Follow me and my two rescued Pitbulls, Bruno and Winnie on our adventure as I volunteer, learn more about Pit bulls, help to educate others about this amazing breed while following the practices of Animal Care and Control of NYC.
As you all know, not only do I love pit bulls- but I love Etsy and I love deals- so here are some fantastic pitty-themed goodies I've found and have to resist buying-- lest I become the crazy pit bull lady (if I am not already!!) Use and wear them with pride!
Enjoy!
From Olvier Blu Designs, for your child's burgeoning literary collection....
Melissa McDaniel, a Philadelphia-based photographer and creater of the Photo Book Projects, such as Deaf Dogs and Rescued in America, is producing a Pit Bull Photo Book with some of the proceeds going to help shelter animals. When i heard about this upcoming book, I was very excited because Melissa's Photography really shoes the inner light in each and every dog. Showing Pit Bulls this way could really encourage people to start thinking about them differently.
The star of the book is this handsom boy, Jonny Justice- a former Vick dog rescued through Bad Rap.
For these reasons, we wanted to get involved! Bruno and Winnie will both be featured in the book, as two out of 81 pit bull portraits! Here are some of the beautiful shots that were taken during our session.
The book will be shipping in early November, and I can't wait to give them as Christmas Presents!
You can read more about the project on Melissa's blog, here. And you can pre-order the book here.
This past week Chip and I took the pups to the Thousand Islands for Vacation.
Here they are peering over the side of the boat, enjoying all the new smells and sounds...
They enjoyed the weather, the open space to run around off-leash, the family and new friends they got to meet, and all the comfy spaces around the house for them to lay on.
They did NOT enjoy the water as much as we had hoped.
Bruno and Winnie both have extremely webbed feet so we had hopped they would both take to the water naturally and swim with us.
Winnie had learned to swim a bit last summer, and while she still doesn't like to swim- she loves to lay on rocks and let the cool water wash over her.
Bruno, however, it seemed didn't even know how to swim. When we did put him in the water (much against his will- but in a life-preserver), he simply thrashed about- using only his front two legs to swim.
Luckily, all of the open space to run and play was much appreciated and they ended up tuckered out most of the week, looking like this...
This is Peter, an American Shelter dog sent to show you how easily a well-mixed dog can be mistaken for a pure-bred mix.
The American Shelter dog is a type of dog that is too well mixed to assign a predominant breed with any degree of certainty. Recent research has shown that shelter workers are wrong in identifying a mixed-breed dog's component breeds 87.5% of the time.
MCAS noted that a dog described as a Lab Mix may let down his potential adopters when they discover that he or she does not retrieve or enjoy water, but simply looks "labbish". In addition, this family may overlook a dog that does actually likes to swim and retrieve because he or she is labled a pit mix.
At Kitsap Humane Society, this exact situation did happen. Hershey was labeled a Chocolate Labrador Retriever (which is very likely, take a look!), but he was not a pure-bred lab. His family, expecting a lab in looks and behavior was surprised when he exhibited behavioral issues and returned him. Only then did the shelter do a DNA test on Hershey which showed that he was part Staffordshire Terrier (or Pit mix) which would require more diligent and specific training techniques than a regular lab.
While shelters may feel that they can get more pit-mixes adopted if they claim they are shepherd, terrier, or lab mixes-- they are actually contributing to a high return rate. Adopters need to know exactly what they are adopting based on the dogs' personality and train-ability- not on its looks.
So to reduce the number of returns, shelters have replaced the term "Mutt" with ASD (American Shelter Dog). The director of public relations and development at Kitsap said, "The ASD is our way of saying 'You can't judge a book by its cover.' When people come in to adopt an animal, they need to be focused on what's the best dog for their lifestyle, not what is the breed known for."
The point is not to mis-label pit mixes as ASDs, but rather to label pits as pits when they are clearly pits, and to refrain from calling a dog a pit-mix when it simply has a square-ish head, or a long-haired dog a German shepherd mix.
So far, the program appears to be working. The return rate at Kitsap has dropped from 5% of all adoptions to 3%. At Lewis and Clark Humane Society, they are even developing personality profiles to take the place of "breed" to help potential adopters find the right fit for them. They say, "So, instead of introducing you to a Pit mix, we will show you a brindle American Shelter Dog who is a bit introverted, but very playful. Or perhaps you would be interested in the medium-sized black American Shelter Dog with an agreeable and extroverted personality?"
Here are some American Shelter dogs available at participating shelters across the US for adoption:
Parvo and kennel cough are horrible illnesses that live in unhealthy conditions of packed and poorly-managed shelters and can sweep through shelters quickly - learn more about parvo in shelters here.
"It
is no secret that the dogs who end up in shelters are the unlucky
ones. These are not the dogs that get to nose open Christmas stockings,
or who trot down the street with designer collars. They are not the
dogs who sleep under the crisp bed covers at night or ride gleefully
with their heads hanging out the windows of cars. More times that not,
these are the dogs who are viewed as being expendable by their owners.
They are the ones who get loose or get dumped and no one comes to look
for them. Many shelter dogs have rarely seen the vet...or been given a
simple $20 vaccination that protects them against Parvo. Their bad luck
however, is the only way in which these dogs are inferior. They are just as smart, just as loving and just as beautiful as any other dog. Sometimes, more so.
Last week, a quiet, faceless enemy swept through the shelter where I
volunteer. This time the antagonist wasn't time, but a faint trace of
bright red blood in the dogs' stools which became proof positive of
Parvovirus. So far, the outbreak has left a body count of 21, all Pit
Bulls.
Every single dog that I nurtured, named, photographed, wrote
Petfinder bios for, played with and taught skills to, is now dead. The
staff who fed, watered and cared for these dogs all day, every day now
goes to work in a quarantined facility that is oddly quiet yet full of
ghosts.
There are so many things that make this devastating, not the least of
which is the fact that at least 3 of these dogs had been at the shelter
for almost 4 months, while myself and the staff tried desperately every
week to place them. The trio survived several culls for space, almost
constant confinement, a severe lack of mental stimulation and a level of
stress that most human beings can not even fathom. They triumphed over
all of this- just to be taken out by a virus that spread silently from
one infected carrier...a virus that is almost 100% preventable.
When I first heard that the shelter was closed due to Parvo, my heart
fell into my stomach, but I had no idea how widespread the infection
would be. The next day, I received a list with ten or more infected dogs
on it, the following day, another 6. One by one, all of these lives
which we fought so hard to save, were extinguished. All of this from a
virus that hung in the air, clinging to our shoes and our hands,
spreading evasively since late June.
I am so saddened and angry at this needless loss of life. Angry
because these dogs didn't deserve to be there in the first place and
even angrier because if any one of them had been current on their shots,
they would still be alive. Over the past 15,000 years, we have succeeded in domesticating and
thouroughly dominating a species that now is completely dependent upon
us to survive. The gray wolf, which the dog was once domesticated from,
hunts for it's food, breeds autonomously, possesses natural immunities
to disease and lives a life completely free of and in fact,
antithetical to, human existence. Dogs on the other hand, have been bred
for millenia to serve humans: as companions, workers and protectors.
They are utterly subservient to our treatment and rely entirely on us
for food, shelter, affection, amusement and good health.
All they really require is the most minimal of care and compassion and we continue to fail them. We allow them to breed rampantly and then kill 4 million every year
in shelters because there isn't enough space; we make them into designer
breeds like Labradoodles and Cockapoos because it's a charming mix
while 30% of the homeless dogs in shelters are pure breds; we abuse
them, neglect them and even fight them until the death. Don't we owe these ancient companions more respect? We show more
reverence and good will to the very least and most despicable of our own
species while constantly using and abusing the faithful creatures that
have been at our side for centuries.
I write this in memory of Sasha (pictured), Huckleberry, Bandy,
Tiger, Summer, Damon and all of the dogs who were needlessly lost last
week due to public enemy #1, ignorance."
We would like to announce some other new news. Chip and I were
recently engaged to be married- meaning our sweet puppies will no longer
have unwed parents!
Also, as you know--we love Etsy and we even found my ring on Etsy! It was made by a Canadian artist & we absolutely love it- see her shop here.
Well, we finally moved out of the city- and the dogs love the freedom of long retractable leashes, fresh smells of grass, and a huge park right around the corner from where we live.
With a long hall-way that runs through the length of our new apartment, Winnie has taken to doing her zoomies through the whole length of the house-from the living room in the front, down the hall- past the kitchen, past the bathroom, past the guest room and through the bed room and back again. Bruno follows her- lagging a few feet, but keeping up the whole time - barking in a voice that I assume is saying, "Hey stop! You're going to fast and you're going to get in trouble!"
For the first week, they have to stay in the house more than we would like because Chip and I are commuting to NYC before he begins law- school in Philly and adopts a more flexible schedule. These long hours alone made them extra excited to get out when we got home.
The first time we came home late- they flurried past us and ran out into the street- which shocked and terrified me, as we now need to be super-aware of the busy traffic outside and realize that we no-longer have a quiet hallway, an elevator, and a lobby between us and the outside world. Luckily a new neighbor was gardening across the street and caught Winnie as she ran over to meet him.
I am so glad nothing horrible happened and we are going to be much more careful from now on.
From the first moment we moved in- Winnie already claimed her spot- a spot that originally was meant to be my new reading chair in our new den- but quickly became our little Queen's throne. We figure she chose it because she can see almost everything in the house from there, including the drive-way to see who is coming and going.
Our new den- featuring some of my favorite deals- Two linen-arm chairs from overstock.com, one faux-leather ottoman from walmart.com, and a faux-sheepskin rug that the doggies love to lay on from Ikea. Over-all we converted what was to be a wasted room (a dining room we would never use) into an inexpensive and comfortable reading room for our new law-school student in the family, and a good perch for our "watch dog" - aka, Winnie, who really just likes to sleep where she can see things - just in case her boring parents do something interesting- like say, offer her human food from the kitchen in the next room.
Also, so far we have seen lots of great dogs in the neighborhood- including another pit mix and a big white boxer, so we think the neighbors will be friendly towards our pittie mutts! We will keep you posted!
They enjoyed the weather, the open space to run around off-leash, the family and new friends they got to meet, and all the comfy spaces around the house for them to lay on. 
Bruno and Winnie both have extremely webbed feet so we had hopped they would both take to the water naturally and swim with us. 
MCAS noted that a dog described as a Lab Mix may let down his potential adopters when they discover that he or she does not retrieve or enjoy water, but simply looks "labbish". In addition, this family may overlook a dog that does actually likes to swim and retrieve because he or she is labled a pit mix.
"It
is no secret that the dogs who end up in shelters are the unlucky
ones. These are not the dogs that get to nose open Christmas stockings,
or who trot down the street with designer collars. They are not the
dogs who sleep under the crisp bed covers at night or ride gleefully
with their heads hanging out the windows of cars. More times that not,
these are the dogs who are viewed as being expendable by their owners.
They are the ones who get loose or get dumped and no one comes to look
for them. Many shelter dogs have rarely seen the vet...or been given a
simple $20 vaccination that protects them against Parvo. Their bad luck
however, is the only way in which these dogs are inferior. They are just as smart, just as loving and just as beautiful as any other dog. Sometimes, more so.
Our new den- featuring some of my favorite deals- Two linen-arm chairs from overstock.com, one faux-leather ottoman from walmart.com, and a faux-sheepskin rug that the doggies love to lay on from Ikea. Over-all we converted what was to be a wasted room (a dining room we would never use) into an inexpensive and comfortable reading room for our new law-school student in the family, and a good perch for our "watch dog" - aka, Winnie, who really just likes to sleep where she can see things - just in case her boring parents do something interesting- like say, offer her human food from the kitchen in the next room.
