Showing posts with label help dogs. Show all posts
Showing posts with label help dogs. Show all posts

Thursday, October 6, 2011

The stray dogs need our help in this world

It's hard out here in these streets, especially on overcast days like today. Dog days of summer, y'all -- gray and humid and shit. Everything's crazy and I'm really going through it. I'm lost like a motherfucker. It's been two weeks since the shit went down. I lost my bitch, best friend and my life, all in one moment.


God can't be this cruel. I miss my bitch so much. We were finally gonna drop our first litter. And I wasn't gonna be like these other dawgs all running from bitch to bitch dropping shorties all around town. That ain't me. I loved that bitch, we could communicate, she was my boo. I trusted her.






I ain't even look back. I'm saying...these streets are fucking hard. At the end of the day, you need to look out for yourself. That's just the way it is. We lose peeps all the time -- some straight up get run-over; some get adopted, right off the street. Shit. Most get locked up. Dang. We've all been locked up. Many find homes yet wind up back on the streets anyhow.

But this time was different; something happened inside County. A distemper break-out spread like Contagion and those motherfuckers at County put every dog down. Just like that, son -- a holocaust. Word's all over the street. Fuck. I'm trying to be strong but under this fur I'm crawling in my skin.



They shot my dawg with a tranquilizer and he fell against the curb like dice in a C-low game. I seen that shit like damn. I wanted to help, but then I seen Jake roll up on my bitch and I was like nah, that ain't happening. I turned to the dog catcher, but then the other Jake busted some caps on me so my dog-eat-dog instincts kicked in fast and I just started running.




We were rolling in Little Haiti -- NW Second Avenue and the 50s, owning the block, just chillin' -- doin' what we do. Then that dog-pounding Jake rolled up on us like what. Out of nowhere, two of them. We split, ran like the wind.



I don't know -- this ain't right. I understand shit changes, dogs change, mentalities change. But what the fuck comes next? I'm kicking it the last week with some homeless dude at Margaret Pace Park -- it's easier to get food with a human -- but this motherfucker is mean. He kicks me and tries to intimidate with fear. I only stay cause I'm hungry and lonely. 

Thursday, September 29, 2011

We need to help stray dogs require little effort

If you have ever been to Turkey before, you must have noticed the stray animals population in Turkey is very very high. Unlike most of other countries, this is an usual situation. There is a law, 5199, which is supposed to protect animals, and which suggest to neuter the stray dogs and cats and put them back to streets. Government has foreseen the end of the population by avoiding new births. However, we can’t say that it works.

There are shelters mainly for stray dogs all over Turkey. But, since the local municipalities, left those shelters’ administration into private companies, and since those companies want to profit, nutrition and healt care in those shelters are minimum. They want to reduce the costs to raise the profit. That’s why, volunteers in Turkey try to take care of the animals in need.




However, most of the time, it’s not possible to take care of those animals in apartments. Neigbours are complaining because of the smell and noise. Our family is one of these volunteers. We had to move from our apartment in city center to a more isolated district to be able to continue to take care of the animals in needs, mainly cats. 


In our house, we have been taking care of more than 200 stray cats and dogs since 5 years. Most of them are diseased, paralyzed, and blind. Or they are too old to live neither in the streets or in a shelter. Sometimes, baby animals without mothers, sometimes animals who need long term care, sometimes animals whose owners are dead are broght by other animal lovers.




We are in need of continous support in order to provide those animals healthy life conditions, better foods, and of course medical help when needed (especially medical help is very much needed because we do not accept healthy animals in our house, we indeed accept those who are in need of help and who cannot stay alive on the streets). This kind of volunteer work can not be afforded by one family, obviously. Although we are doing our bests to fulfill their needs, the quality of food and medical help.
That’s why, we are asking for your support. Even small amounts can make difference. You really don’t have to donate at all, just buy from our Affiliate Amazon Store and we earn commission while you save. Be assured that every cent would be used for the benefits of the animals living in our house.