Who here hasn't seen a picture or video of animal neglect? I'm willing to bet a great number of my readers have seen multiple, and not just ones reposted by someone else. I'm sure many of you have come across a questionable Facebook post, or forum thread, or Craigslist ad. You've seen an animal who looks neglected or abused.
Many of us will do what we can to rectify the situation. Some of us try to educate the owner. Some try calling local law enforcement and animal control. Some even gather personal information about the owner and use it against them.
So what happens when it's *you* being accused of animal neglect or abuse?
For the purpose of this blog, we're going to say that you are innocent of what you are being accused of. Perhaps the animal has a medical condition. Perhaps you just recently procured the animal, which came from a bad situation.
So what do you do when the internet begins calling for blood?
First and foremost: Stay calm!
I simply cannot stress this enough. Your innocence doesn't matter worth a shit if you immedietely jump to the defensive. If you hit your capslock and begin "screaming" at people, you have lost any and all credibility right away. When you begin to insult people, they begin to automatically assume your guilt.
Stay calm. Step away if you must, until you have full control over your mouth/fingers.
Next, believe it or not, you need to *thank* the people who are questioning your animal. Thank them for their concern. After all, they wouldn't bother doing so if they weren't actually worried about the animal. (With a few exceptions, of course)
Tell them your appreciate their feedback. Thank them for caring enough to say something.
Explain yourself, calmly. If you are innocent of what you are being accused of, no doubt you have a damn good reason for having an animal that appears neglected/abused. Outline the situation. There's no need to go into a great deal of detail as long as you lay down the factual foundation.
To those threatening to call the Sheriff or Animal Control, tell them they are welcome to it. Whether or not they actually do so, this shows that you are unconcerned about what these agencies will find. Now, make note, Animal Control has had it's share of epic screw-ups, but for the most part, if you are doing things correctly, they will find no reason to bring charges against you.
You will of course, need to provide some sort of proof to back up your reasons for the animal's condition, but you need only present this to an agency of the law. The people on the internet do not *need* this information. Posting it can help, but take care to remove *any* and *all* personal information posted on said documentation.
Staying safe is paramount. There are people out there who truly only care about the animal(s) and will not bring harm to you or yours.
But there are a great deal of insane lunatics out there who will not think twice about spreading your name, personal information, and even going further and beyond.
Just remember - we are all in this together. Take a moment to *ask* about a situation you may see online. Not every neglected or abused animal being posted became that way via the person posting it.
Sunday, June 24, 2012
Thursday, June 21, 2012
Repost - Know Who You Buy From
No matter what you are buying, but especially when it comes to living animals, know who you are buying from!
I won't go into the whole list of "mills" out there, which includes just about any species of animals.
Some months ago, a friend contacted me. She had some goats to sell. At the time, I couldn't take them in, we were in the middle of moving and our pens were not set up yet.
So I directed them to another friend I had made and knew through e-mail contact. That person bought the goats.
When the seller got back, she contacted me and told me that the buyer's goats were in poor shape, needing deworming and health care. We decided it was simply a matter of her needing a bit of help, and I and a group of breeders in the area banded together to give her advice. We thought it was all taken care of.
Fast forward a few months, and disturbing things begin popping up. There are complaints on Craigslist about the breeder, and I uncover some pretty disturbing pictures on the breeder's website and other information. Apparently she's had a lot of goats die and the ones left are in bad shape.
I contact the seller and we work out a plan to buy back the two does, all the while I am trying to get more information and get something done about the poor situation going on.
We are able to negotiate payment for one of the does, Hallie. For nearly twice what she was sold to this breeder for. The other Delanie, is "not for sale." We later find out that Delanie died.
We are told Hallie is "in milk" and kidded in December. When asked for pictures of the kid by two separate people, the breeder sends both of them pictures stolen from other websites, and not even the same pictures.
Of course this was uncovered immediately, its not hard to trace pictures back to their source. We chose not to confront her about this, in the interest of removing Hallie from the situation. We had trouble setting up a date for the pick-up, but eventually we were able to, though Hallie's registration paperwork was not avaliable.
On pickup, Hallie was underweight, coughing, with a snotty nose and hugely overgrown hooves. She's terrible pale and absolutely terrified. She doesn't defecate the entire ride (3+ hours) home, which begs to ask, how long was she without food? She is certainly not "in milk" as claimed, and she did not kid in December. It's probably she kidded between September and October. Which brings the question, why were we lied to and where were the kid(s)?
I immediately quarantine Hallie and bring the vet in. She is started on a dewormer regimen, gets a hoof trim, a copper bolus, and a course of antibiotics. Thankfully, two weeks later, she is doing quite well, gaining weight and has been introduced into the herd without too much fanfare.
I've tried in vain to get the truth about Hallie. The most I could get was that Hallie's kid died. I imagine this is the truth of the matter, though she still claims Hallie kidded in December. The paperwork as well still has not been mailed.
I personally talked to the ASPCA. I filed several reports and gave evidence. In time, they told me a warning had been given. I'm not sure if they told me this to get me off their backs, or if they actually went out there, but I do know that this breeder sold quite a lot of goats very soon afterward.
Since then, there has been evidence that several other of the goats have died. The goats, by the breeder's own admission, do not receive vaccinations, are not health tested, and many other things. Now, I'm not against someone who does research and chooses not to vaccinate, and many do not regularly test for health problems.
The point here is the ignorance, and unwillingness to learn. We tried to help this breeder, and it was cast aside. Her whole point was to have a "goat mill" and to make as much money as she can off of the poor beasts.
She has been caught in many lies. I can only hope that the recent events have opened her eyes, but in my experience, people like this never change.
Always do your research before you buy. Take a close look at websites. If someone has pictures of obviously emaciated animals on there, don't you think it's a better idea to look elsewhere?
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Sorry for the repost guys! Haven't been quite feeling myself here lately. And I thought this was a good post to bring back. It is from 2010 and ended up being one of the biggest busts I participated in. It blew up way larger than this original post. I caught this person scamming multiple people and breeding several species, including goats, horses, and pigs.
I caught her falsifying registrations and had to report her to the agency along with others.
She continues to advertise on Craigslist from time to time, the same animals usually. No reputable breeder or owner in our area will touch her stock with a ten foot pole now, because of what I, with the help of a couple others, revealed.
Hallie lived with us for another year before her condition worsened and I chose to put her out of her suffering.
I won't go into the whole list of "mills" out there, which includes just about any species of animals.
Some months ago, a friend contacted me. She had some goats to sell. At the time, I couldn't take them in, we were in the middle of moving and our pens were not set up yet.
So I directed them to another friend I had made and knew through e-mail contact. That person bought the goats.
When the seller got back, she contacted me and told me that the buyer's goats were in poor shape, needing deworming and health care. We decided it was simply a matter of her needing a bit of help, and I and a group of breeders in the area banded together to give her advice. We thought it was all taken care of.
Fast forward a few months, and disturbing things begin popping up. There are complaints on Craigslist about the breeder, and I uncover some pretty disturbing pictures on the breeder's website and other information. Apparently she's had a lot of goats die and the ones left are in bad shape.
I contact the seller and we work out a plan to buy back the two does, all the while I am trying to get more information and get something done about the poor situation going on.
We are able to negotiate payment for one of the does, Hallie. For nearly twice what she was sold to this breeder for. The other Delanie, is "not for sale." We later find out that Delanie died.
We are told Hallie is "in milk" and kidded in December. When asked for pictures of the kid by two separate people, the breeder sends both of them pictures stolen from other websites, and not even the same pictures.
Of course this was uncovered immediately, its not hard to trace pictures back to their source. We chose not to confront her about this, in the interest of removing Hallie from the situation. We had trouble setting up a date for the pick-up, but eventually we were able to, though Hallie's registration paperwork was not avaliable.
On pickup, Hallie was underweight, coughing, with a snotty nose and hugely overgrown hooves. She's terrible pale and absolutely terrified. She doesn't defecate the entire ride (3+ hours) home, which begs to ask, how long was she without food? She is certainly not "in milk" as claimed, and she did not kid in December. It's probably she kidded between September and October. Which brings the question, why were we lied to and where were the kid(s)?
I immediately quarantine Hallie and bring the vet in. She is started on a dewormer regimen, gets a hoof trim, a copper bolus, and a course of antibiotics. Thankfully, two weeks later, she is doing quite well, gaining weight and has been introduced into the herd without too much fanfare.
I've tried in vain to get the truth about Hallie. The most I could get was that Hallie's kid died. I imagine this is the truth of the matter, though she still claims Hallie kidded in December. The paperwork as well still has not been mailed.
I personally talked to the ASPCA. I filed several reports and gave evidence. In time, they told me a warning had been given. I'm not sure if they told me this to get me off their backs, or if they actually went out there, but I do know that this breeder sold quite a lot of goats very soon afterward.
Since then, there has been evidence that several other of the goats have died. The goats, by the breeder's own admission, do not receive vaccinations, are not health tested, and many other things. Now, I'm not against someone who does research and chooses not to vaccinate, and many do not regularly test for health problems.
The point here is the ignorance, and unwillingness to learn. We tried to help this breeder, and it was cast aside. Her whole point was to have a "goat mill" and to make as much money as she can off of the poor beasts.
She has been caught in many lies. I can only hope that the recent events have opened her eyes, but in my experience, people like this never change.
Always do your research before you buy. Take a close look at websites. If someone has pictures of obviously emaciated animals on there, don't you think it's a better idea to look elsewhere?
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Sorry for the repost guys! Haven't been quite feeling myself here lately. And I thought this was a good post to bring back. It is from 2010 and ended up being one of the biggest busts I participated in. It blew up way larger than this original post. I caught this person scamming multiple people and breeding several species, including goats, horses, and pigs.
I caught her falsifying registrations and had to report her to the agency along with others.
She continues to advertise on Craigslist from time to time, the same animals usually. No reputable breeder or owner in our area will touch her stock with a ten foot pole now, because of what I, with the help of a couple others, revealed.
Hallie lived with us for another year before her condition worsened and I chose to put her out of her suffering.
Monday, June 18, 2012
I'm Sick of the Neglect
I'm sick of it. Flat out sick of it. I was notified of a situation going on right here in my own state and took some time to look at it.
Apparently a young girl has several horses she is starving to death. One is a grade bay stud that she purchased on false pretenses from someone I know fairly well.
She began riding this horse at eighteen months old, and then he began to rapidly drop weight.
There are more images, but I think this will suffice, for now. Some of you may say, Well, I've seen far more emaciated horses.
So have I. Does that make it okay? The time to step in is before the horse is on death's door.
Multiple people were offering to help this girl. To pay for a vet visit. To pay to geld this creature. To buy the horse from her. To take the horse. To transport the horse.
The girl made only excuses. Excuse after ridiculous excuse. I'm flat out tired of it.
I wrote a reply to one of the posts that people were talking on, but when I went to hit "enter" the post had been deleted. So I'll post it here. I'm so far past caring about hurting people's feelings.
I know the sheriff's office out our way won't do jack diddly. Had a severely emaciated stallion living across the street that got out of his wire (smooth wire, NOT hot) several times to harass my mares and beg for food. The owners would leave him in his little pen and be gone for a week at a time. I fed him several times from my own hay.
However - having worked in rescue with various species for a very long time, I know a bit more than I should... I suggest you post a picture, Miranda, and quickly, because I have little patience. I've seen enough horses starve to death this year and I simply cannot stomach another. I am the head of one of the largest developed networks online and nothing escapes my notice unless I want it to. I am sick to death of allowing people to abuse and neglect their animals with no repercussions.
I have set into motion a very serious case against someone who is defrauding the United States government AND abusing her horses while breeding them, and I won't hesitate to start something against you. Even if I cannot bring legal charges against you, it is fully in my power to destroy your name on the Internet. And guess what - it's not libel if it's true. I just put my beloved dog down yesterday and I am just not in the mood to sit here and read your excuses. I would like to see a picture of this horse now, please.
Yeah, it's harsh. And it will only get harsher, miss Miranda. It's time to put your big girl panties on and own up to the fact you cannot handle the horses you have and need help. There is NO SHAME in taking help when you need it.
The shame comes when you lie and refuse to do the right thing.
Apparently a young girl has several horses she is starving to death. One is a grade bay stud that she purchased on false pretenses from someone I know fairly well.
She began riding this horse at eighteen months old, and then he began to rapidly drop weight.
There are more images, but I think this will suffice, for now. Some of you may say, Well, I've seen far more emaciated horses.
So have I. Does that make it okay? The time to step in is before the horse is on death's door.
Multiple people were offering to help this girl. To pay for a vet visit. To pay to geld this creature. To buy the horse from her. To take the horse. To transport the horse.
The girl made only excuses. Excuse after ridiculous excuse. I'm flat out tired of it.
I wrote a reply to one of the posts that people were talking on, but when I went to hit "enter" the post had been deleted. So I'll post it here. I'm so far past caring about hurting people's feelings.
I know the sheriff's office out our way won't do jack diddly. Had a severely emaciated stallion living across the street that got out of his wire (smooth wire, NOT hot) several times to harass my mares and beg for food. The owners would leave him in his little pen and be gone for a week at a time. I fed him several times from my own hay.
However - having worked in rescue with various species for a very long time, I know a bit more than I should... I suggest you post a picture, Miranda, and quickly, because I have little patience. I've seen enough horses starve to death this year and I simply cannot stomach another. I am the head of one of the largest developed networks online and nothing escapes my notice unless I want it to. I am sick to death of allowing people to abuse and neglect their animals with no repercussions.
I have set into motion a very serious case against someone who is defrauding the United States government AND abusing her horses while breeding them, and I won't hesitate to start something against you. Even if I cannot bring legal charges against you, it is fully in my power to destroy your name on the Internet. And guess what - it's not libel if it's true. I just put my beloved dog down yesterday and I am just not in the mood to sit here and read your excuses. I would like to see a picture of this horse now, please.
Yeah, it's harsh. And it will only get harsher, miss Miranda. It's time to put your big girl panties on and own up to the fact you cannot handle the horses you have and need help. There is NO SHAME in taking help when you need it.
The shame comes when you lie and refuse to do the right thing.
Saturday, June 16, 2012
Hermaphrodites in Goats

That's a pretty masculine looking goat right there, isn't it? That's certainly what I thought when I walked up to it.But the owners claimed it was a doe, or female.
Baffled, I took a closer look and examined the goat's teats and vulva area.
My suspicions were correct. This was no female goat!
Of course, niether was it a male goat.
It was a hermaphrodite.
Hermaphrodites aren't very uncommon in goats, believe it or not. It occurs when a goat has both male and female reproductive organs. In this case, the goat has a female vulva, but inside was a nodule, which is actually a penis. If we were to examine the internal structure of this goat, we might find testicles in the abdominal cavity.
You can see the visually evident penis within the vulva of this goat above. Fascinating, isn't it? The goat also exhibits immature looking teats much like a buck or wether would and masculine attributes instead of a more feminine look.
There is some debate about the genetic link between the polled (hornless) gene and what causes intersex goats. While it has not been proven, there are many cases of two polled goats being bred together and creating a hermophrodite kid. There are also plenty of cases where it did not.
When breeding polled goats, it would be worth your time to take a closer look at both studies done and anecdotal information to decide for yourself if the risk of breeding a polled goat with a polled goat is worth it to you.
The goat in question here, while very kind and "handsome" in its own way, will likely be butchered this fall along with my own meat goats. I hope to take a closer look at the internal organs at the time and learn more about this fascinating genetic abnormality.
Thursday, June 14, 2012
White Swan, WA - You DISGUST Me!
A picture is worth a thousand words, they say.
This is a rodeo event in White Swan, WA called the Treaty Days Rodeo. Apparently this event is one of the highlights for the kiddos. You wrangle a foal, climb aboard, and drag it around three barrels and back to the judges. Looks like a blast, eh?
Yeah, that foal looks like he's just having the time of his life.
How about this foal? Does he look like he's having a good time?
What PURPOSE does this event hold? What reason is there for putting your children out there to wrangle a frightened foal.

You can visit the website of this rodeo here. (Fair warning, the website will make your eyes bleed. Looks like they can't be bothered to get a decent webmaster.) Write them and tell them how much they disgust you.
You can view these images and others from this rodeo here.
Bullshit events like this give true rodeo a bad name. There is absolutely no reason to allow this kind of nonsense to continue. Not only does this event serve no purpose, it's cruel as well. Someone compared it to the "Dinner Bell Race" where mares are led down a track and the foals "race" back to them. There is no comparison. The foals in that race run, unfettered by the weight of someone's brat, back to mama, and are happy.
THESE foals on the other hand . . . well, if you can't see the difference for yourself, you probably shouldn't call yourself a horse person.
Wednesday, June 13, 2012
Guest Blog - No, Your Baby is Not Starving
Oh, entitled parents, how do I hate thee? Let me count the ways, you
self-absorbed time suckers who think that the world revolves around you
and your precocious brat who won't shut the hell up even for one second.
Last week, a five top came in; four adults and one diaper-wearing, needy one year old human who required a high chair. I go to greet them at the front door.
"Hello, how are you tonight? Table for five?"
"My baby is starving. I need bread," snapped the mother.
Really? That's how we're going to start our evening together, by you completely ignoring the (fake ass) pleasantries I am offering you? Is it my fault that you, as a mother, failed to bring a goddamn Ziploc baggie of Goldfish to nourish your child during the long trip from you apartment down the street all the way to the restaurant?
What I said: Alright, let me go get some bread for you and then I can pull some tables together for your party to sit down.
What I thought: I'm sorry, but is your baby from some drought stricken country in Africa and he hasn't had clean water in days? Is your child one of the 15 million who will die of hunger this year? Is he part of the 50% of all children under five years of age in South Asia and one third of those in sub-Saharan Africa who are are malnourished? Is he one out of the eight children in the United States under the age of twelve who goes to bed hungry every night? Or is it that he's just a little fussy and now you regret throwing away that banana that he didn't want twenty minutes ago?
I return with the basket of emergency rations and begin to drag two tables together so they can sit down and eat their dinner now that I have practically saved the life of a child who, had it not been for me, would have surely expired. The group sits down and I notice that the child has taken one bite of bread and is now interested in the battery operated candle that is sitting on the table. Starvation averted! Score one for the war against hunger.
"We have a few specials tonight I can tell you about very quickly. Our soup tonight is a chilled corn soup with a cream base. The corn is grilled and it has a red pepper garnish. Our appetizer of the night is-"
"I'm sorry," mother interrupts. "Can I go ahead and place his order for mac and cheese? He's really hungry. But no bacon in it.""
I look down at the "really hungry" baby who is mouthing the plastic candle. Right, we don't want that baby to eat bacon but by all means let him lick that candle that has remnants of Windex, dust and every germ known to mankind.
"I will do it right this second." I stop pouring water for everyone and firmly set the metal pitcher on the table and leave them to again do my part to solve world hunger, one baby at a time.
"Please rush. This baby is starving," I type on the order so that that the cooks knows how utterly important it is to get the food right away. I head to the kitchen deciding to wait there until I can return with the sustenance before doing anything else for the table. Six minutes later, the mac and cheese is ready and I go to the table.
"Sorry I didn't get a chance to finish pouring water but I know how important it is to get food to a starving baby so I stayed in the kitchen until it was ready." I pick up the pitcher and continue pouring. "So anyway, our appetizer of the night is a roasted beet salad with goat cheese and balsamic dressing..."
Five minutes and two bites of mac and cheese later, the kid is wandering around the restaurant with its mother. Turns out he wasn't starving after all. It was just another case of an entitled parent thinking that their child deserved special treatment because no other child in the world can be as important as their own. Snap out of it lady. If you're fortunate enough to be able to afford to eat out at a restaurant, you're child is not starving. He's lucky. Most of us who are reading this are lucky.
I hate entitled parents.
Last week, a five top came in; four adults and one diaper-wearing, needy one year old human who required a high chair. I go to greet them at the front door.
"Hello, how are you tonight? Table for five?"
"My baby is starving. I need bread," snapped the mother.
Really? That's how we're going to start our evening together, by you completely ignoring the (fake ass) pleasantries I am offering you? Is it my fault that you, as a mother, failed to bring a goddamn Ziploc baggie of Goldfish to nourish your child during the long trip from you apartment down the street all the way to the restaurant?
What I said: Alright, let me go get some bread for you and then I can pull some tables together for your party to sit down.
What I thought: I'm sorry, but is your baby from some drought stricken country in Africa and he hasn't had clean water in days? Is your child one of the 15 million who will die of hunger this year? Is he part of the 50% of all children under five years of age in South Asia and one third of those in sub-Saharan Africa who are are malnourished? Is he one out of the eight children in the United States under the age of twelve who goes to bed hungry every night? Or is it that he's just a little fussy and now you regret throwing away that banana that he didn't want twenty minutes ago?
I return with the basket of emergency rations and begin to drag two tables together so they can sit down and eat their dinner now that I have practically saved the life of a child who, had it not been for me, would have surely expired. The group sits down and I notice that the child has taken one bite of bread and is now interested in the battery operated candle that is sitting on the table. Starvation averted! Score one for the war against hunger.
"We have a few specials tonight I can tell you about very quickly. Our soup tonight is a chilled corn soup with a cream base. The corn is grilled and it has a red pepper garnish. Our appetizer of the night is-"
"I'm sorry," mother interrupts. "Can I go ahead and place his order for mac and cheese? He's really hungry. But no bacon in it.""
I look down at the "really hungry" baby who is mouthing the plastic candle. Right, we don't want that baby to eat bacon but by all means let him lick that candle that has remnants of Windex, dust and every germ known to mankind.
"I will do it right this second." I stop pouring water for everyone and firmly set the metal pitcher on the table and leave them to again do my part to solve world hunger, one baby at a time.
"Please rush. This baby is starving," I type on the order so that that the cooks knows how utterly important it is to get the food right away. I head to the kitchen deciding to wait there until I can return with the sustenance before doing anything else for the table. Six minutes later, the mac and cheese is ready and I go to the table.
"Sorry I didn't get a chance to finish pouring water but I know how important it is to get food to a starving baby so I stayed in the kitchen until it was ready." I pick up the pitcher and continue pouring. "So anyway, our appetizer of the night is a roasted beet salad with goat cheese and balsamic dressing..."
Five minutes and two bites of mac and cheese later, the kid is wandering around the restaurant with its mother. Turns out he wasn't starving after all. It was just another case of an entitled parent thinking that their child deserved special treatment because no other child in the world can be as important as their own. Snap out of it lady. If you're fortunate enough to be able to afford to eat out at a restaurant, you're child is not starving. He's lucky. Most of us who are reading this are lucky.
I hate entitled parents.
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Today's post is brought to us courtesy of The Bitchy Waiter. Be sure to check out his blog (it's one of my favorites) and tip your waitstaff!
Sunday, June 10, 2012
Weariness
I am weary.
Not tired, per say. Not sleepy. (At least at the current moment.)
Just weary.
So much happening around me while I stand still, watching it proceed.
So many people, full of their own ignorance, while I watch them make fools of themselves.
The whole world is there for the taking, and I let it slip through my fingers due to weariness. I stand upon the edge of a knife, looking from one side to the other, wondering which way to step off. Wondering if I even have control of that step.
Yes, I am couching my issues in terms of metaphor. It makes for pretty reading, don't you think?
In all seriousness, I am just weary (a delightful word) of waiting. I feel that's all I can do currently. I am waiting to hear back about this, and that, and everything. Will this plan come together? Will that situation resolve itself? Will this friend have time for me today? Will that friend be able to come through in that regard?
The knife's edge is an unlucky place to be. Soon, soon I will step (or be pushed) off one side or the other.
Either way, I will continue on.
I am weary, but I am not defeated.
Not tired, per say. Not sleepy. (At least at the current moment.)
Just weary.
So much happening around me while I stand still, watching it proceed.
So many people, full of their own ignorance, while I watch them make fools of themselves.
The whole world is there for the taking, and I let it slip through my fingers due to weariness. I stand upon the edge of a knife, looking from one side to the other, wondering which way to step off. Wondering if I even have control of that step.
Yes, I am couching my issues in terms of metaphor. It makes for pretty reading, don't you think?
In all seriousness, I am just weary (a delightful word) of waiting. I feel that's all I can do currently. I am waiting to hear back about this, and that, and everything. Will this plan come together? Will that situation resolve itself? Will this friend have time for me today? Will that friend be able to come through in that regard?
The knife's edge is an unlucky place to be. Soon, soon I will step (or be pushed) off one side or the other.
Either way, I will continue on.
I am weary, but I am not defeated.
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