|Looks Just like Molly when she was small|
|Laddy, 4/16/2007 - 8/27/2010 R.I.P|
|Our only double blue eye, Katie We would love to see her again|
I guess because of the season, it has cause me to appreciate everything the dogs do for us and I now realize that they do things for others too, making their owners as happy as we are. As humans, we did receive a wonderful gift that we celebrate this time of year and the rewards will be everlasting. With people that have our dogs they also received a gift from Molly and Dutchess that have had an effect that will last for a long time too. OK just to make it clear, Dutchess will never be “Mary”, Dutchess is too rotten and spoiled, but Molly... that’s a possibility, Molly is so tender, unselfish and considerate. But Dutchess… No way, she’s like Madonna, self centered, but sweet in her own way, but only when she wants something.
|Molly & Clancy|
|Right Before the Surgery on Floor at the Vet's Office|
|Little Gracie Mae, From my Hands to God|
|Molly at home right after the surgery|
Someday we'll all be together... Take care little ones…I Love You, Dad
"Heaven is the place of final and complete happiness that God has prepared for us - and if animals are necessary to make us happy in heaven, then you can be sure God will have them there."--Rev. Billy Graham
Note: James Clancy is named after his dad Clancy James and Gracie Mae is named after Molly Mae. The name that I originally gave this Blog is “What Happened This Week”. Usually I try to keep the reader up-to-date with the events that happened during the week. This week is no different but much sadder with a story I hate to share, but I have found that sharing not only tells the story, it helps to heal me and gives me comfort. This has been very difficult to tell and I thank you for being a part of my therapy. Give your dog a hug today. Ken
I was also thinking that this could be a place to teach our young generations what our forefathers did in a time of “need”. I also see an opportunity to make a little scratch and keep us in supplies for the privy. I thought it could be a tourist attraction because it is so close to the road and even envision providing a photo opportunity for the kiddos. I can just see it, “Be the first on your block to have your photo taken with a part of American history” for a small fee of course. Why heck, even the parents could take part in the photo opt making it a day of events.
After doing some research on Outhouses I came up with some interesting tidbits.
- I've heard about 2 seater outhouses-I just thought it was so more than one person could use the potty at a time-not true. One seat was made larger for adults-one smaller for kids.
- One theory about the moon on the door-the moon was the symbol for women-the star burst was the symbol for men. Since men's outhouses usually weren't kept up as well, they deteriorated faster. The women's outhouses being taken better care of-lasted longer-thus we associate the moon with outhouses.
- Thomas Crapper was one of the first installers of water-closets.
- Folks had different names for outhouses such as: I'm going to; the white house, the garden house, the la-la, the throne, the summer house, the library, the shiver shanty, and many others. One I still hear on regular basis-I'm going to see a man about a dog. (from The Deer Hunter)
- Outhouse diggers are folks who find old outhouses and dig for treasure. They find all manner of items-mostly very old bottles.
It was fun to plan and build the little event and who knows what the next project could be, Elaine even said “you’re a building fool” and I agree. With the outhouse, chicken house and a real tractor that even works, we are well on our way to becoming real farmers, but I will draw the line on bib overalls…
Shuck's Border Collie Facebook Page
I take great joy in hearing about our dogs and pups and nothing thrills me more than to get updates on their life and see them through words, photos or visits, no matter how far or close they are. As I have always said, "It might be your dog, but it will always be my pup" That part of their life is deeply rooted and will always be mine to keep and treasure... Ken
Don't fence me in
Let me ride through the wide open country that I love
Don't fence me in
Let me be by myself in the evenin' breeze
Oh, give me land, lots of land under starry skies above
And listen to the murmur of the cottonwood trees
Send me off forever but I ask you please
Don't fence me in
Just turn me loose, let me straddle my old saddle
Underneath the western skies
On my Cayuse, let me wander over yonder
Till I see the mountains rise
I want to ride to the ridge where the west commences
And gaze at the moon till I lose my senses
And I can't look at hovels and I can't stand fences
Don't fence me in
Two calls really stuck with me. The first was a man who had made a visit and was upset because of the kennel's conditions. I listened to him and tried to console him thinking it couldn't have been that bad. He called back and stated that he had made another visit only to be more upset. He didn't know who to call, and I gave him some information and contacts he could use. After he had vented for a while, he broke down and cried because of their treatment and abuse and didn't understand how anybody could do that to an animal. I took it upon myself to call the local authorities “just to talk” one retired investigator to an active one. The officer was well aware of the breeder and stated that 80% of ALL their calls are from the same breeder and abuse. They did state that there was a court hearing at the end of the month. All was well; problem solved…or, so I thought…
Her testimony was heartbreaking, and I knew at that very moment, I had to do something, I didn't know what, but I had to do something. Before I could take anyone's word, I had to make a visit. It would not be fair to discuss the situation or make an opinion if I did not witness the “so-called” abuse for myself, so I made my mind up; I was going to make a visit, just to see…and our journey starts.
The date was set, and I asked Elaine to go, but she was busy at church and couldn't. I then asked a friend of ours, Karen Newhall, who has 20 years of experience in developing drugs for animal health and has a working sheep farm with two border collies. We chose a day to go, and off to Lafayette, we went. A lot of small talk in the 3-hour drive, but the conversation was getting serious about the dogs as we got closer. "What are we going to say?" "What are we going to ask?" I told Karen I was getting a little nervous. I was a detective for 25 years in a major city in my past life, but what I was about to do hit close to home and concerned me more than anything I had done in those twenty-five years. As we pulled in, I turned to Karen and said, "I hope it's not as bad as we've been told," and she said, "Me too."
The farm property was located at 10112 South 700 East, Clarks Hill, Indiana, which is a rural farm property; there is a mobile home and at least two metal pole buildings, and four-wire corn cribs. Many of the dogs are housed in a 30 x 60 metal pole building. The property is overgrown and unkempt. Some dogs are housed in the corn cribs, one dog was tied outside, and one dog was loose. The border collies totaled at 43; that’s all we could see.
What to do? Karen and I were on a mission now…Letters were written, phone calls were made, and visits were scheduled. There were many people that helped, but most did not. Of all the animal groups out there that are advertised to help, all of them kept referring us back to the local authorities, but they did want our money. I even called PETA, and even they were aware of him but referred us back to the locals. The Captain of the local sheriff’s department was well aware of him and even stated that 80% of their complaints and workload was about this breeder, so the fight was on again. We had to do it for the dogs; we were their voice.
After much work and many phone calls, we were summoned to the sheriff’s department for a meeting. At first, we thought they were just trying to blow us off and coddle us, and the meeting started a little shaky because of me; I just wanted to say my piece. Little did I know who was in attendance. There were Detectives, Captains, Prosecutors, and even the National Director of “Puppy Mills” of the National Humane Society from Washington DC, she had flown in just for this meeting and the raid, and after the meeting, I hugged her. The wheels were finally turning. At the raid a few days later, the kennel was cited with over 50 citations, and various charges were filed from the health department. All of which are pending, but it's not over.
One night a week or so ago, I was sitting in my recliner, and Clancy had crawled in my lap and was sound asleep; Abbie was right next to me as close as she could get, with Dutchess laying at my feet. Clancy was knocked completely out, fast asleep, and I was rubbing him from his snout down his back; it was heaven for both of us. Just then, I thought about Randy and his dogs, and I don’t know why. I don't know if he cares for them but has he experienced this, the bond and love of a dog. Has he experienced the speed of them running and playing and being happy watching them play and jump? With 43 dogs on his property, it would be hard. He has stated that he can’t let them out because he’s afraid they will run off or get hurt, so they stay in their kennel all day begging for attention and just a chance to run.
As I lay in bed every night, I see the scared faces of dogs that I know need more than they are getting. Sometimes, my dogs are a handful, and I can’t imagine 43, and I know it would hard to do under the best circumstances. But in my thoughts, late at night… I do feel sorry for the breeder and wonder what happened in the 40 years he has been breeding border collies. In my suffering, I pray… I pray for him, and I also pray for the dogs in his care and hope that this will be resolved soon. Let’s just hope.
As I drift off, I see the faces of the dogs, some of which look like mine, and wonder if things were different…but rain falls on the just and the unjust.
To the dogs I left behind, know this, we did everything we could do. It's in God's hands now, and hopefully, I'll see you again, maybe even at the bridge where you'll finally be able to run and scamper and have someone hug and hold you, stroking your face looking into your sad eyes...I'm sure I'll know you; your faces will live with me forever...
Give your dog a hug today.... some Border Collies have never had one... Ken