makes more sense to YOU?


Friday, May 4, 2012

Life's the Pits


I started doing volunteer work at the Amarillo-Panhandle Humane Society the first week of March this year. It began as a requirement in order to gain my certification from Animal Behavior College. I waited until the last week I was still taking classes to cram in my 10 necessary hours and was more than happy to finally have it over with. Frankly, the place was depressing and by my second day out there I broke down in hysterics, tears streaming down my face, announcing I would never return.

Well, I returned. The same week I started my hours at the Humane Society (which shall henceforth be referred to as HS), my sister-from-another-mister, Jena (and just so it sounds right in your head while you’re reading this, it’s pronounced like “Gina”), became the new Executive Director there. She's got a heart as big as Texas, and I have yet to meet another person whose passion is greater than hers when it concerns the welfare of animals. She's a doer, not a talker, and she's inspired me to be the same. As long as I'm being honest, I'll admit she's guilted me into 1/2 of it whether it was intentional or not. Knowing she's up before 5:00 in the morning every day makes it a LOT harder to hit the snooze button until noon with a clear conscience.

Some time in December, Jena and I started making plans to win the lottery so that we could open a Pit Bull rescue and rehabilitation sanctuary for the Texas Panhandle since that doesn't really exist anywhere closer to here than Dallas. We both own Pits and know they can be incredible dogs (and have been historically noted as such) but we’re also painfully aware of the stigma surrounding them because of the selfishness and stupidity of human kind. We started sorting out legal papers, figuring out how to screen potential adopters, looking at and pricing plots of land, imagining blue-prints, and all sorts of shit. Needless to say, we never won the lottery and real life eventually got in the way. Actually, not winning the lottery didn’t really hinder our dreams altogether… we just got veered in a different direction.

About the time Jena was being hired as the Director of HS, I landed my training position at Animal Lodge. I teach group classes twice a week now, and work the Camp & Train (which is essentially a 2 week doggie boot-camp) “students” on a daily basis. We both kind of got our dream jobs. Neither one of us really imagined the term “dream job” would include being covered in shit, piss, blood, vomit or any other number of natural bodily functions regularly, but we couldn’t be happier.

One day Jena called me and said the HS board had revisited its previously applied policies and finally approved the implementation of the adoption of Pit Bulls. After at least a decade of not having been able to rescue this particular breed from the shelters, we were both ecstatic.

Most people should already know (although some seem to not) that this is a decision that requires quite a bit more planning and responsibility than trotting down to the pet store and picking up a cute little Bichon Frise bouncing in the window. (I said they’re cute – save the “I have a Bichon, you racist!” hate mail, please.) Pits need dedication, supervision, training, exercise, proper socialization, adequate fencing, super strong chew toys (don’t even waste your money on the squeaky shit), and LOTS of love and attention. They are NOT yard ornaments. Despite their tough exterior, they’re really quite sensitive – as are ALL dogs. People all too often forget that animals have feelings and it breaks my heart that so many of them need to be reminded of that. “That dog in my neighbor’s yard just won’t quit barking!” Did you take into consideration he might be tied to a tree with no food or water or attention with nothing to do but bark until his plans of escape come to fruition? If that were you in his place, you’d be pretty pissed off too.

Anyway, there’s a huge adoption event that comes through town every year (well, this is the third), North Shore Animal League America’s Tour For Life. It starts in Jersey or somewhere over there and makes stops all over the country. Jena has been preparing for this since she received notification, and about a month ago she called and said she’d pulled a Pit for it. “He’s really sweet; I named him Sparky. I need you to help me get him ready for this adoptathon. Can you give me an hour a day to just come work with him?” She knew I wouldn’t say no. This was our opportunity to prove what our mission had been about all along.

The day I went to meet Sparky he was covered in ticks. Ticks have been REALLY bad in our part of Texas this year and in a shelter, you can’t help but run across them. We put him on a lead and took him out of his kennel to give him a treatment. Jena applied the medicine while I held on to the nylon leash/noose around his neck. To say Sparky was a puller is a gross understatement. I’ve wrangled some damn strong dogs but I was afraid I’d met my match. The lead was cutting into my fingers and I was honestly afraid it was going to come apart at the stitches. The insides of my knuckles were white for a good 10 minutes after I let him go (yes, I probably need to take more vitamins but that’s not the point); it was obvious to me that he’d never been on a leash and if that was the case, he probably doesn’t have any amount of obedience training either. His previous owners made the effort to crop his ears, but not to register his microchip (for that matter, he wouldn’t still be at HS if they’d bothered to come look for him). Sparky had been a lawn ornament. I had three weeks to get this dog trained and my confidence was shaken a bit. This is going to be HARD. But then again, my dog Beau came from essentially the same situation of abandonment and neglect and I got HIM into decent shape, SO keep yer chin up, lil’ camper! It ain’t gonna be no cake-walk but it’s also not impossible.

That night, Jena picked me up and we took a trip to PetCo to pick up the equipment I’d need to work with Sparky. All I really wanted for him was a prong collar, a 30 foot leash, and some treats.

Some people think the use of a prong collar is medieval and cruel. Don’t get me wrong; it CAN be. But it’s also a learning tool and when used correctly CAN be effective. When I was trying to get my dog Beau to walk politely on a loose leash, I tried every trick in every book. I cried at the thought of being a failure; “Some trainer I am. I can’t even get my own dog to stop dragging me around.” *Sniffle*Sob*Snot* I finally broke down and got a prong collar for him. With the correct sizing, fit, placement, and technique, Beau is now doing wonderfully. He still gets excited about every tree on our walks and pulls when I’m not keeping up, but it’s nothing like it used to be. My face is still where I left it instead of smeared across the sidewalk somewhere down the block. {Side note just to make myself clear: Beau is more than ½ my body weight and built of pure muscle. I’ve lost nearly 20 pounds and 2 pant sizes since I started working with him and the other dogs. To take on a dog like him who’s never seen a leash or the inside of a house is work that takes commitment and patience. I saw something the other day that gave me pause… if you’ve got your 2 pound Yorkie on a prong collar, you might want to put him back in your purse and reevaluate your relationship with the Animal Kingdom.}

Every day that I went out to work with Sparky, Jena was usually off doing something selfish like feeding herself or her animals, or at another meeting figuring out how to be better at her job. On day five, I ran into her at HS. When I saw her I said, “Hey, you wanna come see how awesome Sparky is!?” “Yes, I do!” I told her I’d started off with him on a regular leash but by the end of the week I had him on the 30 foot line which was essentially like using no leash at all (but should he run off or get distracted, I still had control). He was smart, eager to please, and did everything nearly perfect in a very short amount of time, especially considering it took a while for him to recognize that “Sparky” was the new sound we were calling him that he was supposed to pay attention to. Over the next weeks, the days we spent together were as much to get him out of his kennel as anything. Run him around, stretch his legs, scratch his belly, then make sure he still remembered his hand signals and what-not. The way he crinkled his nose when he looked up to smile at me was about as delightful as anything I could imagine. He was truly Sparkalicious.



On one of the days that I went to play with Sparky, Jena told me they’d just picked up another puppy and she knew I was going to fall in love with him. “He’s a pit/mastiff mix and we named him Rango.” When Animal Control found him, he had a prolapsed rectum and needed surgery. I learned this via text and replied, “Jesus, his asshole fell out!?” I wasn’t sure what that was all about but when I met him he had little pink stitches in his bottom and a cone around his neck to keep him from bothering them. It was heart-breaking AND hilarious. Then he looked up at me with his little golden puppy eyes and I DID fall in love with him. But I don’t want a puppy… puppies are jerks and pee all over your house. I can’t have him because my house is too small and Beau is enough for me to handle anyway. I found 100 reasons to walk away from this puppy to keep from getting attached to him. Then Jena said, “He’s cute AND he needs a foster home! It’d just be until the adoptathon and I’m sure he’ll get adopted quickly. He’s got special needs and I know nobody will take better care of him than you will. C’moooooon, Shea!”



Shit. Now I have a foster puppy. I guess we’ll see how THIS works out. *Sigh*