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People need to realize the significance of this post, because when I reblogged it it was just blank so I think some people may not understand what this is trying to say

Adopting an animal (or buying from someone close to you who has recently had puppies, kittens, etc) is not like simply going to the store and buying a toy. You do not just get to throw it away once you are done with it and it stops being cute in your eyes

This is a real living thing that has emotions, needs, and wants, not something to be thrown away when YOU are done after YOU entered at commitment to raise and care for this animal. 

What’s just as bad as dumping the animal off just anywhere you want, whether it be on the side of the road or in a shelter, is that a lot of these animals end up dying after that. Animals are NOT always adopted and strays are not always picked up. Animals can get put down, run over, tortured, and a list of other things 

People should really think about what they are responsible for before they bring an animal into their life

Not to mention that that animal loves you, you are his world, and when you drop him off at the shelter - or worse, in the street - you are abandoning him. He doesn’t know what he did wrong, he thinks you’ll come back, maybe you just dropped him off for a bit and you’ll come back to him.
Not only did you make a commitment, but that animal loves you and throwing them away isn’t just breaking that commitment, it’s throwing away someone who doesn’t understand why you don’t love him anymore and where you went.

This is so important. Animals are NOT toys you just can’t return them because you got bored. Think first before you buy a cute little puppy for your stupid girlfriend or sister or whatever. Okay. This just make me so mad that I can’t keep talking about it. Seriously you have no heart if you do this. Seriously

this kills me inside

My parents didn’t even grasp this concept. They would constantly just buy or adopt cats, and then after they’d mature, give them back or send them to shelters. My PARENTS. Full grown ADULTS. I’m only 21 and I have been called many things in my life, but I have NEVER been called a bad pet-owner.

You are taking that animal’s life and putting the fate of it IN THE PALM OF YOUR HANDS when you ACCEPT THE RESPONSIBILITY AND WORK THAT GOES INTO CARING FOR THEM. In return they love you and are there for you. They’re going to be your companion for the rest of THEIR LIFE. They know nothing of the world and they sure as hell don’t know you’re going to stop loving them once they reach a certain size. I need to stop because I’m getting so pissed. I was just at a shelter yesterday visiting all these animals because I was interested in volunteering—and I just cried on and off because they were all so fucking precious and they all deserved the best life they could possibly get.

They may only be there for a part of your life, but to them, you’re their whole life. Remember that.

OOC: THIS!!!!

Yes. YES, and YES!

This also applies to “seasonal pets" like ducks, chicks, and rabbits.

(Source: twocentslice)

Babysitting this adorable, yet crazy little girl. Her name is Maryann. She’s adopted.
She may not be the prettiest thing on the block — hmm, on second thought…
I was with her human when he adopted her from the Philadelphia Animal Welfare Society (PAWS) five years ago. She follows him everywhere.
As with most animals, she has a personality all her own. If you bring her cookies, she’s your friend for life.  :op

Babysitting this adorable, yet crazy little girl. Her name is Maryann. She’s adopted.

She may not be the prettiest thing on the block — hmm, on second thought…

I was with her human when he adopted her from the Philadelphia Animal Welfare Society (PAWS) five years ago. She follows him everywhere.

As with most animals, she has a personality all her own. If you bring her cookies, she’s your friend for life.  :op

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Harvey used to be a fighting dog. His ears torn from battles he was forced into. He flinches when you talk too loud around him. He gets so excited when you prepare his food, as in disbelief that he’s actually going to eat this many days in a row and when you put the food down he kisses you in gratitude. He’s afraid of thunder, soda cans, the TV and when baby Nick Fury meows when he’s hungry. When we first picked up Harvey from the pound half of his face was missing and he was severely underweight.Now he’s a kitten baby sitter. FIGHT BSL IN YOUR COUNTY. 

right in the feels

OH MY GOD THE KITTEN IS LIKE THE SIZE OF HIS EAR I CANNOT EVEN EVER AGAIN

IT’S THE REAL-LIFE VERSION OF THESE GUYS

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So, when I saw this, I didn’t know what BSL stands for.

Breed-specific legislation (BSL) is a law that bans OR restricts certain types of dogs based on their appearance, usually because they are perceived as “dangerous” breeds or types of dogs.

**It is a common misconception that BSL refers only to breed bans. BSL is seen in two forms: bans and restrictions.**

According to StopBSL.org, - Breed-specific restrictions may require an owner of a targeted breed do any of the following or more, depending on how the law is written:

  • Muzzle the dog in public
  • Spay or neuter the dog
  • Contain the dog in a kennel with specific requirements (6′ chain link walls, lid, concrete floors, etc.)
  • Keep the dog on a leash of specific length or material
  • Purchase liability insurance of a certain amount
  • Place “vicious dog” signs on the outside of the residence where the dog lives
  • Make the dog wear a “vicious dog” tag or other identifying marker

These regulations are unfair, and don’t address the issue of the mistreatment of animals.

It’s important to understand that, as social animals, dogs respond to their humans’ behavior and treatment. Dogs are pack animals and need to be given a role in your pack (or family).

Pit Bull Terriers especially get a bad rap because their ‘eager to please’ personality has led to their training and mistreatment as fighting dogs.

Dog fighting is cruel and the people who participate are cowards!

Pet ownership takes patience and love, but the rewards are invaluable.

The Chemistry of Kibble

 The billion-dollar, cutting-edge science of convincing dogs and cats to eat what’s in front of them. 
By Mary Roach 
Pet foods come in a variety of flavors because that’s what humans like, and we assume pets like what we like. We’re wrong.
"Despite the cryptic name and anonymous office-park architecture, the nature of the enterprise located at AFB International is clear the moment you sit down for a meeting. The conference room smells like kibble. One wall, entirely glass, looks onto a small-scale kibble-extrusion plant where men and women in lab coats and blue sanitary shoe covers tootle here and there pushing metal carts. AFB makes flavor coatings for dry pet foods. To test the coatings, the company needs to make small batches of plain kibble to put them on. The coated kibbles are then served to consumers: Spanky, Thomas, Skipper, Porkchop, Mohammid, Elvis, Sandi, Bela, Yankee, Fergie, Murphy, Limburger, and some 300 other dogs and cats that reside at the company’s Palatability Assessment Resource Center (PARC), about an hour’s drive from its St. Louis–area headquarters.
Read more at PopSci.com

The Chemistry of Kibble

The billion-dollar, cutting-edge science of convincing dogs and cats to eat what’s in front of them.

By Mary Roach 

Pet foods come in a variety of flavors because that’s what humans like, and we assume pets like what we like. We’re wrong.

"Despite the cryptic name and anonymous office-park architecture, the nature of the enterprise located at AFB International is clear the moment you sit down for a meeting. The conference room smells like kibble. One wall, entirely glass, looks onto a small-scale kibble-extrusion plant where men and women in lab coats and blue sanitary shoe covers tootle here and there pushing metal carts. AFB makes flavor coatings for dry pet foods. To test the coatings, the company needs to make small batches of plain kibble to put them on. The coated kibbles are then served to consumers: Spanky, Thomas, Skipper, Porkchop, Mohammid, Elvis, Sandi, Bela, Yankee, Fergie, Murphy, Limburger, and some 300 other dogs and cats that reside at the company’s Palatability Assessment Resource Center (PARC), about an hour’s drive from its St. Louis–area headquarters.

Read more at PopSci.com

  • WRONG MEETING?

Is this video going too far to make a point? Perhaps, but make It’s Point it does.

Given a choice, I will always choose a rescue over a breeder dog any day. Rescued pets seem to know their situation, and appreciate you for giving them a good home.

You’d be surprised how many “Pure Breeds” can be found at your local Animal Shelter or SPCA. But “mutts” are my favorite. The majority of dogs who lived with me were mutts.

Besides… Mutts are just Pure Breads that haven’t yet been acknowledged by the American Kennel Club Association.

To find a pet that’s right for you, click here -> http://www.petfinder.com/index.html

Maryann is my God-dog. Should anything happen to her owner, I get custody of her.
She’s a little spoiled, but that’s not uncommon with rescued animals. She brings her owner everyday for a short visit after her walk. Not one for social graces, Maryann enters without the usual greeting. The moment I open the door, she walks right past me to inspect the traffic area from the front door to the kitchen, and back again. Once back in the living room she sits up straight, looks up at me, and gives a nod.
This is Maryann’s way of saying, “Okay, I’m here. Where’s my treats?”
I say “treats” (plural) because Maryann gets three treats each visit: two small Milk Bones and one small Pedigree Marrow Bone. There must be something special in the Pedigree Marrow Bones because Maryann just loves them. We’ve affectionately come to call them “Doggy Crack”.
Maryann has learned how to count to three. Give her one or two, she knows there’s another coming and will sit and stare at you until you present it.
Maryann loves to stare. There are times when she’ll stand there and just stare at you. She doesn’t sit and stare. She stands and stares. At first, we thought it meant she needed to go out. But no, Maryann is just fond of standing and staring. It’s just her thing.
Maryann will sit, turn around, lay down, and even stand on her hind legs for a treat. But the minute she’s counted all three treats, she’s ready to go. So there’s a lot of play that happens between treats. Then finally, after the third and final treat, Maryann stands by the front door and stares at the doorknob. She’s had her treats and it’s time to go.
Smart dog. ;)

Maryann is my God-dog. Should anything happen to her owner, I get custody of her.

She’s a little spoiled, but that’s not uncommon with rescued animals. She brings her owner everyday for a short visit after her walk. Not one for social graces, Maryann enters without the usual greeting. The moment I open the door, she walks right past me to inspect the traffic area from the front door to the kitchen, and back again. Once back in the living room she sits up straight, looks up at me, and gives a nod.

This is Maryann’s way of saying, “Okay, I’m here. Where’s my treats?”

I say “treats” (plural) because Maryann gets three treats each visit: two small Milk Bones and one small Pedigree Marrow Bone. There must be something special in the Pedigree Marrow Bones because Maryann just loves them. We’ve affectionately come to call them “Doggy Crack”.

Maryann has learned how to count to three. Give her one or two, she knows there’s another coming and will sit and stare at you until you present it.

Maryann loves to stare. There are times when she’ll stand there and just stare at you. She doesn’t sit and stare. She stands and stares. At first, we thought it meant she needed to go out. But no, Maryann is just fond of standing and staring. It’s just her thing.

Maryann will sit, turn around, lay down, and even stand on her hind legs for a treat. But the minute she’s counted all three treats, she’s ready to go. So there’s a lot of play that happens between treats. Then finally, after the third and final treat, Maryann stands by the front door and stares at the doorknob. She’s had her treats and it’s time to go.

Smart dog. ;)