Archive for November, 2011

Ace: Starved, Abused and now Murdered

November 11, 2011

Things like this make me regret my membership in the species of Homo Sapiens. Ace, a Pit Bull, found starving and showing signs of abuse, was discovered in an Ace Hardware store. No owner was in evidence though numerous well meaning people tried to claim the poor dog.

Now Ace is dead. Murdered by the ignorance of a ill-considered law that requires unclaimed Pit Bulls be put down after four days.

Pitt Bulls have a reputation that is largely undeserved. The viciousness ascribed to them is typically the result of being trained as guard dogs. Some truly viscous pits are the result of illegal dog fighting. In other words, humans make them into the thing other humans fear, then people blame the dogs for being something they had no say in becoming.

I currently have two half pits in my home. Curtys, a Labrador/pit bull mix has been with me for 11 years. He has never turned on my or anybody I know. He is hell on wheels for cleaning out the varmints of the four legged variety, but gets along with other dogs and the cat. He is the model for the dog mounts on the overleaf of my book “Fuzzy Ergo Sum.” You can see it here:
You don’t have to buy the book to see the cover. Handsome canine, yes? He was my son’s pet and eventually mine when my son joined the army. We take longs walks and he is excellent company.

The other pit mix in my home was rescued from an abusive family by some friends of mine. Hooch, a year old puppy, really, was beaten and abused to the point that he would cringe and urinate if you tried to pet him. Same result if you yelled at him. I have been working with him for about eight months now and he is doing much better. I can wrestle with him, playfully slap him (if you are a dog owner you know what I mean) and pet him without his having an accident. He is affectionate and friendly. Unless you are a squirrel. I take him on the same walks and he hasn’t quite learned that a) he can’t chase squirrels while on the leash, and b) that I prefer my shoulder in the socket.

These are the kinds of “dangerous” dogs this barbaric law protects us from. I would much rather see the owners of these abused and neglected dogs put down. Our own species might profit from removing abusive dog owners from the gene pool.

Frankly, it amazes me that the best friend our species has is so readily dismissed and dispatched. Dogs find bombs, drugs, cadavers and missing people. They aid our visually impaired and can even sence when one of us is about to have a seizure or other medical problem. They keep us company, protect us from harm and even entertain us (do the names “Lassie,” “Bengy” or “Rin-Tin-Tin” mean anything to you?) We repay them by neutering, beating, starving and killing them. Shakespeare nailed the irony most sublimely.
What a piece of work is a man, how noble in reason, how
infinite in faculties, in form and moving how express and
admirable, in action how like an angel, in apprehension how like
a god! the beauty of the world, the paragon of animals—and yet,
to me, what is this quintessence of dust? Man delights not me—
nor woman neither, though by your smiling you seem to say so.

There is a legend that goes something like this: When Adam and Eve were evicted from the Garden of Eden, Got created a rift between man and the beasts. But before the rift became too great, the dog leapt over to stand at man’s side. And has been there ever since.

Pit Bulls, Rottweiler’s, German Shepherds, take your pick. All are as viscous as humans made them. Treat them well and they will respond in kind.

I hope at least a few people in Detroit read this and think about Ace, abused, starved, abandoned and finally killed by the state.

This is too sad to make into a rant.