R.I.P. Shamrock

You deserved so much better.

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The Kiss

Mom found this on Rescue Ink's MySpace page.. Posted by Linda (Animal Lover). She asked me to post it here so she'd always have it. It makes Mom happy for obvious reasons, but also because "it's a Dobi, a so-called "vicious" dog. Take that you fucking animal stereotyping bastards!" (Mom's words, not mine. I don't use expletives.)







She is pregnant;


he had just saved her from a fire in her house, rescuing her by carrying her out of the house into her front yard, while he continued to fight the fire.


When he finally got done putting the fire out, he sat down to catch his breath and rest.


A photographer from the Charlotte , North Carolina newspaper, noticed her in the distance looking at the fireman.


He saw her walking straight toward the fireman and wondered what she was going to do.


As he raised his camera, she came up to the tired man who had saved her life and the lives of her babies and kissed him just as the photographer snapped this photograph.

Introduction

I don't think I ever properly introduced myself. Hi, my name is Mr. Dingo Muttley, but you may call me Dingo. I live with my Mom, Vixen; little brother, Nugget; and 18 Betta fish. Mom thinks I'm probably about 8 years old, but I didn't start keeping track until I came to live here. This makes me 5 years old. For the full story of how I came to live with my People, please go to Mom's blog and read this. For the full story of how brother Nug came to join us, read here.

Sometimes, I post on Mom's blog, but Mom said I could finally have my own because I like to post helpful hints and reminders for other animals who might not be as fortunate as some of us. Mom said someday Nugget may have something important to say too, but right now he's too busy chewing on shoes and phone cords to be of much use.

Mom's in the process of helping me find the perfect layout for my blog. I wanted the one with the lasagna background, but Mom said it'd make everyone hungry, so I decided against it. I want your focus to be on what I have to say.

So that's it. I'm Dingo, this is my blog, and you need to read it.

Thanks,
Mr. Dingo Muttley

Her name was Ella. This is her story. I don't want her to be forgotten.

As written in the Orlando Sentinel by Walter Pacheco on March 14, 2008:

"The Cocoa woman who admitted to starving her 2-year-old dog to death is out of jail this morning, jail records show.Brevard County Jail officials said that Christine Dawn Abrams, 29, walked out of jail Thursday at 11: 30 p.m. on pre-trial release. Court records show that her next appearance before a Brevard County circuit judge is set for April 24.

Cocoa police arrested Abrams on Thursday on a charge of cruelty to animals in the death of her dog, Ella. Her bail was set at $1,000.

Abrams told police she starved her German Shepherd to death by leaving her locked in a metal crate in an empty house for two months without food or water, the police report shows.

Detectives said a large bag of dry dog food sat untouched just a few feet from the crate.

Neighbors told police that Abrams loved the dog.

"She spent a great deal of time walking and playing with the dog," the Cocoa Police Department report shows.

A check of her MySpace social networking page shows photos of Abrams holding and playing with Ella when the dog was 3 and 5 weeks old. Another photo shows the dog at 5 months old.

Police searched the area for five hours and located Abrams at her new address on Parapet Drive, less than six miles from her former residence.

Abrams told detectives that the water had been turned off at her former residence in January and she had to move. She locked Ella in a crate at the old home because her new roommate did not like dogs.

Investigators said Abrams admitted that she knew what would happen if Ella was left alone without food or water for an extended period of time. "She showed no remorse over the dog," the detective wrote in his report.

Police spokeswoman Barbara Matthews said, "This was a dog that was current on all of his shots. All she had to do was leave the door open."

She also could have dropped the dog off at a shelter. The Central Brevard Humane Society, which takes in pets people can no longer care for, is less than three miles from the Peachtree Street home."

Taken from Voices for Ella

Go light a candle for Ella.

In Sorrow,
Dingo