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Name: Tessa
Country: United States
State: Ohio
Metro: Bryan
Birthday: 5/1/1990
Gender: Female


Interests: dog trainingvolunteeringdog rescuereading
Expertise: dog behavior
Occupation: Kennel Hand


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Wednesday, October 01, 2008

RIP Duce





Duce was by far the most lovely, friendly, stable, well mannered, loving pit bull I have ever come across. He was as perfect as pit bulls come. Absolutely no dog aggression, no cat aggression and no food aggression. He loved people and he was gentle in nature. He was the kind of dog that I would have adopted in a heartbeat if I could have. He was the kind of dog that would turn people's opinions of pit bulls around in a blink. He was a rare kind of shelter dog, one that you do not come by often. But Parvo had to take his life.

Everyone at the shelter was prepared to save your life. God had other plans. Run free at that rainbow bridge buddy, for that is FAR better a place than I could have ever found for you.




Friday, September 26, 2008

Newborn Kittens! *pictures*

Backstory:
Their mom was a feral, wild cat that had been trapped in city limits and brought to the humane society. We had not known she was pregnant, and Sunday morning when I had gone into work that morning, we saw her giving birth in her litter box! In [i]clumping[/i] litter! So the first two(not more than 45 min old, were covered in litter that was drying and clumping hard to their wet bodies. We couldn't leave the babies or the mom in such conditions, so we had to get the catch pole to noose the feral cat around the neck from a safe distance, and pin her to the back of the cage as I reached in to steal away her babies. I cleaned them up with a warm wash cloth, clamped and cut their umbilical cords, removed any remaining fluid from their mouth/lungs, and dried them. When all was said and done, we had struggled with the feral cat (mid-labor) and gotten her into a plastic, enclosed crate WITHOUT a litter box to continue giving birth and feeding her two already born kittens.

Well... she was feral. Wild, through and through. I had my scent on those kittens, and she wanted NOTHING to do with them. She ignored them, wouldn't feed them. We gave her the benefit of the doubt and thought that she may just be feeding them when we weren't around, but she still would not feed them when we covered her cage with a blanket to make it darker and put her in a quieter room. Then, in the middle of the night she threw her babies out of the cage and onto the cold, hard cement floor. That was the last straw.

Now I'm taking care of the litter of kittens. I've had them since they were about 2.5 days old, and they are now 5 days. There are 4 females, and 1 male.

Here be the babies:



Vendetta - Grey & White, Split Face - Male
http://i264.photobucket.com/albums/ii176/WCHSresQtwins/Cats/Foster%20Kittens/DOB%209-21-08/vendetta.jpg
http://i264.photobucket.com/albums/ii176/WCHSresQtwins/Cats/Foster%20Kittens/DOB%209-21-08/DSC03517.jpg

Trist - White & Grey Tiger - Female
http://i264.photobucket.com/albums/ii176/WCHSresQtwins/Cats/Foster%20Kittens/DOB%209-21-08/trist.jpg

Zowie - Black & White, White Face - Female
http://i264.photobucket.com/albums/ii176/WCHSresQtwins/Cats/Foster%20Kittens/DOB%209-21-08/zowie.jpg
http://i264.photobucket.com/albums/ii176/WCHSresQtwins/Cats/Foster%20Kittens/DOB%209-21-08/DSC03501.jpg

Lilly - Solid Dark Grey Tiger - Female
http://i264.photobucket.com/albums/ii176/WCHSresQtwins/Cats/Foster%20Kittens/DOB%209-21-08/Lilly.jpg

Amari - Black & White w/ Blaze on Face - Female
http://i264.photobucket.com/albums/ii176/WCHSresQtwins/Cats/Foster%20Kittens/DOB%209-21-08/Amari.jpg

Group shots:
http://i264.photobucket.com/albums/ii176/WCHSresQtwins/Cats/Foster%20Kittens/DOB%209-21-08/DSC03509.jpg
http://i264.photobucket.com/albums/ii176/WCHSresQtwins/Cats/Foster%20Kittens/DOB%209-21-08/DSC03499.jpg
http://i264.photobucket.com/albums/ii176/WCHSresQtwins/Cats/Foster%20Kittens/DOB%209-21-08/DSC03533.jpg


Wednesday, September 24, 2008

What Your Socks Say About You
You Are:

- Quite cuddly
- Downright adorable
- Truly kind
- Infinitely patient


Not that blogthings actually truly mean anything, but when I took this blogthing out of boredom and came back with this answer, it reminded me of the episode yesterday.

Yesterday I was called awful, horrible names and made out to be a murderer. I was attacked in every direction, including others trying to tell me that I do not love animals, I am callous towards animals, and that I personally am a low life simply because my educational goals go no further than veterinary technician. I was described as closed minded, full of myself, and malicious and unkind to people.

Isn't it weird how people can be so far from the truth? That their view and perception could be so tainted and misled? I'm not an animal lover? I don't have passion for them? I'm a low life because I have a passion for helping animals and want that to be my career? If nothing else, at least I can use this experience as amusement.

Why was I called these things and treated so horrible? Because I work in a shelter, that despite my huge efforts to save the lives of animals, that when there is no more space left, we are left no choice but to humanely euthanize the least adoptable animals. Because I know the most about behavior and perform all the behavior assessments, I'm often the one that has to choose which ones go first, either because they failed their test, or simply because they've been at the shelter the longest and are far from highly adoptable. Nevermind that I always try my heart out to find rescues for such dogs. Nevermind that no matter how hard I try, sometimes rescues simply just do not have the extra room either. Nevermind that when the inevitable has to happen, I am the one to apologize to that animal and give it as much love as I possibly could; I am the one to give it a kisses, hugs, and butt scratches as one final ounce of affection. And I am the one to cry myself to sleep, have nightmares, lose sleep, suffer through depression and burn out, and fight to continue to save lives, no matter how hopeless it seems.

I was labeled the murderer. And by who? None other than a person that I know for a fact does not volunteer at shelters. None other than a person that does nothing but bitch and pin it all on us shelter workers. Someone that doesn't lift a finger to help the animals, but will tear down someone that works DAILY to save these animals lives, and suffers the heartache and feeling of failure when I cannot.

People are so incredibly warped and backwards. And the worst part is that the person that said these things I had thought to be a friend, and is supposedly an educated dog owner that competes with her dogs as well. It is different when an ignorant, asshole who doesn't even know you says such stupid things. But when a 'friend' that should KNOW about the animal overpopulation issue and taht we have no choice, when that person turns against you... well, you have to fight real hard to keep your trust and hope in people. It's easy to love animals. It's hard to love most people.


Monday, September 22, 2008

What a weekend

I don't think I have gotten a break all weekend.

Saturday morning I got called into work. Worked for 11 hours before I finally got home. And when I got home, I had more work to do. I had to upload and resize photos to place on Petfinder, and had to email and speak to more rescues about pits at the shelter. After that was all done.. Saturday was also the boyfriend's birthday, so we celebrated with his family and friends. *I* was supposed to take him out and treat him to dinner, but I was so exhausted I ended up with a headache and we opted to stay home that night.

Come Sunday, I have to work again. I had to leave by 6:30 to clean the kennel at the vet office, and then go to the shelter. I was supposed to only work the morning shift at the shelter, but I ended up staying all day. And what a day it was. First thing in the morning, I'm late to the sheler because cleaning the kennel at the vet's took a bit longer than expected. Not more than 10 min into cleaning the main cat room(for healthy, vaccinated, adoptable cats), a coworker called me into the intake room.. a cage door was open, and a feral cat was missing. I had been bitten not more than a few months back, and I wasn't going to make that mistake again. So we got another coworker as well, collected some heavy duty gloves, a kennel leash, and the catch pole. The cat was hiding under one of the cages. I had to manage to manuever it and get the noose around the neck in very cramped quarters. We finally were able to drag it out(with a tremendous fight) and shove it back into its cage.

But that wasn't all... we look up to the cage above it, and there is another feral cat.. giving birth... in her LITTER box. Clumping litter + placenta + kittens = NOT good. The mom wasn't cleaning the babies so I knew in the cold shelter they'd get chilled, they had hard clumping litter all over their bodies, and they were still wet with the umbilical cords attached. So, we got the catch pole, gloves, and a kennel leash. Got the kennel leash around her head, got the catch pole, had to pin her to the back of the cage while I took her babies to put them in a litter box with blankets in it to take them to the tub room to get the litter off of them, their cords cut, and get them all dried off. And we had to fight with the mom to get her into a carrier and out of her litter box to finish giving birth. That was a battle, I tell you. All said and done, she had five kittens total. She did end up actually taking care of the last three all on her own(because they weren't covered in litter like the first two), but she is now back to trying to abandon her babies now that she's in a bigger cage in the intake room. Right now it is looking like we may keep the mom alive for 1-2 weeks just so that the kittens will have more chance of surviving, then euthanizing the mom and either finding a surrogate mother, or fostering and bottle feeding them.

and that day we also got in two more littler of kittens only about 4 weeks old covered in fleas - and even more adult cats, which means its about time we have to clean house again. which always makes the job more stressful and sad

Oh, but that's not the end of it. Right now my shelter is in terrible financial situation. We have 9 pitbulls I had hopes of getting most sent to rescue. Six of those nine were 8 week old puppies.. they have coccidia. We don't have the funds to treat them, but they are getting treated, which is ridiculous. And to top that, our most highly adoptable, sweetest, most perfect pitbull I've ever met has Parvo. We don't have the funds, but we are treating him as well. If I had to make the decision considering our financial problems, I wouldn't treat him. It just isn't smart. But I love him and part of me is glad he is. But it is creating a HUGE burden on us kennel hands who have to try and keep everything bleached down as to not spread it. OYE!

Have I mentioned that I'm exhausted and have a back ache?

Lol... and the vet and vet techs were worried about burnout at the vet office's kennel!? Ya right.. that place is heaven compared to this.
 







Oh, and don't let me also mention that both pit bull rescues that I had been in contact with are NOT replying. And because of the very strict guidelines I would like to place on adopting out pit bulls, they would all be very hard to adopt out. But to just get them out of the shelter, I suspect those guidelines will not be followed adn these dogs will go to homes taht are questionable and less than responsible, further adding and helping to give pit bulls a bad name in Ohio.

ARGGG.. I just need a break. A break that I am not going to get. And it certainly doesn't help that my shelter seems to be going further and further into the PIT and will NOT change or listen to "the voice of reason". I mean, come on. If we are honestly in so much trouble that it is possible the shelter won't even be up and running in a year's time, they better be open to change. Just so far.. I don't see anything happening. And it is frustrating as hell.


Wednesday, September 17, 2008

Remember When?

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=73j-H8jgQSs



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