My thoughts on age – well, it doesn’t matter.
Why do I say this?
I always talk about inspiring others through the most amazing life journeys, and that by sharing your story you could just be helping another person…
I for one don’t have the greatest past but I am learning to look at my past as a series of lessons that made me a better person today, and will see me improving myself tomorrow and learning and growing through life. Read the rest of this entry
Last week I came out of the closet in a little way… the first time I have even decided to speak about my spirituality.
In the past week I have found that other likeminded friends feel very much the same way. We are basically echoing each other.
I am on a spiritual journey. I am learning and integrating my spiritual life with my passion for animals.
How have I gotten to this point though? Read the rest of this entry
Since Blu became a family member his incessant chewing has driven me to the brink of insanity; to those who know me well, this point is closer than it would seem.
Blu aka Bat Dog, aka The Thief. Some days he could easily double as the bungling electrician or cat litter extraordinaire.
Blu has the innate ability to wait for that instant, a perfectly timed moment that could even be described as clairvoyant, to make his move. Be it that you’ve turned your head instantaneously, or denied him a joy ride in the car; he will take that moment and make full use of it.
I guess it could be the adrenaline that comes with finding the unknown or the ability to open the forbidden Pandora’s Box. No amount of Moelleux au Peanut Butter hooves seem to do the trick.
Without fail he will succeed or he will die trying.
With an introduction like this you must be wondering what transpired at the paws of Master Blu?
Have you ever thought about how fragile life is?
I was beyond stumped last week when I received the news of a sudden passing. When people die you think – they lived a good life, but they were tired; and ill; and it was their time to be pain free . . .
When someone wakes in the morning fine and drops down –
gone – it makes you think. Maybe their passing should be a lesson to us all.
On Friday when I sat in the evening and began to digest news of a passing, I thought, you can take a day without telling someone you care about, that you love them. So I told people. I told them that I cared. Some thought I was drunk. You know what – you don’t have to be drunk to care about someone. I was so emotionally slammed that I nearly went back on my word, and brought back people into my space who I had decided to rather love from a distance. Today I am glad that I didn’t. Read the rest of this entry
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Please read the following story and think about what it means to you. Please do leave a comment at the end. I would like to know what you think.
I really think it fits in well with the other posts I have done recently about love, and giving etc.
“One day something tragic
The woman as usual, left the baby in the “hands” of this faithful dog & went out shopping.
When she returned, she discovered rather a nasty scene, there was a total mess.
The baby’s cot was dismantled; his nappies & clothes torn to shreds with blood stains all over the bedroom where she left the child & the dog.
Shocked, the woman wailed as she began looking for the baby.
All of a sudden, she saw the
faithful dog emerging from under the bed.
It was covered with blood and licking its mouth as it had just finished a delicious meal.
The woman went berserk & assumed that the dog had devoured her baby.
Without much thought she beat
the dog to death.
But as she continued searching for the “remains” of her child, she beheld another scene.
Close to the bed was the baby who, although lying on
bare floor, was safe; and under the bed was the body of a snake torn to pieces in what must have been a fierce battle between it & the dog which was now dead.
Then, reality dawned on the woman who now began to understand what took place in her absence.
Dog fought to protect the baby from the ravenous snake. It was too late for her now to make amends because in her impatience and anger, she had killed the faithful dog.”
How often have we misjudged people & torn them to shreds with harsh words and deeds before we have had time to evaluate the situation?
It is called PRESUMPTION.
Presuming things our way without taking the trouble to find out exactly what the situation really is.
Little patience can drastically reduce major life long mistakes.
Who are you misjudging right now. Take time to get the whole truth.
Please share if you’re touched and
use it as a LESSON.
Reasons why you should adopt from rescue shelters rather than buying from breeders or pet shops.
Please take the time to read this case for adopting from rescue shelters, or at the very least, please share this with everyone you know. We need to stop the murdering of innocent animals because the people who they trust have let them down. Yes it may hurt you to read it but your pain is brief and emotional. Their pain is very real and continuous and in most cases will end in their death. They rely on those who “own” them to do right by them. Their lives hang in the balance. We MUST educate those who are ignorant and punish those who are cruel and selfish. Taking a stand has never been more important than right now.
DON’T BREED OR BUY WHILE SHELTER PETS DIE!
A Letter from a Shelter Manager
Hate me if you want to. The truth and reality hurts. I just hope I may have changed one persons mind about breeding their dog or cat, taking their loving pet to a shelter, or buying a dog. I hope that someone will walk into my shelter and say “I saw this and it made me want to adopt”.
THAT WOULD MAKE IT WORTH IT
I think our society needs a huge “Wake-up” call. As a shelter manager, I am going to share a little insight with you all…a view from the inside if you will.
First off, all of you breeders/sellers should be made to work in the “back” of an animal shelter for just one day. Maybe if you saw the life drain from a few sad, lost, confused eyes, you would change your mind about breeding and selling to people you don’t even know.
That puppy or kitten you just sold or gave away will most likely end up in my shelter when it’s not a cute little plaything anymore. So how would you feel if you knew that there’s about a 90% chance that your dog or cat will never walk alive out of the shelter it has been dumped in? Purebred or not! About 50% of all the dogs that are “owner surrenders” or “strays” that come into my shelter are purebred.
The most common excuses I hear are; “We are moving and we can’t take our dog (or cat).” Really? Where are you moving to that doesn’t allow pets? Did you really not enquire beforehand?
They say “The dog got bigger than we thought it would”. How big did you think a German shepherd would get?
“We don’t have time for her”. Really? I work a 10-12 hour day and still have time for my 6 dogs!
“She’s tearing up our garden”. How about making her a part of your family?
They always tell me “We just don’t want to have to stress about finding a place for her. We know she’ll get adopted, she’s a good dog”. Don’t kid yourself. Face reality : you have just signed her death warrant. Live with that !!
Odds are your pet won’t get adopted and how stressful do you think being in a shelter is? Well, let me tell you, your pet has 72 hours to find a new family from the moment you drop it off. Sometimes a little longer if the shelter isn’t full and your dog manages to stay completely healthy. If it sniffles, it dies.
Your pet will be confined to a small run/kennel in a room with about 25 other barking or crying animals. It will have to relieve itself where it eats and sleeps. It will be depressed and it will cry constantly for the family that abandoned it. If your pet is lucky, I will have enough volunteers in that day to take him/her for a walk. If I don’t, your pet won’t get any attention besides having a bowl of food slid under the kennel door and the waste sprayed out of its pen with a high-powered hose. If your dog is big, black or any of the “Bully” breeds (Pit Bull, Rottweiler, Bull Mastiff, Bull Terrier etc) it was pretty much dead when you walked it through the front door. Those dogs just don’t get adopted. It doesn’t matter how ‘sweet’ or ‘well behaved’ they are.
If your dog doesn’t get adopted within 72 hours and the shelter is full, it will have to be killed. If the shelter isn’t full and your dog is good enough, and of a desirable enough breed it may get a stay of execution, but not for long. Most dogs get very kennel protective after about a week and are killed for showing aggression. Even the sweetest dogs will turn in this environment. If your pet makes it over all of those hurdles chances are it will get kennel cough or an upper respiratory infection and will be killed because shelters just don’t have the money to pay for even a R 100 treatment.
Here’s a little euthanasia for those of you that have never witnessed a perfectly healthy, scared animal being “put-down”
First, your pet will be taken from its kennel on a leash. They always think they are going for a walk, wagging their tails happily. Until they get to “The Room”, where every one of them freaks out and puts on the brakes when we get to the door. It must smell like death or they can feel the sad souls that are left in there, it’s strange, but it happens with every one of them. Your dog or cat will be restrained, held down by one or two helpers depending on the size and how freaked out they are. Then a euthanasia tech or a vet will start the process. They will find a vein in the front leg and inject a lethal dose of the “pink stuff”. Hopefully your pet doesn’t panic from being restrained and jerk. I’ve seen the needles tear out of a leg and been covered with blood and been deafened by the yelps and screams. They all don’t just “go to sleep”, sometimes they spasm for a while, gasp for air and defecate on themselves. Kittens and puppies’ veins are too tiny for a needle so the executioner carries out death by lethal injection by thrusting the needle straight through the sternum into what they hope is the little beating heart. Sometimes they miss and hit the spleen…. the liver. Enough said. And don’t let anyone tell you they don’t do this to baby dogs and cats.
THEY DO!! THERE IS NO CHOICE.
When it’s all over, your pet’s corpse will be stacked like firewood in a large freezer in the back together with all of the other animals that were killed, waiting to be collected like garbage. What happens next? Cremated? Taken to the dump? Turned into pet food? You’ll never know and it probably won’t even cross your mind. It was just an animal and you can always buy another one, right?
I hope that those of you that have read this are bawling your eyes out and can’t get the pictures out of your head. I deal with this everyday on the way home from work. And many of us become alcoholics to drown the nightmares.
I hate my job, I hate that it exists and I hate that it will always be there unless you people make some changes and realize that the lives you are affecting go much farther than the pets you dump at a shelter.
Between 9 and 11 MILLION animals die every year in shelters and only you can stop it.
I do my best to save every life I can but rescues are always full, and there are more animals coming in everyday than there are good homes. The point to all of this?
Don’t buy a puppy or kitten from breeders or pet shops while shelter pets die.
Don’t breed your dog or cat. Have her sterilised. You want your dog or cat to have just one litter for your children to witness the miracle of birth? Then you should be prepared to complete their education by allowing them to witness the miracle of death in the backroom of a shelter.
You never have a problem finding good homes for your puppies or kittens? Visit them six months later to see what happened to them. Still there? Lonely and neglected in a backyard or a happy part of the family and allowed to sleep inside?
When you are old, don’t adopt a puppy or very young dog when there is a good chance that they will outlive you. Rather give an older cat or dog a peaceful home.
Don’t acquire a pet on a spur of the moment or give in to the demands of a whining child. Dogs can live twelve to sixteen years depending on breed, cats up to twenty years. Where will you be fifteen years from now? Taking pets with you when emigrating is not an option because of endless quarantine and costs.
Don’t ever “rescue” a puppy from a man standing on a street corner. By paying him you encourage puppy factories and hamper efforts by animal charities to sterilise township dogs. And what do you do afterwards? Give it to a charity, only to be killed in the end? Or keep it and deprive a shelter dog of a home?
Edited by Blaauwberg Animal Trust
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