Tuesday, December 18, 2007

Open Letter from Tammy Grimes, December 17, 2007

Greetings!

On September 11, 2006, I rescued a dog that was dying at the end of a chain in a muddy yard in a small Pennsylvania town. I was subsequently arrested. A little over a year later, on December 15, 2007, I was convicted of theft and receiving stolen property.

The last year has been the most traumatic and the most inspirational of my life. I have been labeled a "terrorist" a "vigilante", a "publicity hound" and an "anarchist." I have been called a hero. I have been humbled by encouragement and well wishes from people all over the world. I have been attacked in person and in print in my small town, where the prevailing view is that it is fine and dandy to tie a dog to a tree or a dog house and leave it to pace back and forth for year after agonizing year, in skull-cracking cold or 100-degree weather, with nothing but parasites for company.

I don't regret what I did. Not for one second. And when it comes to rescuing dogs and changing minds and laws, I'm just getting started. Here's why.

The dog at the center of all this, a dog we would eventually name Doogie, had been lying in the mud and rain for three days, chained to the dog house he had been attached to for years. He was unable to stand and was pawing the air in desperation. His owners chose to go four-wheeling and to work on Monday instead of getting him the vet help he needed and deserved, but most importantly was entitled to by law. A distraught neighbor had called animal control repeatedly over the course of the three days. But as so often happens, no "humane" officer called back. No one ever showed up. (Surprised? Trust me, it happens all the time, and not just in my town.) The frantic neighbor eventually reached out to me and to Dogs Deserve Better.

What I did next set in motion a chain of events that would eventually garner national attention, the wrath of some, the support of others, and an agonizing trial during which I had to listen to lies and mischaracterization
s for three days: I removed that dog's chain and I took him to the veterinarian. It was all very clear to me as I lifted the emaciated, wet dog into my van. I had been in animal rescue long enough to know that I would probably be labeled the villain while the dog's caretakers wouldn't even be questioned for leaving a suffering dog on the ground for three days, not to mention all the years they tied him to a shabby box in the yard; letting his toenails to grow so long they were curling back toward his pads, denying him vet care when he most needed it.

But I also knew that what I was doing was morally correct. It was the compassionate thing to do. It was the only thing I could do. Time was of the essence. A dog was suffering. I felt he was dying.

In court, it became increasingly clear that our 'humane officer' left me "holding the bag," in this case little more than a bag of bones. He had been offered the dog by me as part of what should have been a cruelty case against the caretakers 2 times on September 11th, but ignored me both times. On the witness stand the officer, in an attempt to cover his own hide, stated he told me and the vet assistants not to remove Doogie from the vets. This is absolutely untrue, and if he had done so I would not have been put in the position of choosing between Doogie's skin and my own.

So, now I'm guilty. Ah yes, guilty of caring about a dog that had been left to die. Guilty of putting myself and my reputation on the line because I can't stand to see suffering. Yes, call me guilty.

At Dogs Deserve Better, we see dogs in horrific situations every day. Sometimes these sad animals are neurotic or aggressive from years at the end of a chain. Sometimes, they are half-starved or have collars embedded in their necks. Sometimes they are dead. So, why go out on a limb for one old dog? Why take a moral stand in this one instance? Why challenge a law, when Dogs Deserve Better has stuck to the letter of the law in almost 1,000 rescues to date?

The answer is simple: because it was the right thing to do. Because our laws regarding personal property and animal welfare are contradictory and archaic. Because Michael Vick can't kill his dogs, but the Arnolds can. Because, at the end of the day, I knew I simply couldn't live with myself if I walked away from that dog and left him to suffer there in the mud.

Doogie blossomed after we got him medical care and showed him a warm bed and a little love. He not only walked again, but actually ambled around with a spring in his step. Imagine. A dog that for many years could not take more than a few steps before being yanked back by a chain, was trotting around a yard and enjoying soft hands and a warm home!

I have no illusions about my life's work. I know some people will never get it. I know some people think "it is just a dog." I know some people consider me the representation of all that is evil because I have compassion for animals and because in one isolated incident, where the clock was ticking and life was ebbing, I took someone's "property" -- property that the owners had for all intents and purposes abandoned on the ground like a used-up piece of junk. But I don't care what my detractors think because I now know that I have more support, more friends, more allies, than I ever dreamed possible.

The support I have received during the last year has made me stronger in my convictions and more steadfast in my work. I know that the vast majority of reasonable, educated, compassionate people believe that it is barbaric beyond imagining to chain a dog for its life. I know that anti-tethering laws will continue to be passed in states, cities and counties across this country. ("No-brainers" a recent news article called these laws.) And I'm going to work harder than ever to make sure that happens.

Five years ago, when I started Dogs Deserve Better, people laughed in my face when I talked about laws against chaining. Today, three states have passed laws that severely limit the practice, as have hundreds of cities and counties, some banning chaining altogether. I know that I will see the day when our society sees tying a dog to a doghouse for 15 years as abhorrent as eating a dog.

Oh yes, make no mistake: times change and morality and compassion eventually triumph over ignorance and stupid, blind habit. Slavery ended. Women got the right to vote. Wife beating is no long accepted. You don't see a lot of kids working in mines or sweat shops anymore. Even dog fighting was made a crime.

I can't help but think about Rosa Parks. We can be sure she never regretted refusing to budge from that Montgomery bus seat. And though I may never be as brave as she was, I'll never regret taking a half-dead dog from someone's yard.

In memory of Doogie. May he rest in peace.-Tammy Grimes, December 17, 2007

To read the press release and view just-released photos, visit the Doogie page. http://tinyurl.com/2t7f2m

PLEASE Join Dogs Deserve Better today! We have a chance to change the future. With your help, we can let the world know animal abuse MUST be taken seriously. Don't sit back and let it happen. If we DON'T stand up, this practice WILL NOT END. Please get involved today.

Sincerely,
Tammy Grimes
Founder, Dogs Deserve Better

Dogs Deserve Better
www.dogsdeservebetter.org
877.636.1408
P.O. Box 23
Tipton, PA 16684

Monday, December 10, 2007

day off

On my private journal. Feel free to email me if you want access.

Saturday, November 24, 2007

What do they say about when something seems too good to be true?

... ahh, yes - it probably is!

Jack's back. Things got a little shaky for a moment and he came back to me after being adopted out. Better now than later after he got attached, but still ... I'm disappointed since things seemed to be falling into place for him with finding such a good home.

Apparently not though.

After explaining his fear of new men and making the plan to bring him home after the holiday when it would be quieter (due to the fact his new family was having all their family over for the holiday), Jack's new parents apparently invited a bunch of people over within like 24 hours of bringing Jack into their home - he growled at a male in-law that stood up by him quickly and that was it - they wanted Jack out!

I told them he was beaten - it's evident by his destroyed eye and yet I guess they weren't understanding enough to work through it, to correct it and show Jack they aren't the people who did that to him. I tried to talk to them, get the story, see what could be done, but they just weren't understanding of what had happened and my gut feeling was: get him out! I mean, they invited a bunch of strangers over before Jack even got to know or trust them and the new house. That's just not smart at all even if you know the dog - let a lone a brand new one with a history like Jack! Poor Jack...

Friday, November 23, 2007

Cancer sucks

It took my aunt, it's taken my dogs and now my rescue friend's cancer is back and it seems to be very advanced. It's affecting her eyes now and she's waiting for a bed in ICU at the hospital to get on a medication she reacts very dangerously to, but it's killed her cancer before. She's tried many, many ways and avenues to heal and get better - it just keeps coming back. I'm worried about her. She's one of the sweetest women you can imagine, vegan/vegetarian, cat lover and genuinely good person.

I'm eating pickles while my cats are all bugged out in my room. My parents brought up Little Dani and Dorie tonight. Neither of them have ever moved before ... so they were hiding out under my bed.

I threw some cat nip around, sprayed some Feliway and put food out for them. It was the food that seemed to do the trick. :) Only for a moment though - then back under the bed.

Sunday, November 11, 2007

moved!

I'm here at my new place - the on-site dream job (no driving necessary). The internet is working more on than off though I haven't been able to receive messages on AIM for some reason. I'll ignore that for now and at least be excited I can be on here and such. I'm quite excited overall. Tomorrow I start my job and hopefully all goes well. My aunt bought me some real cute scrubs and I'll be working both shifts tomorrow, I think, training mostly. So long as I don't get bitten, I'll consider tomorrow a success. I'm keeping my fingers crossed for some hot delivery man - mail, UPS, food - something to tempt me! Hahaha.

Everything's not unpacked yet, but I took some pictures and I'm really excited to be here.

"What lies ahead I have no way of knowing ~ But under my feet, baby, grass is growing" -Tom Petty

Friday, October 19, 2007

Pink or Blue and other matters too

Ah, I'm much more of a blue girl myself and I'd have even settled with like green and yellow or pruple and yellow, but my rescue volunteers have seemed to blaze ahead full steam with pink - lots and lots of pink!

I'll be the first to admit I LOVED that barbie pink cage we found for sale, BUT I liked it for the idea of the real retro, black/pink look we could have had by mix-matching our black show cages with the pink one. That's not the direction it went though - pink paper, pink table cloth, pink shirts now, pink out the whazoo.

Makes this girl a bit quezzy and I think, on a public relations note, seems to make this rescue and cats overall appear to be a girl thing

::sigh:: Oh well, I guess...

On the matter of One-Eyed Jack, I still have him. He's sadly not found a home yet and he's such a good boy. He really deserves one. 2 homes fell through on him, two really good sounding homes that would have been totally understanding on how rough he had it earlier on in life. Breaks my heart the poor dog is still stuck with me as a foster after so much time. I never knew it was so tough to place dogs into homes!

Thursday, September 13, 2007

Rescues

Apparently there's a bit of a bad streak aside from One-Eyed Jack...

Ramsy is this highly desired kitten my rescue has. He's gorgeous and highly desired because he's white. People seem to have things for white kittens ... however, white cats also seem to be genetically messed up - usually they're just deaf, but our Ramsy seems to have neuro problems. We thought it was a bad infection at first, then we thought maybe it was this one really contagious disease that he had a lot of the symptoms of, but it's looking to be a brain tumor or definitely something neuro. He's eating and moving around well, but he has head tremors, is walking funny now and it's likely he'll start having seizures soon. Poor baby...

We took on Jake, this old, black kitty cat who was falling apart in a shelter. He's doing leaps and bounds better now, but he's at the vet's office. He needed round the clock care.

Our formally no-eye-lidded kitty, St Patty, may need another surgery. It's expensive, extensive and though she recovered quickly before, I feel bad that she needs to go through it again. She was born without eyelids, which means she had fur rubbing constantly against her eyes and she eventually would have gone blind, aside from just being in constant pain. She is much more comfortable now and such a sweety - it's just rough.

A friend told me today that we always seem to think we need a great deal of friends when truly we only need good friends - a few good friends. It's too true. That advice and reminder rescued me in a way. Thank you! :)

Saturday, September 8, 2007

Saved From GA

FFRV, the MOSTLY cat rescue, has expanded a bit this past week because I rescued a dog from Georgia who was scheduled to be killed the same night I said I would take him. It's not the first time we've had a dog in my rescue - our lovely Jen S took in a pair of Pit Bull pups at one point too actually.

Anyway, I get these emails all the time - "urgent", "to die", "desperate", "last chance", etc are the usual titles. These emails come to my rescue email account and usually I automatically delete them without reading the details sure to break my heart because I don't have time, room, etc. However, for whatever reason, I was silly enough to open one of these emails on a Thursday – the last day these dogs listed in the email had. One dog out of the 3 I asked about still needed rescuing... and now I have a one-eyed, big-eared, 37 lb, formally abused, sweetheart of a Shepherd-mixed boy in my house (though I'm doubting the "Shepherd" part since he's full grown at 37 lbs).

When I picked him up from the transporter, all this very kind man (the transporter) kept saying is, "You definitely saved a life. He never would have been saved." He's got one eye, some cage issues and is larger than most dogs that are rescued, I believe - the two other dogs being dropped off at a local shelter were half the size of the boy I got – One-Eyed Jack, that's what I named him.

I'd love to keep him (everyone keeps telling me to keep him), but if I do, I can't ever do this random rescue from the South thing again. My house and my wallet can only handle so much!!

Oh, and FFRV was also in the newspaper recently. FRONT PAGE of the Courier Post!! It was an update on St. Patty who Molly K spoke about when they did an article on her. Molly came to meet St. Patty for the first time and the Courier came out to see it. It was wonderful. A great day, good opportunity to get our name out there and a really nice article as well.