I need to rescue something that doesn’t fit into a tupperware dish – dogs here I come!
As much as I like snails I’m never going to put one on a lead and walk it round the park. Not, anyway, if Ann has anything to do with it.
‘Get it out of here!’
(And certainly not if I see that hipster girl who saw me photographing the dog-turd by Broadway Market)
While size is no argument for moral worth (if only Mitt Romney was obese I’d vote for him)
everyone knows that in the maths of compassion 150 small bugs doesn’t add up to a say… a single springer spaniel. Or even a cock-a-too. In fact, a springer spaniel or a cockatoo can HAVE 150 worms in it. Save the dog and you save 150 worms. No that doesn’t work, but anyway you see my point… (do you? I don’t)
Let’s rest on the following assumption (at least for now):
if the animal I save can fit it into a small tupperware dish it doesn’t count.
But equally if it’s too big for me to wrestle to the ground single-handedly then I’m allowed to give it a pass. I want to save a medium sized THING. Something I can put in a rucsac.
Dogs have always been my doorway into the world of animal compassion so it make sense to start working more seriously with them. I have dogs, I love dogs, I photograph dogs. If a dog suffers I empathise with it in a way that is more immediate than with any other animal. If a dog whines I hear from five hundred paces.
And now I have some plans
I will go abroad very soon and I want to work with dogs in difficult areas. I’m beginning to figure out this year to help. I want to divide it up into three:
1) I want to spend a good chunk of it on dogs (because I love them)
2) then another chunk on farm animals (because that’s where the biggest amount of animal suffering is)
3) and a final chunk on wilder more exotic animals (because that will be exciting).
A story with three acts:
‘Woof! Moo! ….Ibbble-sqwaaaarrkkkkkk!
I have booked a flight and will shortly be in dustier fields on more impressive projects – to be announced very soon – and I won’t rescue a single snail unless it has a a lead on it and will fetch a ball. In which case I’ll tour the world with it as a street act.
But before go off I’m determined to prove that charity CAN start at home. It seems a little pointless flying out to palm-fringed beaches to feed stray pups if you can’t make a difference on your doorstep. I want to help dogs in the UK.
But the question is: what help do dogs need here?
We love our dogs!
In China they eat them, in Greece they leave them on the streets, in countries with rabies they kill them with a long pole…but in the UK we dress them in coats.
Well, dear reader, not so fast.
I just did a long look on the internet (never a good place to look for animal cruelty issues whilst eating lunch) and after many fairly stressful hours I’ve decided that there are two very big problems that shamefully I, as a dog lover!, didn’t know much about. And two problems that MAYBE I can help with.
Both of the following seem to cause untold suffering and death and they are happening HERE, right on our doorstep.
1) Dogs being sold on Gumtree, yes, that cheap internet sales site
2) Puppy ‘farming’
I’ll explain in the next blog why each is bringing misery to thousands of our ‘best friends’ and what, maybe, I can do about it.