3 posts tagged “rescue”
I knew I shouldn't click on the link. I knew reading about the woman who had her dog cloned was just going to piss me off, but I did it anyway.
I expected a low-grade contempt, but it turned out to be even worse than that. Bernann McKinney sold her house to raise the $50,000 to pay for the cloning. Fine, it's her house, her money, although I'd certainly suggest there are more worthwhile causes to which one could contribute $50,000. What got me, what pushed me right up to the edge of a full-blown fit of rage is what Ms. McKinney had to say about why she had her dog cloned:
"I had to make sacrifices and I dream of the day, some day when everyone can afford to clone their pet because losing a pet is a terrible, terrible loss to anyone."
Where did this amazing, "indispensable" dog named Booger come from? McKinney rescued him from a shelter. So, instead of honoring Booger's memory and his invaluable contribution to her life by going back to the shelter and rescuing another dog, she opted to spend $50,000 to bring five more dogs into the world. Five. Five shelter dogs who got gassed in the place Booger. Imagine how many dogs that $50,000 would have saved.
McKinney's dream sounds like my nightmare.
UPDATE: Now it comes out that Ms. Dog-Cloner is also Ms. Mormon-Missionary-Raper. Charged in 1977 for stalking, kidnapping, and sexually assaulting a Mormon missionary. She jumped bail and disappeared into obscurity...until now.
Or, the Dumbest Little Bunny in Kansas. Yup, guess who was in my window well when I got home from work. Not Angelina Jolie.
Teeny Bun strikes again. The good news: I'm getting better at wrangling him into a cardboard box. The bad news: I am tired of this shit.
Apparently.
The cats alerted me to my new charge by meowing frantically out on the screen porch. When I went out, I expected to see a bird, or another cat, or Teeny Bun, who was most recently seen skulking around the pampas grass.
Yes, it was Teeny Bun, and he'd gone in for the latest trend: falling into one of the many deep pits around my house.
So, down to the basement I go to find Teeny Bun hiding out in the same place Baby Boid did last year, when he fell into the window well. Christ on a crutch.
Unlike Baby Boid, I didn't figure that Teeny Bun's Mom was going to come and feed him, and he does look like he's awfully small to be on his own. Either way, he wasn't going to fly out of my window well, sooo...Redzilla to the rescue.
Tragically, there was no one to film the adventure that was me entrapping this impossibly small rabbit in a cardboard box. You'll have to settle for a video of the rabbit-cat interaction.
Because it's been several days that I've seen him on his own, looking lost, and because the window well is deep, I figured I better bring him in and at least make sure that he's hydrated and not injured.
I did not bring him in just so I could look at his teeny-tiny-ness. I did NOT! Okay, fine, I put him in my bathtub with some water and some lettuce out of my garden in hopes that in a little bit I'll be able to go look at his cuteness. Satisfied?
