Tuesday, February 28, 2006

Washington Post Review of Dealing Dogs

  By Chip CrewsWashington Post Staff Writer
Tuesday, February 21, 2006; Page C01

A dog's trusting, imploring face is a tragic sight if you know the trust isn't going to be rewarded. But that's just the first layer of the tragedy in "Dealing Dogs," a fierce and unsparing documentary airing tonight on HBO.

This 75-minute film begins by informing us that research labs and veterinary schools buy 65,000 dogs a year. Of those, 42,000 come from pounds, shelters and small breeders -- rounded up and sold by what are called Class B dog dealers. "Dealing Dogs" then tells the story of a six-month undercover investigation of the kennel owned by a man described as America's most notorious Class B dealer.


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At the outset, it's 2002 and a young man called "Pete" has arranged for a job at the Martin Creek Kennel in Williford, Ark. As he walks down a very long row of overcrowded pens, certain dogs try to connect with him, pleading for freedom or food or maybe just a little reassurance. But if he's to do his job, he needs to remain indifferent to them and the many hundreds of others he'll encounter there.

All of the dogs are doomed; the only question is how much abuse they'll endure before they die.

(Class B dealers are licensed and overseen by the Department of Agriculture through the Animal Welfare Act, we are told. But officials of Last Chance for Animals, the small animal rights organization that sent Pete on his mission, assert that the USDA does little or nothing to ensure that these dogs are treated humanely. In addition, they say, many of the dogs sold by Class B dealers are stolen pets.)

It's winter when Pete starts his job at Martin Creek. Part of his job is hosing down the pens, which sprays water and filth all over the dogs and their food and leaves them to dry slowly in the cold. Pete cannot let on, but the conditions appall him.

"They have nothing to do but sit in the same pen with three other dogs, fight over food and live in [bleep]," he says. "I mean, they're going cage-crazy."

Filmmakers Tom Simon and Sarah Teale never flinch in their depiction of this hellhole, which federal authorities shut down for good last year, partly on the strength of Pete's undercover work. Some of the footage straddles the line between painful and sickening. Dead dogs, dying dogs, dogs in various stages of starvation, dogs covered with hideous bite wounds, dogs with their ears half-chewed off -- all are prominent in the eye of Pete's hidden camera. Dogs with heartworm are shot so that the worms can be harvested for sale to researchers; apparently they fetch a higher price than the dogs themselves.

Dogs that are deemed to be biters, however scanty the evidence, are put down. We see a perfectly friendly cocker spaniel shot to death for just that reason. After pulling the trigger, the shooter shrugs and says, "Oh well, what the [bleep]." After lobbing the body onto a pile of carcasses, the man cries out jauntily, "Ex-dogs!"

Pete's camera also records visits from "bunchers," who come to the kennel three times a week to sell dogs. Nobody asks where the dogs came from, but given the number of purebreds and the number that look to humans for kindness and caring, it seems apparent that at least some of them were pets.

Bunchers receive $10 to $15 a head -- yes, they use livestock terminology -- and the kennel in turn sells the dogs for about $250 each.

This is hard material, and by the end, the parade of hopeless suffering becomes a strain to watch. It's easier to read about 65,000 dogs coming to various grievous ends than it is to watch just one of them wincing and limping through open wounds and malnutrition, and this film shows us many scores of victims.

There's a double sense of hopelessness here, of course: Pete and his allies are striving to bring about proper care for dogs that are going to be sold for various forms of research.

"We knew there were horrific things that go on at the experimentation labs where these dogs go to, but we didn't expect to see that here right at the kennel," he says.

In other words, it's a kind of half-victory they're seeking -- some trace of decent care before the later, seemingly inevitable terrors begin.

The film is poky in places; we could take Pete's search for housing on faith and dispense with his tour of the trailer he settles on. And the legal marathon that ensues after his evidence is presented to the authorities comes at us in rather tedious detail. Clearly the filmmakers wanted to honor this mission, but their methods do a minor disservice to the documentary.

That said, if you have felt the trusting-searching-adoring glow of a dog's eyes -- one of life's very special joys -- you might take a vital interest in the endeavors of these dedicated animal lovers. Just be aware that watching this powerful film could make you awfully, achingly sad.

Links

LCA - Last Chance for Animals  Or  http://www.lcanimal.org/

This is the website for the animal rights group that helped with the investigation into the Class B dog dealers.

Documentary

I watched this documentary on HBO last night.  It was so sad.  It's called Dealing Dogs.  It was all about Class B dog dealers.  They sell dogs to laboratories and university's for testing.  The kennel they had these dogs in was disgusting.  They were keeping at least four dogs per cage.  They didn't get enough food or water.  Lots of dogs died either of starvation, being attacked by other dogs or were killed by the workers at the kennel.  An animal rights activist from Last Chance for Animals was able to go undercover at this kennel.  I don't know how he did it.  I would've killed those assholes after dealing with all their shit.  At one point in the documentary, you see a small dog.  I don't think he was more than five months old.  The undercover agent went to pet the dog and the guy who was taking him on a leash said not to because he bites.  He then proceeded to slam the dogs face into the ground, where the dog did try and bite him.  He took the dog into the yard and had another one of the guys shoot him twice in the head because he wasn't any good anymore.  It was terrible.  At another point, the agent was getting ready to clean cages and he saw a female beagle in the back of the cage, he assumed she was dead until he saw her eyes darting back and forth, she was in shock.  She had been attacked by the other dogs in her cage.  He proceeded to tell one of the guys that the dog needed medical attention and he said he'd given her something but not to worry, she'd be dead in the morning.  He was right.  She was still in the back of her cage and had died sometime in the night.  The USDA is supposed to check up on these kennels to make sure that the animals are under humane conditions.  The agent witnessed a visit by the USDA... they did nothing.  Reported no violations.  After recording over 700 hours of video, he turned it into the USDA.  It took them several years but they eventually prosecuted.  The owners were forced to pay over quarter of a million dollars, could face up to 1.2 million in penalities, were forced to give up their 700 acre farm and could face up to 10 years in prison.  I've seen a lot of cruelty documentaries but I think this was the worst one yet. 

Sunday, February 26, 2006

Sickly

Jamine's sick, Shawn's sick, I'm sick.  My house is a science experiment.  Over the weekend, Jasmine was bad enough that we had to take her to the doctor.  She was coughing and throwing up.  I was worried she would dehydrate.  The doctor we saw said it was the flu, I think it's something else.  I've had the flu, this isn't the flu.  It's not quite that awful feeling.  Just a lot of coughing and phlegm.  She's been a little more cranky than usual but not too terrible.  It looks like Christmas in our living room.  Everyone bought her toys to try and make her feel better so there are new toys every along with the boxes they came in.  I wish I got toys everytime I got sick.  All I get is popsicles.  =)

I swear, Jasmine will never get any teeth in.  She still just gums everything to death.  It would be much easier to introduce her to new foods if she had some chompers to eat with.  She's recently learned how to wave bye bye and she actually said it to my brother today.  Whether she was saying on purpose or not, I don't know.  He was walking out of the room at the time.  She's also trying to say Kitty.  Once and a while when she pulls herself up, she'll let go and see how long she can balance.  It's only a matter of time now.

Wednesday, February 22, 2006

"Eye" Faint

*Gasp*  I can't believe how long it's been since I've posted anything on here!!  We've all been sick on and off this month so nothing terribly exciting has happened.   

I had an eye exam today so I could get a prescription for  glasses and contacts.  This wasn't the first one I've ever had so I knew what to expect.  The tech put numbing drops in my eyes and then proceded to take the pressure in my eye.  As soon as that thing touched my eye, I felt like I was going to pass out.  Normally, I can feel it coming on but not this time.  They had a nurse come and take my blood pressure... it was 78 over 36.  My husband said he's seen animals on the side of the road with a better pb.  I got to sit there forever even though I kept telling them I was fine.  The doc says it happens a lot more than you would think.  She says some people just have really sensitive eyes and as soon as they try to take the pressure in the eyeball, it causes and immediate drop in blood pressure.  Wonderful, another thing that makes me pass out.  My eyes are -150.  That's a lot worse than they were the last time I had an eye exam. (at least 8 years ago)

I think Jasmine has a cold.  She's had a fever for a few days.  It hasn't went over 100.1 and she hasn't seemed too uncomfortable except at night while she tries to sleep.  She woke up about every half hour last night.  In other words, I woke up every half hour with her.  Hopefully, it's just a little cold and nothing more.  The last few days she's started to walk down the table while she's holding on.  She went right from crawling to trying to walk around.  Before long I'll been running after her through the house.

Wednesday, February 8, 2006

Still in pain

Years ago I was told I should have my wisdom teeth removed asap.  I ignored them since I have a terrible fear of needles.  (at least the kind that go into my veins or put drugs into my body)  About four days ago, I began having pain.  I looked in the mirror and saw that my upper left wisdom tooth was coming in funny and completely cutting into my gums.  I made an appointment for today and had some xrays.  They showed that my upper wisdom teeth are going directly into my jaw bone and my lowers are going into my molars.  Now, I have to have surgery to have them all removed.  I have a feeling it's going to be worse than if I'd just went in and had it done years ago.  I was told that I wouldn't be able to take care of my daughter for a day or two after they are removed.  Hopefully I can make the appointment for a Friday so that my husband is home.  Otherwise, she'll pick that day to be a screaming monster from hell and I'll feel like shit and still have to deal with her.  The last few days she's been great so the screaming monster should be coming out soon.  Any way, I'll still end up with the needles, only it will be a needle putting me to sleep and I'll end up more sore than I would've had I just went in and had it done when I was told to.  Nice job dummy.

My husband went to cash his tax check today.  On his way he encountered an idiot in a red ford ranger.  The guy was cutting people off and just driving like a dick.  He tried to cut my husband off on the on ramp to the bypass but he couldn't get around.  Once on the bypass he dropped back a way.  But once my husband went to get off on cleveland, he was back on his bumper.  When my husband pulled into the bank, he pulled in behind him, got out of his truck, and tried to hit my husband in the head with a nightstick.  Then when my husband couldn't get his door open (he was in the drive thru and the door was hitting the brick pillar) he called him a bitch and tried to hit him again.  Big man calling my husband a bitch when he's the one who had to bring a weapon and my husband couldn't even get out of the car.  I'm glad he couldn't because they both would've ended up in jail.  I would be glad in they could've caught the idiot in the ranger but I would've been pissed as hell if my husband had gotten arrested.  Of course the cops didn't catch him and the license plate came up with nothing.  (saying there was no such plate)  The cop said you're screwed but we'll write a report anyways.  So if you know an idiot in a red newer model ford ranger.  Tell him he's a big damn man.  And my husband would've kicked his ass, had he been able to get out of his truck.  He's 5'11, white, bald, medium build, early 30's.  And hopefully we'll see him again so he can go to jail for his roadrage problem.

Tuesday, February 7, 2006

Wisdom

One of my wisdom teeth, that I thought was almost all the way in, has started to move more.  It's trying to grow into my jaw bone.  I've had a pretty steady headache only on the left side of my head for a few days now.  It hurts to swallow, eat, talk, brush my teeth, everything.  I have a dentist appointment but it's not till the end of the month.  If it gets too much worse, I may have to call them back.  We're waiting till we have profit sharing so I know I can have them do whatever the insurance won't cover.  I have at least three cavities (the first I've had since I got my "adult" teeth) and then I think all these wisdom teeth are going to have to be pulled.  At least the vertigo seems to be gone now.

Me and Shawn have to go to our friend Don and Channon's house tonight for a little while to babysit their kids.  I'm not real big on babysitting but they really need us to.  He's got a job interview and she has to work.  I just hope their little boy (2 years) doesn't try to beat up Jasmine.  He's kind of a mean little boy.  He's at that age where he tries to hit everyone. 

Jasmine has learned how to crawl... backwards.  She hasn't gotten the hang of going forward yet.  I think the only reason she gets anywhere is because when she gets on her stomach, she tries to sit up, therefore going backward. 

Thursday, February 2, 2006

The race card

Ok, I'm going to be one of the few white people (NON-racist white people) to say what everyone else is thinking.  Why is it that a black person can miss work constantly, screw up their job repeatedly, and do just about everything you can imagine that would normally get them fired but they get to keep their jobs.  I think it's ridiculous.  I'm so damned sick of the "is it because i'm black" BS.  I was raised to never be racist.  There's no reason for it.  No one has a choice as to what color they are born.  But goddamn it I'm getting sick of this crap.  Why is it that no one says anything?  Why are we so scared what the black guy sitting next to us is going to think if we stand-up and say something.  I've known plenty of black people that will say the exact same things I'm saying here.  And I know some of them who couldn't tell you where the underground railroad went through if you paid them.  Jews were slaughtered by the thousands in the Holocaust.  Do you hear them saying, 'is it because i'm a jew?'  Whites slaughtered native americans, gave them awful diseaes and stole every piece of viable land they had.  Once again, do you hear 'is it because i'm native american?'  The only minority out there that makes a huge deal of race is blacks.  If they didn't bring up the race card every time they didn't get their way, I seriously believe there would be less racist people out there.  By bringing the issue up at every chance, you give racist people all the more reasons to say well that's why I can't stand blacks.  AND they use the N-word to describe each other at any given moment.  I have never in my life, uttered that word.  It's just the way I was brought up.  But I will stand up for what I believe is wrong.  And quite frankly playing the race card is wrong.  Everyone who does it, knows it's wrong.  But they're too lazy to give a shit.  This is the very reason why I could never work in a large facility.  I can't keep my mouth shut.  I would say something and get called a racist, even though I'm not.  If you say anything at all, that's what you're labeled.  My husband brought up this very subject at work once and he was called a racist.  He's not the average white guy, he's Mexican.  He knows that if he put that he was latino on a jobapplication that he'd have a better chance of getting the job but he's always put caucasian.  Why should anyone get an advantage in life because of the color of their skin?  More and more, it seems like anyone who ISN'T black are the people that are getting the short end of the stick anymore.  I never enslaved anyone.  I never agreed with it.  Why should I pay for something I had no part in creating?  And just to clarify, I'm not saying every black person plays the race card or does shit like that at work.  But there is a large handful that do.  A part of me doesn't even want to post this because I can only imagine the backlash I'll receive but if I don't, who will?  Like my brother says, I'm only racist towards stupid people, no matter the color of their skin.