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March 5, 2009 : 10:04 PM

Emotional remembrance a hopeful beginning for change in North Carolina

By Pam Hay, Best Friends Network Volunteer

Last night a group of animal advocates came together in Raleigh, North Carolina to attend a candlelight vigil in memory of lives lost - in this case 145 canine lives - who were killed through no fault of their own, but because of an unjust law.

Heartbreaking to all involved, the purpose of the vigil was twofold; to mourn the loss of the euthanized dogs, including approximately 70 puppies, as well as to help make sure this does not reoccur.

The event’s message was clear; change the way dogs are treated once seized from fighting operations. Give them the opportunity to be individually assessed by experienced and reputable organizations and give them the chance they deserve - the one that was denied to these innocent victims.

To read the full article, view pictures and video, and find out how you can help in the fight to treat fight bust dogs as the individual victims that they are, please visit:


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Well you could have knocked me over with a feather. It was just so ironic. Today I got to meet Hector, the former Vick dog adopted by Andrew & Clara Yori.

It was an email, in the inbox. All I saw was Vick and Viking in the subject line and I clicked on it so fast it was like a reflex.

Two teams "may be" interested in the rat bastard we pittie lovers love to hate. While San Francisco's coach Mike Singletary vociferously proclaimed that Vick deserves another shot to play professional ball, Minnesota's coach Brad Childress, while they are looking, would neither "confirm nor deny" whether they would be interested should Vick become available.

Deserves another shot? Does not confirm nor deny? Give me a break! Pure and simple it is greed. These people (team owners) could give a rat's ass if Vick is a piece of crap unworthy of my hard earned tax dollars. They got a game to play. Money to make. Sports is big business.

Pure and simple we cannot allow that man to step foot in this state.

What message would Vick in a Viking's uniform send to the creeps of Minnesota whose messes our animal control agencies and rescues have to clean up? To the litters they dump on our state for others to bear the burden to destroy. Because we all know that only 1 of every 600 pit bulls that enters a shelter will leave it alive. And we all know that the life expectancy of a pit bull is 2 years. 2 years!

Let the Minnesota Viking's know how you feel about the possibility of Michael Vick's sorry ass blighting our state: You can send mail to:

Minnesota Vikings
9520 Viking Drive
Eden Prairie, MN 55344

If you want to do some sluething of your own you can find information about theViking's Board of Advisors and Front Office as well as their media partners at the links provided.

As always be respectful when contacting people to express your views. While it is understandable to be angry (thus my sorry ass and rat bastard references), anger does not bode well for effective communication. Be articulate and fair.

We don't want him here. And we don't want to come off as a bunch if crazy irrational Peta-esque nut jobs that people can dismiss with a roll of their eyes.

We defeated BSL, we can defeat Vick.

You can sign the online petition to keep Vick from ever playing professional ball again here.




hector_hapWell the fantabulous Yori's have done it again. Not once but twice now Andrew (Roo)  & Clara Yori of Rochester Minnesota have taken dogs who most would want to dismiss as not worth a pile o' beans and shown the world oh how very wrong they could be. Wallace the pit bull and former Vick dog Hector.

Hector recently took his therapy dog test. The tester was so impressed (and dare I say smitten) that she felt compelled to send off a quick shout out to the folks at Bad Rap to sing her praises about the work Roo has done.

Here is what she had to say:

"I am a certified evaluator for Therapy Dogs International. I just wanted to share with you that I tested and certified Hector as a therapy dog this past Tuesday evening. Our tests are very stringent, both with obedience and temperament, but Hector enjoyed every minute of it and passed with flying colors.

I considered it an honor to meet him and be the evaluator to certify him. What an awesome creature with such a gentle, loving and happy soul. His family, Clara and Andrew Yori, are a perfect fit for him in his fur-ever home.

I rarely test a dog that passes with the excellence that Hector did. I consider that a reflection of what your group did for Hector to rehab* him and what his family has done for him with their continued training program. Hector has a bright future as a therapy dog and I know he will bring an enormous amount of comfort and joy to the people he will serve as a therapy dog. Pretty awesome for a dog that came from his background."

Marcia Fritzmeier
Therapy Dogs International
Certified Evaluator #144


The two week shut down is still in progress. Everything is still going swimmingly. I must confess that Saturday (day 9) I caved on the walk thing.  There  just is not a great way to exercise a beast in your yard in Minnesota in February! With the warm up and subsequent thaw, layers of doo are being revealed to me. There are literally sections of my yard that have been reduced to poop soup. The thought of this zoomie new beast galloping at full throttle threw the bounty of BMs (then going indoors) was enough to send a strong ripple through my resolve. So we walked.

Day 9 was a day of additional moments of weaknesses. For earlier in the day I introduced her to Ike. The old man dog. dscf6708Bitsy was fit to be tied with excitement. She wanted to play and Ike, well Ike wanted to check out her lady business (dogs are really disgusting creatures). Overall it was a success. However, it became glaringly apparent that the Bit needed an outlet. Ike and I just watched the little nut job falling all over herself (literally) to entice him to play.  Ah, not happening.

Then for good measure I tossed in the Chi. Oh boy! Game on! Bitzer wanted nothing more than to bat him about the house. There were times I wasn't so sure the Chi wasn't egging her on. She would be minding her own business and then kapow! she would bum rush him. I mean there is a reason I call him Hella-chi. You just have to see they way he would look at me wide eyed and innocent truly put out by this strange dog's uncouth ways. So we worked on self containment. Something that will be vitally important when she meets the be-atch-tress Debbie. But I'm not worried about it.

Other than those indiscretions I have been carrying on. (I am keeping the walks though!) We continue our routine of crate and rotate. I am still keeping a blanket across the baby gate to avoid potentially crusty glances. The Bit likes to lounge over it though and check out the others. Debbie has displayed unbelievablly appropriate doggie language when they have been able to see each other. Soooooo proud of her! I mean seriously, Debbie just continues to rise to the occasion.

ya-mindI will be happy when it is all over though. The two weeks that is. I hate that I am spending "separate" time between the dogs. Not so much for Bitsy. She doesn't know anything different. And I am swearing by this shut down. I mean the difference in this foster's adjustment and my relationship with Bitsy is pretty incredible.

My beasts though...sigh...what they put up with. I wish they could know what it is they are doing, what part they are playing, when these bedraggled and raucous creatures show up, stay for a while, and then disappear.

Pictured above: First picture: Ike, Debbie & Chi (my beasts); Second picture: The Bit - doesn't she look like she is saying, "ah, ya mind?"

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I came to stay with my foster mama at the beginning of December. Both of us were pretty sure that I would have my very own family by Christmas. I was little, I was cute, I was sweet and I loved to cuddle. Plus who wouldn’t want a brand new puppy that already knew how to do all of her business outside?

I would have been happy with a new mama or a new dad. I would have been happy with kids or without. I would have really liked to have a 4 legged sibling since I love to play and wrestle so much but I would have been just as content in a home with a lot of toys to keep me busy and entertained.

I like my foster mama, my foster siblings and my foster home all just fine, don’t get me wrong, but I just would rather have a forever family to call my own. I was looking for my own people to love and to kiss, my own yard to run in and explore, my own bed to curl up in at night.

While it looks like I won’t get my own family in time for Christmas, I’m still hoping that my family will find me by the New Year or not long after that.

If you’re looking for a dog that bounces when she runs, a dog that gives the best little puppy kisses, a dog with two floppy ears, a playful and energetic little girl check out my profile, I just might be the dog for you. And I’ll be waiting.


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Every foster dog that comes into my home touches me in their own way. Each one is special. Even though I know that I will never forget any of them, I still wanted a place to go when I want to remember and reminisce and a way to share their unique stories. So I started a special scrapbook for my foster dogs when I began fostering. Whenever a foster dog finds her forever home she gets her own page in the scrapbook, complete with my favorite pictures of her and a bio.

Here’s a few pages in that scrapbook that come to mind…

Lucille. Lucille came to me as an adult and the whole animal control experience had left her traumatized. She was constantly trying to hide—in the corners of my closet, under the bed, she’d try to crawl under the seat of my Jeep when we went for a ride. It was obvious that Lucille had had a family at one point and she just couldn’t understand what had happened and where her people were. It took her a bit but she got over this need to hide. Lucille was so easy to like. She was mellow and quiet, shy and gentle. She had no puppy energy left, no need to play or wrestle. All she wanted was someone to cuddle and love her. Lucille found a family with two little girls to give her all the love that she could want for the rest of her life.

Alfie. The dog that never stopped. Honestly. One morning he woke me up by bouncing a tennis ball off my forehead. I’m not kidding. Alfie found a family with three boys and a big fenced yard. Just what he needed.

Lois. The dog with the ears that were too big for her little body. She somehow managed to own the look and pulled it off smashingly. Lois found her new family in a young couple that were looking for a dog of their own to rescue.

Fancy Pants. One of those dogs that through no fault of her own just got passed over and over. She was cute, she was fun, she had no major issues, she just took forever to find her home. Then she found it, only to be returned (again through no fault of her own) three days later. Finally Fancy got a home of her own.

Ellie. This is the only dog that I ever seriously considered failing at fostering. (Besides my Nina) Ellie had one of the familiar pit bull stories. Her brother and she were seized by AC when her person was arrested. She sat at AC for a very long time before being pulled. Ellie was with me for four months. When I got the call that she was being adopted, I couldn’t talk. This one was tough. Her adoption absolutely broke my heart. This is the dog that I think of and wonder about the most.

Little Emme will be the 17th page in my scrapbook as soon as she finds her forever home.

If you ever wonder why people foster, I would love to share with you my scrapbook filled with 17 pages that display why I foster better than I ever could in words. And I can guarantee you that when little Emme finds her forever home there will be an 18th reason just waiting for me to open my home to her.



It's amazing what one can happen upon on the internet. This little gem is just priceless. I am not certain what to think.

University at Buffalo Staff writer Matt Weber balled up to spew what I can only sum up as utter drivel. Here are the highlights:

Why does society put dogs on such a higher level than any other animals? We consider them human when they should be considered what they are: the property of the owner. When a dog does its business on another person's lawn, the person doesn't yell at the dog, they yell at the owner. An owner gets to decide what they do with their property and if Vick chooses to fight his dogs, then so be it.

That's the problem: our culture sympathizes with dogs more than it does humans. Vick lost almost two years of his life and money I could only wish to make because of the lives of eight dogs. Think about it.

Two years. $20 million. Eight dogs.


At the end of the day, Vick is a really hard guy to defend because the rest of society is against him. No one cares about how small of a deal this really is.

When you step back and look at the big picture they are just dogs.

It's as simple as that.

Read his article in its entirety here. What is really disturbing is that this is not a blog post. This crap went by an editor and was actually published!

The Spectrum's editor-in-chief, Robert Pape, can be reached at