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Love Isn’t a Breed

Yesterday morning, the local TV station played a segment about the Albuquerque Animal shelter. Once again, they are nearly at capacity and it can only get worse as spring arrives and more puppies are born. (Spay/neuter your animals, dammit!)

The same day, I came across this threat from the Iowa Greyhound Association, the Midwest’s favorite purveyor of brainless entertainment at the expense of greyhounds’ blood and bones. It’s a sad ploy that attempts to generate a sense of entitlement in greyhound aficionados; the false notion that not only are you entitled to a purebred dog, you should get it cheap.

Look at your pet. Now look ahead to the future and your current pet is gone. You want another greyhound. But all there are to choose from are AKC registered greyhounds and they are like $2,000 for a puppy! They still have some racing in Ireland and Australia, but whoa … JetPets is expensive.

If you aren’t hauling your jaw off the ground, then let me explain why that should be your reaction.

First, the author of this dire warning must have (more…)

Boycott Skechers

What do Skechers and a lamprey have in common?

They both suck.

Here’s my greyhound, weighing in on the controversy (with a little help from me and Photoshop).

In case you don’t know, Skechers is airing a Super Bowl ad that features the loathsome Tucson, Arizona dog track. Using “loathsome” to describe any dog track is, admittedly, like saying shit stinks. All excrement, like all dog tracks, reeks.

But Tucson is one of the worst of the worst. My poor hound came from Tucson, skinny, poorly socialized and with intestinal problems and epilepsy.

In response to protests from concerned citizens, Skechers claims that the ad was meant to be humorous. Hmmm. What next, Skechers? A “funny” advert about dog fighting? Or child abuse?

To get a better look at the hound’s opinion on the matter, click on the image for a larger view.

My earlier rant on greyhound racing.

Race Cars, Not Dogs

In which I ensure that I never sell any books to anyone in the greyhound racing industry.* (*No, I’m not calling it a “sport.”) Like I give three shits.

You would think, given the proliferation of casinos and other forms of gambling, that greyhound racing wouldn’t exist at all anymore. Sadly, there are still a few pathetic fools who spent their money at the dog track, meaning there are still thousands of dogs being bred and fed to the gristmill of racing, every year. Obviously, people who work directly in the industry will defend its practices, claiming that reports of cruelty aren’t typical (they are) and that their dogs are feed caviar and steak every night.

More distressing are the turncoats in rescue groups who support and apologize for this corrupt and inhumane industry. They are the ideological equivalent of (more…)