I moved out here when I was ten, just starting the sixth grade. The way the schools were, Jefferson, Rock Creek and Dorset all had their own elementary schools, but then in seventh grade, the Jr./Sr. High was combined. Kids knew everyone by the time they reached six grade even though there were six of them. And I came from the city with my city accent but I went to a very small Christian school, so it was major culture shock, and I did not make friends in the sixth grade.
But the seventh grade, kids from neighboring towns collected together, and new groups were formed more by interest, maybe class, maybe more by types. Anyhow, enough build up. I fell in with a couple of girls from a neighboring town, and I was a horse-crazy, eleven year old. My mother gave me six riding lessons for Christmas that year, and got me to four of them. It made me worse. I was drawing horses all the time and reading everything I could get my hands on.
So I fell in with two girls. One of them owned a horse, and she was actually talking to me. Well it was a pony. She actually asked me to spend the night at her place. I readily agreed.
She talked about her pony on the way home on the bus. I was so excited. We got to her house. It was a singlewide trailer, where she lived with her parents and two boys. Her mom started frying up some pork chops on the dirty stove covered with dirty dishes, just frying them in some oil. Ok. Her bedroom was tiny. It had a single bed and a mound of dirty clothes. The place seriously looked like hoarders.
We went out to the barn, which was a shed. There was a poor old blind pony, shaggy and over grown in the coat. They hooves were curved up, like I have seen on animal cops, and there was barbed wire stuck on the pony's head. It made me ill.
I did not know what to do. I knew we were not going to ride this poor pony. I had never heard of animal control. I wanted to go home. But I was supposed to spend the weekend. I stayed up all night on the floor in her room. The next morning I asked to call home, and my mother rescued me, with the excuse that I had a piano lesson.
Later, the girl told me that she told me all the stuff about her horse because she thought I wouldn't be her friend otherwise. It was sad. An eleven or twelve year old kid is never responsible for the condition of an animal. Her parents should have been prosecuted. But I did not call anyone, I did not know that was an option.
So I guess I have seen this sort of treatment to animals first hand.
I agree that the show does exaggerate on occasion about an animal's condition. But more often or not, I think they should be seized.
Sometimes, they try to save a critter that I think ought to be put out of its pain. When they try to save a critter from bad burns, and then say that it died two days later, I really get infuriated at the people trying to save the animal. If I bring you a beloved pet and beg you to do all you can to save it, then the vet should try. If there is no hope, they should say so and convince you to stop the animal's suffering. But if there is no owner, and the animal is in pain, then mercifully put the creature down, and don't make it undergo surgeries and a painful, lengthy recovery. Sometimes I think they try to save critters more for their glory than for the critter's best interest.
Heidi Ho, Odie
Joy-Joy, Bear Cub, Hepsi-Pepsi
Cujo2, Karma Chameleon
Ramona the Pest, Kojak -- who loves you baby?
Tiny Tinnie, Susie's Uzzi, Kaiah -- The Baby Monster.