Puppymill survey

[Homerhomer]

Go to the following link to read or fill out the survey, or to learn more about the organization that prepared it.
http://www.hua.org/Prisoners/survey.html

[Teena]

I voted and I hope everyone else does too!

[rott&pitincali]

I tried 3 times, but everytime I tried to submit it, it created some error. I wonder if it is because I am using my work computer. I will try again later. I hope I can vote!

[rompinrottie]

I did, you can count on me for that one, :D


rompinrottie

[Homerhomer]

Please cross post the link so more people will be made aware of the survey.
Thanks

[DixieGrl113]

I voted and I'm going to cross post to my BARF & Raw lists

[Trinitii]

I voted and did a mass e-mail to all my friends and co-workers hehe.

Trinitii

[babydungeon]

what a terrible reminder of what is still going on somewhere out there. i voted and sent the link to everyone i know. let's keep it going.

[mamameow]

Just finished the survey and will pass along!

[tilerspop]

I voted and will pass it along to all my animal loving freinds

[moonbeam]

I voted too, and will pass along. I visited the store also and bookmarked it for future toy purchases. They seem to have tug toys that MAY last a while with a Rottie!

[Triple Rotten]

voted and will pass along! Toys! I missed that. going back to check! :D

[babydungeon]

this is from a town i used to live in when i was in high school:

http://www.tennessean.com/sii/00/05/11/dogs11.shtml

[babydungeon]

here is a sad story/poem my friend found and e-mailed me. sorry to share this but the more we read things like this the more we'll try to stop it.

A Prisoner of War
By Teresa Maro Rozich

I huddle inside my small cage.
I can barely stand, it's so small, but that is ok,
because the wires of the floor cut into my bare feet when I do.
My skin is raw, and cut, where I've had to lay so uncomfortably
for hours on end, days without end, years that go on forever.
My body offers no comfort, as it's thin, and boney.

I have no bed on which to lay my body.
No blanket to cover me when I'm cold.
No furniture on which to sit.
No private place to do my "business".
No friends to call my own.
I am in Solitary Confinement,
with only myself for company.

My fellow "prisoners" can't help me,
for they too are in total misery.
Their lives are no better than my own.
I often hear their cries in the night.
Cries of pain, cries of sadness, cries of loneliness.

I am hungry, and sick, but my captors don't really care.
I receive no medical attention, as I'm not considered
important in the entire scheme of things.

My children give me a few moments of joy,
But they are taken too early, leaving my breasts filled with milk.
I know a different kind of pain now.
The pain of love lost.
The pain of true misery.

My stomach has stopped growling.
It's way beyond that, as I sit here with the pain.
Yesterday I Vomited blood, as my stomach began to turn on itself.
Today I saw hair falling out by handfuls.
What had been beautiful golden hair is now gone.
Part of me wonders if maybe it will be over soon.

I sit day in and day out, staring into space.
I have no family to remember to give me strength.
I know of no God to worship in times of fear.
I have no love to remember in times of pain.
I have no hope.

I have no hope,
For I am a prisoner of Cruelty.
A prisoner of Pain.
A prisoner of Greed.
A prisoner of War.

For I am a prisoner of a Puppy mill.

Author's note: This is not intended to be a poem, but the author's impressions of what a puppy mill must feel like to the mother dog, the one giving birth to all those "doggie's in the window". While the conditions described here are taken directly from Viet Nam POW reports and compared to True Puppy Mill reports, it is not meant in anyway to take away from what those POW's endured.