Thursday, October 11, 2012

I know it's been over a year since my last post here, and that makes me a total shitbag. I'm aware. I'm sorry! My life has been beyond nuts. So if you still like me and you're even remotely interested in anything I have to say, please visit my new blog that focuses on my journey to medical school. I'm sure I'll still talk about food (there's pretty much nothing more important than food) and I'm sure I'll still make fun of baby names and comment on random fashion things, but I just felt the need to start with a new project. If you're wanting to read my new blog, click here and go check it out. Thanks for being faithful readers even when I wasn't a faithful writer!

Thursday, August 4, 2011

I Suck, I Know. But This Comeback Post Will Make You Laugh.

Yeah, I've been AWOL for a while. Guess what? I've had shit to do. Important shit. Like move from Clearwater to Fort Myers. And go back to WV to visit family and friends. And work like, three Fridays all summer long. Get over it. I'm willing to bet you've had shit to do, to.

Anyway, I started working on this blog post the other day and I actually hand wrote the entire thing on paper like an old-fashioned writer before the days of typewriters and computers. Like I mentioned a while ago, I shattered the screen to my beautiful Mac and really just blatantly haven't had the extra funds to replace the screen or just replace the whole computer. Our new place in Fort Myers isn't set up with internet yet, either, so I have to use Durb's work computer down in the clubhouse.
So this post I worked so dilligently on isn't even about being a vegan. It's actually making fun of more stupid baby names.Because I have so many pregnant friends, I generally peruse the hospital websites searching for names that people have, in their post-birth painkiller haze, named their helpless, unassuming babies. Well, while perusing a few of the hospitals down in South Florida, I've come across some of the most unbelievable names I've ever heard. And I'm so excited to make fun of them. Thankfully, my friends are naming their kids cool shit like Lucas, Tinsley, Liam, and Cohen, so I don't have to tease them about being cruel parents.

One of the most epic names I came across recently was....wait for it.....

Jermajesty Eudora

Yeah. That shit's for real. That was on one of the hospital's websites up in the Clearwater area. What in the world were those parents thinking? "Oh, I want my child to be endlessly tortured their entire life so I think I'll name her Jermajesty Eudora. EVERYONE'S going to make fun of her! It'll be perfect!" Because I have a feeling that, "This name is so beautiful" couldn't have possibly popped into that mother's head. And if it did, perhaps she needs said head checked out.

A few other really fabulous ones include:

Lucretia - I wish I had something witty to say about this.
Zenobia - I would have assumed they were possibly foreign but the last name was Chapman so that's no excuse.
Agatha - I certainly realize that old lady names are in, but seriously?
Hardy - I have a feeling these parents have invested heavily in hair gel and spray tans, and use terms like "GTL", "juicehead", and "grenade", and possibly wear Emporio Armani clothes. Not Armani, you say? What gave it away? Oh, right, naming their kid after the absolute worst line of clothing ever to be designed.
Bamboo - Listen, I appreciate bamboo as much as the next person. Bamboo shoots are delicious. My husband even has a bamboo plant. Bamboo flooring is pretty attractive and sustainable, too. But naming your kid after a plant/panda is stupid.
Frankito - My husband's name is Frank, and I'm perfectly fine with that or even Frankie. But Frankito?
Ickitt -  The only explanation for this is that the parents thought childbirth was so "icky" they decided to dedicated that ickiness to the monster that caused it.
Cerulean - This was my favorite crayon in the box, too. But am I going to name my kid after it? Hell no.
Papillon - Were these parents aware that a papillon is a cute (albeit annoying as shit) little dog with pointy ears that yaps a lot? Or did they just not care that they named their kid after a breed of dog?
Andromeda - Someone's parents are sci-fi nerds, and subsequently thanks to being named something so ridiculous, they are doomed to be as well.
Rufus - For some reason, this name has recently become popular. I think a few celebrities have named their babies this, so perhaps it follows that trend of "naming my kid something stupid as shit  because a celebrity did it, too".
Cressida - I don't even have anything remotely witty to say. Words fail me.
Luscious - This name is for the parent who would like their daughter to grow up with the potential to enter two fields for a career: stripper or porn star.
Salmon - I understand naming your kid after something you love, but for real. Salmon. I get it, I love salmon, too. Blackened, grilled, baked, smoked, whatever. It's probably the one thing I commonly stray from a vegan diet for. But I wouldn't name my kid after it.
Hortense - I wish I knew the address so I could write a letter of apology to this kid for their terrible name and let them know how truly easy it will be to change it.
Hester - I totally dug "The Scarlett Letter." It was required reading for one of my honors English classes early in high school. But is that character really the one you want to name your kid after? I get that she's one of the great heriones, but she kind of had a baby out of wedlock with the pastor.
Amaryllis - I'm cool with a lot of flower names. Rose, Violet, Lily, Daisy, Poppy, whatever. But Amaryllis I am not.
Bryony - Stop this. I realize this is yet another flower but seriously, this is absurd.
Whizdom - Combining their love of cheese-whiz and pearls of wisdom. So clever! Not.
Frost - I like cold weather and snow just as much as the next person. Well, probably more than the next person because most normal people DON'T like those things. But Frost is just ridiculous for a name, unless it's a last name.
Free - I appreciate my freedom, too. But I'm not naming my kid after it.
Gypsy - I have a feeling if these people go to England, real gypsies might actually be somewhat offended by a non-gypsy naming their kid gypsy. And even as a non-gypsy myself, I'm also offended that they named their kid something so stupid.
Reignbow - Yes. Yes. Yes. This is for real. I can't make this shit up. Stupid people make shit like this up. I'm entirely too intelligent to make up such crazy shit. I can't even handle this name.
Tequila - Now if you know me personally at all, you know that tequila is my poison of choice. People have witnessed me at Cactus Joe's ordering ten shots of tequila and taking one right after the other without stopping between them. I basically live my life to drink tequila. Other liquors might as well not exist in my world. But despite my undying love for tequila (even though she HAS tried to kill me a few times), I would NEVER name my kid after it. I feel like that's setting a horrible precedent.
Afternoon - I only wish this kid's middle name had been Delight. But alas, it was simply "Marie". Afternoon Marie. For reals.

So as I mentioned in my previous blog post about stupid baby names (which you can go back and read here) don't name your kid stupid shit. It makes you a shitty parent and it's going to create a lot of resentment from your child who will forever hate you for naming them something absurd. If I happen to offend you by making fun of what you've named your kid, guess what: you're going to have to get used to it because I'm certainly not going to be the last person to make fun of your poor decision-making skills in child naming. Also, if I've made fun of the name you plan to name your future child, this is very good news for you. Now you can realize that I'm not going to be the only person to make fun of it and you have the opportunity to think of something way cooler so your kid doesn't grow up wanting to stab you in the eyeballs with forks.

My next post is going to actually be about vegan shit like the whole premise of this blog is intended to be, so keep an eye out for it.

Thursday, June 9, 2011

Holy Guacamole!

So I posted this picture on Facebook yesterday, and within an hour of posting it, I had six friends ask if I'd do a blog post on how to make my guacamole. That number has risen since then, so I figured I'd better get on top of my game and do it. I actually posted a recipe for it here back in January, but when I made my guacamole yesterday, I did it a little differently than I usually do. So here's my updated version because honestly, I liked it better than how I used to always make it. It's not that different, but the extra lime and the blending method change it completely.


3 avocados, peeled and pitted, divided and cut into chunks
1 limes, rolled and juiced
1/2 cup of red onion, diced
3 tablespoons fresh cilantro, chopped
2 roma tomatoes, diced
1 clove garlic, smashed and minced finely
1 pinch ground cayenne pepper
1 pinch white pepper
1 pinch sea salt


After you've peeled, pitted, and cut up your avocados, put two of them in your Ninja. I've been bitching t you all for almost a year to buy one so I hope you have by now. Anyway, put two of the avocados in the Ninja and juice one of your limes. Pulse it until the avocados are smooth and creamy. Transfer to a mixing bowl and add in the rest of your ingredients, then cover and chill for an hour before serving.

This guacamole is easy as hell to make. I really liked doing it this way instead of my old way because some of the avocado was nice and creamy, but I still had good-sized chunks in it. I just eat mine as a dip with tortilla chips, but you can use it as a topping on salads, a spread on sandwiches, or with any of your Mexican dishes. Yum! Be sure to go back to my original blog post on this and watch the video of how to peel an avocado properly because I just assume most people are idiots who have no clue how to do it. Then again, my regular readers are some of the most brilliantly intelligent people ever born so those of you who are probably already know how to peel an avocado without looking like a big dum-dum.

Thursday, May 19, 2011

One Year Ago Today

One year ago today, I made the most monumental decision I've ever made, and probably will ever make in my life. I chose not to kill myself. Let me provide you with some background information on what made me come to this decision.

The night before I made this decision, on May 18th, I stumbled across a documentary entitled "The Bridge". This insightful documentary gives viewers a front-row seat to the deaths of several people who committed suicide at the most popular place to do so in the entire world: The Golden Gate Bridge in San Francisco, California. It also explores the aftermath of suicide and how this final act affects the people left behind. It's my belief that this documentary is not meant to exploit the pain and suffering of both the victims and those they leave behind; I feel like it really helps people who have never been touched by suicide have a better understanding of it, and also helps those who have find some solace in knowing that they're not alone in their emotions during the aftermath.
In "The Bridge", viewers see men and women of all ages and backgrounds pace along the Golden Gate's walkways, climb over the side, and leap to their deaths. The effect this image had on me was (hopefully) different than the effect it has on other viewers of the documentary; I had found how I wanted to die. Instead of a depressing jump to an outcome with no return, I saw a leap to freedom. I was suffering, in the most unbearable, desolate, hopeless pain imaginable. I was at the lowest point in my life, thanks to side effects stemming from issues with the medicine I take to balance my bipolar disorder. So when I watched these people die, I didn't see a shocking, sad image. I saw freedom from all the pain. Some of the people looked incredibly peaceful on their way down, and I wanted to find that same peace. I decided the only way I could do that would be to fly out to San Francisco the next day and make that final leap.

I had resolved to end my life, and I went to bed that night feeling at ease for the first time in a while. I didn't tell my husband about my plans because he'd obviously try to stop me. So the next day when he went to work, I began searching on my computer for a flight that would get me out to San Francisco the quickest. I was pleased with how inexpensive it would be for me to fly there one-way without any luggage to check; I didn't want my final act to cause my husband any more financial strain than my burial expenses inevitably would (given that my body was even found). I know many people who read this will think that I'm a selfish person, that my plans were the most selfish thing I could possibly do, but the thoughts in my head were incredibly unselfish. I was looking forward to relieving my husband of his vow to be there for me through sickness so that he could move on to find someone without mental health issues and be happy. I had been feeling like my issues with mania and depression were a burden on my entire family and all my friends, and by killing myself, I could free them of that burden. They could all get on with their lives as if I'd never existed.
As I was typing in the payment information to book my flight, a faint, errant thought occurred to me: "What if I CAN feel better?" It made me pause long enough to think of something else: "There's something wrong here. It's not normal to feel this way. Maybe it's just my medicine." I don't know why or how I was able to have this one brief, clarifying thought, but I knew in that moment that if I didn't hold onto it, I'd continue with my plans and be dead by nightfall. Before I could push these two thoughts to the back of my mind, I called my husband and told him I needed him to come get me, that I needed to go somewhere to get help.

So here I am a year later, reflecting on the decision I made, the decision to live. Do I regret the decision? At this point in my life, no. But in the weeks and months after my release from the psychiatric facility I admitted myself to, I often did. Spending time in a psychiatric hospital seemed like something to be ashamed of at first, and I was wary of telling anyone. When I was released from the hospital, I was kept home from work for several weeks and going back after my leave of absence was terrifying; I was afraid my customers would look at me and know I'd gone off the deep end. It was a difficult rollercoaster-ride trying to get my mentality back to a healthy place in addition to regulating my medication; as it turns out, my medication really was to blame. It's efficacy was cut in half by being on birth control pills, and when I quit taking those pills, it was as if my mood stabilizer had been doubled and according to my physician, I technically overdosed on it.
Today, I feel as if I've come full circle. I'm healthy, both physically and mentally, and truly happy. I have bad days here and there, but doesn't everybody? I don't regret my decision to live whatsoever. I'm blessed to have had two sane thoughts that day a year ago. If I hadn't, I wouldn't be here. I wouldn't be trying to bring awareness to suicide prevention. I wouldn't be telling my story about how I came so close to death that day. I wouldn't be trying to spread the message that there IS hope, that things can change and get better and sometimes, it's not easy to get there. But with work and a little help, it can and will happen.

According to the American Foundation for Suicide Prevention, over 34,000 people in the United States die by suicide each year and it is currently the 11th leading cause of death in Americans. The AFSP also estimates that approximately 90 people commit suicide each day, breaking down to about one death every fifteen minutes. These statistics are staggering, especially given that many of these suicides can be prevented. Please, PLEASE take the time to go to the AFSP's website to learn more about signs that someone might be considering suicide because you just may be able to reach out and help them. If you're dealing with the loss of a loved one because of suicide, the AFSP has a ton of information on how to cope with it. In addition, you can access support groups and learn about International Survivors of Suicide Day (which, oddly enough, happens to be on my birthday, November 19th, this year). Another great activity the AFSP holds each year is a series of walks, the Out of the Darkness Overnight and Community Walks, aimed at raising money to support their mission, give victims of suicide a chance to meet each other and bond over their losses, and to spread awareness about suicide prevention.

I'm living proof that no matter how bleak and dismal your life may seem, there IS hope. It really can get better, and there's a better option than death. If you or someone you know is struggling with suicidal thoughts, I urge you to call the
National Suicide Prevention Lifeline at 1-800-273-TALK (8255) - there are people there who can help you get through what you're dealing with.

The world is a beautiful place with so many incredible things to see and do, and there is light at the end of the seemingly endless, black tunnel.

*If you have an interest in watching "The Bridge," you can find it at Hulu. Because of its extremely sensitive subject matter, it is obviously not intended for children to view. It is very difficult and heartbreaking to watch, and it does show the actual deaths of several people, so please be aware of this before you go watch it and really think about if you can handle seeing it. I know some readers might think I'm still a bit off for recommending the documentary given that it inspired the plan I had to commit my own suicide, but now that I'm in a stable mindframe, I can appreciate the film for the reasons it was made and I do think it is very insightful.

Tuesday, May 17, 2011

Racing to Save Greyhounds

My husband and I don't see eye to eye on every single subject. That's 100% completely normal; you can't agree with someone all the time. Most of the time, the things we disagree on influence interesting conversations. But there is something that hangs over our heads all the time that we've disagreed on and probably will never come to a place where we're on the same side: greyhound racing.

Why do we disagree so much on greyhound racing? Because I think it's horrifically wrong, and a couple of years ago, my husband invested in a greyhound for racing purposes. He doesn't seem to see what is so terrible about greyhound racing and why I'm against it. But the thing is, I'm fairly certain there are a lot of other people who don't understand why greyhound racing is so bad, like my husband.

Greyhounds are bred in puppy mills, as are most mass-bred animals. The ones that aren't fit to be trained for racing are simply destroyed. For this to be done, they're often shot in the head, and their lifeless bodies are simply thrown away like garbage. The ones who do pass inspection and are deemed fit for racing are sent to facilities across the country when they are very young to begin the difficult, strenuous process of training.

When housed at both their training facilities and the dog tracks, they're often confined to cages barely big enough for them to stand in. You have to realize these are quite large dogs, often weighing anywhere between 50 and 85 pounds, depending on gender. Greyhounds are vigorously trained, often ending up badly injured and in great amounts of pain. If they've become injured, they're generally not considered racing material and are either killed or sent back to the breeding mills to be used for that purpose, especially if they were very competitive racers. Greyhounds who have full careers usually race less than three years, after which even the successful ones are also meet the same fates as the ones who were injured.

You are probably wondering how you can change what happens to these beautiful animals. First off, don't go bet on the dogs at the tracks. That's just putting money back into their racing programs. Don't get me wrong, I have gone to see the greyhound Durb purchased (his racing name is Boom Outta Here) just so I could meet him and see that he's clean, healthy, and in good shape. When he first initially started racing, I even placed bets on him. But now that I know how disgusting the greyhound racing industry is, I don't. So if you go to the dog tracks, don't bet. Go play the nickel machines instead; you'll waste less money doing that, anyway.
Eleven states have actually banned dog racing, and due to the decline in interest in the sport, many facilities have closed. There are only about twenty tracks in the US that actually still have dog racing, one of which is in Cross Lanes, WV (Tri-State Race Track and Gaming Center). If the state you live in still allows dog racing and there are active racing facilities, you can start by writing to both those facilities and your state's political leaders urging them to change these practices. Tell your friends and family members to do the same, and the more people you get involved, the more people will get in touch with their government to make a change.
Another selfless, good-hearted way you can change the fate of these greyhounds is to adopt one. All across the country, there are programs that work to get retired greyhounds adopted out into good homes. Organizations like The Greyhound Project, Inc. fight to get these regal animals adopted, and you can go to their website to look into adopting one. Greyhounds make amazing pets; they're not aggressive and have very loving, mild temperaments. Surprisingly enough, they're relatively lazy dog and generally only run when they have short bursts of energy. Greyhounds are gentle with children and do quite well with other pets, though you should certainly be cautious if you have any small pets that might possibly run from them; they're naturally hunting dogs and it's in their blood to chase other animals. If you aren't able to adopt a greyhound, you can certainly donate to The Greyhound Project, Inc., or any other organization you may come across that helps retired greyhounds.

While my husband and I greatly disagree about greyhound racing, we do agree on one thing: we'll be keeping Boomer when he's done racing. I can't take him out of racing right this very moment like I wish I could because my name isn't listed as one of the dog's owners at the race track, and I can't convince my husband to do it, so for the next few months, he'll still be racing. But when he finally comes home to us, I plan to spoil him rotten and give him more love and affection than he's ever gotten from his trainers. I want to fight to make up for the dismal first couple of years of his life and make the rest of it the best I possibly can. Don't forget that you can do the same thing for a retired racing greyhound.

Monday, May 16, 2011

Three to Four Million

According to the Humane Society, three to four million animals are euthanized each year in animal shelters.  Sit back and really think about that number. Three to four million. That number doesn't include necessary euthanizations in veterinary offices for animals too sick for treatment. That number reflects the animals being put down as a means of population control. Anywhere between about 8,000 and 11,000 animals die every single day in animal shelters across the country. It's no surprise that with statistics like this, no-kill animal shelters are becoming more popular than ever. For people who aren't familiar with this type of institution, it's an animal shelter where its occupants are only euthanized if they are too sick or injured for treatment or if they are too aggressive to be adopted out.

The dog in this picture (from the Humane Society's website) looks so sad to be stuck in a cage. 

Back home in West Virginia, there's a great organization called Little Victories, which is a limited-admission no-kill animal shelter. By limited admission, they can't accept every single animal that is brought to them because sometimes, they simply don't have the space. But their popularity in the region has grown rapidly over the last few years and they are receiving more funding and have help from more volunteers than ever. Hopefully this will allow them to have the ability to set up new locations around the Tri-State area so they can eventually be an open-admission shelter and accept every animal brought in. No-kill shelters are all over the country and operate using money they've received from Maddie's Fund, which is funded by Dave and Cheryl Duffield, who have contributed over $300 million to help provide grants to these no-kill shelters. They also receive private contributions from the community and operate solely with these types of funding. Many of the caretakers at these shelters are volunteers, working to take care of these animals and help find them good homes out of the goodness of their hearts. If you can't volunteer at a shelter for whatever reason, you can always donate to them so they have plenty of food and medical care for the animals sheltered there. I urge you to take the time to do a little research and find a no-kill animal shelter near you and donate your time or money (or both) to help out these animals. Not only are they going to benefit from your contributions, but you will, too; you'll be able to walk away knowing you've done something to help an innocent animal that can't help itself without your assistance.

One of the reasons so many animals are ending up in animal shelters and are euthanized every year is because many people are not having their pets spayed or neutered. If their animals are outside often, they have a much higher chance of getting pregnant or getting someone else's pet pregnant. If the litters aren't adopted out or even sold, they often end up in animal shelters or just out wandering the streets, only to be picked up by the pound or run over by cars. If people would start having their animals spayed and neutered, that would drastically cut down on the animals euthanized in animal shelters and also cut down on how many animals die tragically when they're hit by cars. There are many places now offering discounted or even free spay/neuter services, so not having the spare money to have your pet fixed isn't a good enough excuse for not getting it done. Even at a private veterinarian clinic, spay/neuter procedures are usually less than $100. I personally feel like if you can't afford to provide your pet with proper healthcare, you probably don't need to have a pet at all. Which leads me to my next point.

Let me reiterate my personal belief: If you can't afford to provide proper healthcare, you probably don't need to have a pet. People often don't think about the financial sacrifice having a pet truly can be. All they see is a cute little puppy or kitten and they impulsively adopt or buy them without considering the financial aspect of owning an animal. It's expensive to own a pet; they require food and veterinary care and those costs can really add up. Animals need checkups and vaccinations and medicines just the same way humans do, and it's my own personal belief that if you're not providing them with that, you have no business being a pet owner. Sure, you may not be beating them or starving them, but you're depriving them of basic medical care that can keep them healthy and allow them to live longer, more fulfilling lives, and that's just crap to me.

On the opposite end of the spectrum, with the economy being in the state it is, many families are starting to realize they just don't have it in their budget anymore to provide that care for their pets they once could and are having to give them up for adoption. This is a tragic thing for a lot of families, because nobody wants to give up their beloved pets, especially because they simply can't afford them anymore. It's unfortunate that so many people are having to make this sacrifice, and thousands more animals are dying every year because of it. This is one of the reasons so many shelters (traditional and no-kill alike) are becoming overcrowded at a faster rate than ever.

If you're one of the people who can financially take care of an animal, I beg you to look at your local shelters (traditional and no-kill) for a pet instead of buying them from private breeders. I know a lot of people want a particular breed of dog, especially all those fancy designer breeds (which are just glorified mutts), and that's fine and dandy. But guess what? A lot of times, you can actually find those breeds in shelters. Down here in Florida, shelters are full of the teacup Yorkies and Westies and other popular breeds a lot of people are interested in. You don't have to go to a private breeder and spend thousands on a dog, thousands that just go straight into the breeder's pocket. At shelters, the fee you pay goes directly back to the rest of the animals, providing them with food and medical care. In addition, adopting a dog (or cat) from a shelter opens up space for another animal to be brought in and cared for. My husband and I are looking for a second dog right now to be a companion to our little Coco, and I would really like a purebred Cavalier King Charles spaniel. I've been able to find that particular breed of dog in many animal shelters, a breed that can cost over $1,000 to purchase from private breeders. So even if you have your heart set on a specific breed, trust me, you can find them in shelters.

My three basic points for this post are: 1. To try to get people to donate their time and money to no-kill animal shelters so they can continue to operate and grow to be able to accept more and more animals. 2. Have your pets spayed and neutered to cut down on how many animals are having to be sent to traditional shelters and subsequently euthanized because they simply don't have space for them. 3. Adopt, adopt, adopt your pets! Stop pumping money back into private breeders (and puppy mills) and get a pet from a shelter instead. Like I said, your adoption fees go towards helping the shelter continue to run, so you're really doing two good deeds in one. This should be a simple decision!

Sunday, May 8, 2011

Save the Puppies

Ever since I started this blog, I've focused mainly on animals that are commonly eaten in societies all around the world. I've talked about ways to cut their meat out of your diet, ways they're mistreated in the agriculture industry, and ways you can help change their suffering. But what about all those other animals we don't eat, like dogs? Edible animals aren't the only ones I want to fight for. I want to fight for the other helpless animals that are considered man's best friend.

In this day and age with all the designer-breed dogs that are so popular, puppy mills have started cranking out massive volumes of dogs to sell. Puppy mills are no new thing, though; they've been around for decades, but it really hasn't been until recently that much attention has been called to them. Want to know the worst thing about puppy mills? For the most part, they aren't even illegal, so if anything's going to be done to stop them from operating, people are going to have to start writing and calling their state's politicians to urge them to fight for changes in the laws that allow these puppy mills to operate.
But what happens in these puppy mills? Why are they so horrible? In thousands of puppy mills across the country, dogs are kept for years and impregnated over and over until they reach the point that they don't produce anymore and have no value to the breeder. At this point, they are often killed although sometimes they are sold to other breeders. Many of these dogs spend their entire lives in small cages, never experiencing what it's like to run around outside and enjoy rolling in the grass and chasing after birds. They don't get to snuggle up with affectionate owners and receive treats when they've been good. Instead, they're often deprived of their basic needs and treated like puppy-making machines. Dogs are sensitive and respond to affection and praise, two things dogs used for breeding in puppy mills never get to experience. They live such sad lives it literally makes me emotional and upset just thinking about it.
Puppies who are purchased from mills are often sickly and even mentally impaired from incestuous breeding activities. I've heard so many stories about people who have purchased puppies who were terrified to walk on the grass because they'd been in cages since birth and had no idea how to function on solid ground. As happy as I am that these puppies are purchased and saved from the hell they were being put through living in a puppy mill, that's just more money being pumped into the mills, giving them the breath of air they need to live. Without people spending hundreds or thousands of dollars on dogs from these puppy mills, they couldn't function. Instead of spending a small fortune on that perfect designer dog or tiny teacup puppy, people need to start looking at their local animal shelters and adopting rescue dogs. My next blog post will be focused on animal shelters in particular.
If you have any interest in helping the fight against puppy mills, go to The Humane Society to find out how you can donate your time and/or money to rescuing dogs from these awful conditions and helping them lead new lives where they have a family to love and take care of them. Take a look at these videos from the Humane Society and see for yourself the conditions these dogs live in, and then tell me it's not important to do what we can to help save them from their hell.