Happy Holidays!
From all of my family (the two legged and the four legged members alike), we wish you a Happy Holiday season, and a joyous New Year.
My wishes, for all of us?
For every Frenchie (and every other dog and cat, too) a warm bed, an owner who loves them and the vet care that they need, no matter what the price.
For all of our senior pets, good deaths after long lives, with someone who loves you by your side.
For every pet owner, the money to care for your pets, to feed them and to keep a roof over their heads.
For my fellow breeders, the wisdom and the strength to continue trying to breed our dogs for health and longevity first, and for everything else second.
For every shelter worker and administrator, the courage to move towards a no kill future.
For my fellow bloggers, the dedication to keep on writing and telling the truth, even on the days when you doubt anyone is reading.
Happy Holidays – even if I’ve never met you face to face, know that your care and support, your love and your friendship, has meant the world to me. We might not know each other, but we’re still a family.
Who knew such silly little dogs could ever mean so much to so many people?
I miss Joe Strummer
Eight years ago today. We miss you, Joe, and so does anyone who ever cared about modern music.
Wendy Faith Laymon & Her Fake French Bulldog Rescue, Part 3
In part two of “When is a Rescue Not a Rescue?“, I detailed how a few French Bulldog fanciers, working together, discovered that Wendy Faith Laymon (or is that Faith Layman? She has so many names on the go, it’s hard to tell) was behind the new “rescue” group, ‘Rescue a French Bulldog‘.
A background search on Wendy turned up some disturbing news – a history of puppy milling, with convictions for poor care of her dogs, licensing violations, and a host of other charges. Even the USDA finally said “enough is enough”, and suspended Wendy’s license until 2012. Considering the kinds of filthy conditions that the USDA doesn’t seem to have a problem with, you’re left fairly staggered when you contemplate just how bad Wendy Laymon’s kennels had to be to piss them off this severely.