Not Dog Problems….People Problems

Yes!! I agree 100%. BSL DOES NOT work!

Ray the Vicktory Dog


Has no one else noticed that the vast majority of “pit bull” attacks have been caused by dogs running at large?   News flash:  Responsible owners do not let their dogs roam at will.  Bad things can happen when a dog is out on his/her own.  And owners who care about their companions don’t take this chance.  The sheer fact that these dogs are unsupervised and uncontained should be the first clue that this is an owner issue.

Unlike the BSL fanatics, I don’t believe we have a breed problem.  I think that we may well have a people problem.  According to the study released a couple of years ago, the main causative reasons for serious and/or fatal dog attacks had little to do with breed…but much to do with human failings.

  • Dogs running at large
  • Dogs chained or kenneled in the yard with little or no human interaction
  • Dogs who are untrained
  • Dogs…

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People have got me thinking lately. There are so many people living so many lives. Good people. Bad people. Rich people. Poor people. People from all over the world.  So many different belief systems. So alike and yet so different in so many ways. What’s really got me thinking about them is this controversy over trophy hunting and the death of Cecil the Lion. It’s a tragedy on so many levels. I don’t agree with hunting at all. Unless you are hunting for survival because you would die without having to hunt, then I am sorry but I don’t agree with it. I don’t think it’s a sport. Tracking and killing an animal to mount it’s head on your wall? Sure, you may eat the meat, but parts of the animal go to waste. Unless you live in remote wilderness and use every part of the animal. But that is different.

This post isn’t about hunting though. It’s about people. People and what they believe that they are entitled to. People who make hundreds of thousands of dollars tend to live a good life. It’s debatable as to whether those lives are happy or not, but they tend to be able to live comfortably. Many don’t think of the waste they produce. Or, if they have children, the people they’re creating. Now I know that not all children who have parents with money are spoiled brats. But there are those out there that are. Sometimes it’s not even the children who are brats, but the parents. Then again, there are people who are less fortunate who don’t dwell on their situations and make the best of all they have. On the same token, there are those less fortunate who sit around blaming society, their parents, or whomever for what they lack. What is it about the world today that has created such beings?

Why does humanity seem to lack the actual human part of the word? There are people out their who exemplify the very essence of being humane. Those selfless beings that give what they can and do no harm, never asking for anything in advance. I am aware that these people exist and that there are many of them. But lately I seem to notice the ones who aren’t so…pleasant. The ones who lack a certain patience. Manners. Kindness. Decorum. Basic human interactions. Has this happened because in this world of computers and smartphones, iPads and tablets that we have lost the art of being connected? I feel like it is. The more I find myself on my phone, the more I forget about what’s going on around me. That’s a scary thing. Being so “connected” with technology draws me away from what is important. It makes me numb. It makes me crazy. I start to lose more of myself the more I engage in those glowing screens.

Thankfully, I still know how to carry on a conversation with someone when they are face to face with me. I can still write a sentence with actual words and not shortened letters that would make no sense if I wrote them in a letter or birthday card. Thankfully. I can also live with being attached to my phone. Secretly (or not so secretly) I sometimes am relieved when I forget my phone at home. I don’t always text message people back right away and I know it makes them crazy. But you what makes me crazy? The fifteen messages people send you if you don’t answer right away. Chill already! If it’s that important, maybe you should call me. Otherwise. I am not an on-call emergency doctor. I don’t need to answer the second I get  your message. Yes, I will get back to you. Eventually.

But this entitlement to having everything we want and having it NOW is ridiculous. No one is entitled to anything. People need to relearn patience, hard work, and how to NOT always get what they want. Because sometimes, when you don’t get what you want, something better comes your way. Other times it doesn’t, and that should be okay too.

People of all walks of life would benefit from being less entitled and more aware. Aware of what? Simple. Aware of everything.

Update! I’m still here!

I am officially a certified dog trainer! Yay me! I’m quite proud of this accomplishment. The course I took may not be the best out there, as there are a few people I have heard from in the doggie rescue/ training world that they didn’t like it. For me, it was a good introduction to dog training and all that is K9. I think I lucked out in who I got to teach me in my externship. My mentor trainer has over 15 years experience as a vet tech and behaviourist. I’ve learned the basics in my test books, but my mentor trainer has helped me put what I have learned into practice and has taught me so much more than what I learned about in my manuals. Once I have some teaching under my belt, I definitely want to continue my education and plan to seek out more courses that’ll help me in my journey as a trainer/behaviourist. If anyone has any recommendations, I am totally open to them!

What else have I been up to? Mainly just working at Waggytails and Bedouin Beats, but I love every minute of both. The summer has been hot, but good. It’s rare that we get it a super warm summer, so I’ve been enjoying it. Spending lots of time with my pup and that’s my favourite thing to do! Nothing means more to me than Landon and he always bring me joy. Even when he is being a poop-head! But he’s my poop-head and I love him!

What else can I say? I’m really happy with how my life is going right now. And I want to continue on this path. I feel fulfilled.

I hope you do too!

Dogs who Stand for Something

These dogs are my heroes! They deserve all the love and happiness in the world! I can’t imagine the horror they went through and I will never understand it. How can anyone look at an innocent animal and put them through the unimaginable anguish that these dogs suffered is beyond my thought process or even my wildest imagination. I am so thankful that their lives were spared and that they are ambassadors not only for their breed, but for abuse sufferers who have been the worst and have come out the best!

To the Vicktory Dogs, each one of you has my heart. I may never meet any of you, but you will always carry a piece of my heart and my soul. I love you all!

Ray the Vicktory Dog

blog squeaker oscar Squeaker and Oscar. Two Vicktory Dogs who became the best of friends.

A couple of weeks ago, Ray and I were invited to address college students from across the country who were spending spring break volunteering at the sanctuary.  They were gathered to attend a workshop presented by Ledy Van Kavage (Best Friends attorney extraordinaire!) on Breed Discrimination laws.  Ray and I were the opening act. It was an opportunity to educate people about pit bull type dogs, and a reminder that not everyone knows the full story.

In April of 2007, a young man named Davon Broddie was arrested on drug charges.  At that time he gave his address as a home in Surry County, Virginia, which belonged to his cousin, Atlanta Falcon’s Quarterback Michael Vick: the NFL’s highest paid player.  When a search warrant was served to look for additional drugs, the police were surprised to find a large number of dogs…

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Graphic language and ranting rambles ahead. Tread carefully, but don’t complain to me. I don’t care.

I am so tired. Tired of the senseless torture, maiming and violence that is inflicted upon the innocent beings in this world. My soul feels like it’s dying. It probably is. What really angers me is the approach that “these people need help” and “let’s educate them on what’s right and wrong.” No. This overly politically correct world that we live in is a farce. I am all for helping those who truly need mental help and educating the ignorant, but some people are beyond both. Some people need to experience “eye for an eye” justice. And yes, some of those people are twelve year olds.

The pathetic excuse of being a juvenile delinquent is disgusting. If you can torture and abuse an animal or a fellow human being for “fun,” you do not deserve to be in public. Ever. You deserve to have done to you as you have done to them. Do I believe in God? Not anymore. Why? Because I don’t
believe in having a being around at “Judgment Day” to give these assholes their due. They need punishment now. And they need it severely. Like life behind bars. Taxpayers going to whine about it? Fine, send them my way. You can pay for my jail sentence when my brand of justice is handed out. And believe me, my brand of justice will make Charles Manson look like Santa Claus.

This world needs to wake the fuck up. This world need to change. And this world needs me to get off of it because I cannot stand to be on it anymore. (And for those of you who think I’m going to do something to myself, get over it. Not going to happen.) I just want off of a planet that justifies these atrocities. Wake up world. Isis isn’t going to kill you, but your ten year old neighbour with a fetish for microwaving his cats might.

CHANGE Canada’s Laws Regarding Those Convicted of Animal Cruelty Under the Criminal Code!!!


Obviously I am an animal lover. Those who know me or follow me on Facebook and Twitter can attest to this. I’m always talking about my dog, someone’s cat, a pig, a tiger, or what-have-you. This year I don’t want to be helpless. I don’t want to witness acts of cruelty, neglect or violence towards animals go unpunished. And by punished, I don’t mean a small fine, a short jail sentence, or worse, no action by the law at all. Cruelty towards animals has got to stop. Numerous studies have shown that those who abuse animals, especially young people who abuse animals are more likely to go on to commit crimes against humans. Torture and abuse against humans always emits a cry from us and a rampage that demands justice. Why should animals be any different? Do they not feel the cold? Do they not feel hunger? Do they not feel pain? To answer these all I need to do is shake my head yes. YES! They most certainly do!! Why are the laws so slack? Why are they not enforced? Why is it so hard to make sure that atrocities don’t happen to non-human, sentient beings? I don’t understand this.

This year, I won’t be helpless. This year I am taking action. I have printed off a petition that WILL be sent to parliament. A petition that WILL have thousands of signatures from across the country. This petition is calling on the powers that be to actually listen to the people of Canada and change the current laws that protect non-human beings. In protecting them, we protect ourselves. Enough is enough with these politically correct statements about people needing help. Perhaps if there were real laws with real punishments that hold people accountable then maybe things will start to change. I will not be powerless anymore. I have a voice and I choose to use it to speak up for those that cannot speak for themselves. I am asking you all to join me. Stand up. Make your voice heard!

I have a petition that you can sign, or if you are willing to help my cause, then click this link and print one out for yourself! Please also join the Animal Cruelty Legislation page on Facebook to keep up with all the developments and information regarding this petition and others.

I thank you and more importantly, so do Canada’s animals.


Just Playing a Waiting Game

Seems like that is what life is all about. Waiting. Sometimes I don’t actually mind, as I am usually not in a rush but there are times when delays are so frustrating. Like right now. Sitting in the Calgary airport waiting for my flight to San Francisco. It’s been delayed. By four hours! If it were one or two, I wouldn’t be too cranky about it. But considering we weren’t sure if our shuttle connecting us was gonna make it on time, a four hour delay is four hours too long!

I guess it’s better to wait for on my way to somewhere rather than on the way back. Traveling home always feels like it takes longer even if it is the same distance.

Better late than never I’m told.