Mad World

What is the world coming to? News reaches me that a 12-year old dog was shot twice as she defended her family during an armed raid at their home. At their home!

Nina, a terrier-cross, so NOT a big brute of a dog, was shot in the face and leg as she confronted the raiders.

According to BBC online, this was a ‘targeted attack’ and one family friend had a gun held to her head as the ‘gang searched every room for cash’.

And where was this attack? Upmarket Chelsea or Mayfair, where the rich and famous reside? No. How about Notting Hill, St John's Wood or Hampstead? No. It was Willesden Green. If you know Willesden, you'll know that there are a few swanky houses (with electronic gates) but you wouldn't think the area merited an armed robbery.

Very scary stuff. Fortunately, Nina is making good progress at the RSPCA's Harmsworth Memorial Hospital (I hope the family gives a generous donation) and...the family's other dog, Cassius, is unharmed. Cassius, apparently, hid from the attackers.

So, it will be null points to Cassius - and no special treats - and a heroine's welcome for Nina, when she's made a full recovery.

Woof Woof

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Foxy Lady

With all this bad news - a soldier about to be kidnapped and beheaded, Lord Levy and more alleged dodgy dealings with New Labour and peerages for sale - I think we need something to distract ourselves. So I am going to start with the weather, which today was absolutely gorgeous.

It felt like spring, even though it's still January and officially winter. Yes, daffodils are growing, bulbs are coming up and the sun was in the sky; the river has also receded, so we can walk along the Thames.

I felt happy and the Mistress felt happy and I decided to celebrate this sunny day by rolling in something "unspeakable"! Let's just say I decided to model Eau de Fox today.

But the Mistress was not happy; unbeknownst to me, she was on a deadline and had a train to catch. Not today, of all days, she said. I don't know what her problem is.

Doesn't she know that Eau de Fox is cool? Only last week, a fox was caught shopping in Portobello Road, Notting Hill! Yes, indeed. A fox wandered into Office Shoes and ...well, as all girls do, she shopped for footwear. Now that's what I like to see! And the shop staff didn't even turf her out, they just called the RSPCA instead.

While the Mistress was out, I tried really hard to spread the scent at home, too; who needs Dyptique candles when you can have the real thing?

So, don't forget, all things vixen are...cool. Über cool. Unless you're a chicken.

Woof Woof

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Finders, Keepers?

I thought that when there's an environmental and/or maritime disaster in the making, people rush to the shores to see how they can help save the wildlife and clean up the beach.

But not in the South West, apparently, oh no!

The stricken container ship MSC Napoli, is currently stranded off the Devon coast and while the fuel tanks haven't leaked as much as they could, the RSPB "has reported that 600 seabirds had been found suffering from the effects of oil between Chesil Beach and Portland in Dorset, sparking fears environmental damage was worsening".

But what are locals doing?  Why, they are hotfooting it to see if they can get their hands on some of the containers - holding a 4x4 vehicle, ladies' shoes, Bibles in a foreign language and nappies.

According to the BBC, "Hundreds of people have made off with valuable hauls from some 40 containers which drifted onto Branscombe beach."

Local bobby, PC Steve Speariett, explains that "Around 50 BMW motorbikes were carried off the beach last night...other products taken away included exhaust pipes, steering wheels and beauty cream."

So that's ok, then!  Forget the wildlife, just remember to bag your anti-ageing products.

Scavengers or should that be looters, have been filmed and recorded and while they promise to declare their "finds", I reckon they won't be in a rush to come clean, do you?

If locals do benefit from their salvaging efforts, I hope others will shame them into doing some environmental cleaning up in return!

Woof Woof

Farmer Percy Podger Puts Cattle At Risk of BSE

Surrey has been on high alert for BSE because a farmer has broken all the rules and fed his cattle rabbit and guinea pig food. If it weren't so tragic, would be farcical.

Percy Podger has been busily feeding his cattle pet food that contains "mammalian meat and bonemeal (MMBM), which was probably bovine". It is illegal to feed bovine matter to cows because of the risk to humans of contracting vCJD.

Mr Podger has said it's not his fault and his entire herd will have to be slaughtered. But there is slightly more to this seemingly innocent farmer.

According to Surrey County Council, this farmer was banned from keeping cattle for three years, "after being convicted of a raft of animal welfare and record-keeping offences".

He was "fined a total of £850 for a string of offences including causing uneccessary suffering, failing to ear-tag animals and failing to dispose of animal by-products properly.... Surrey County Council’s Trading Standards team ... were appalled by conditions and practices on the farm.

"Spot inspections also revealed flagrant breaches of animal disposal laws designed to keep disease at bay - sheep skulls and cattle carcasses were found rotting on Podger’s land and on another occasion Trading Standards officers found a dead sheep wedged under a lorry. On yet another visit a decomposing Charolais calf was found partially submerged in a watercourse facing the River Wey, with Podger subsequently ignoring an order to remove it."

My question is this; how on earth was Farmer Podger allowed to get back into business? And sadly, we know his farming practices are not unique. During the Foot and Mouth crisis a few years ago, the countryside certainly had a few farmers working the system to their advantage. If you don't believe the word of a city woof, ask your friends in the country! Of course, not all farmers are bad - that's not what I am saying but the farming industry is not a healthy one! But that's a whole different story....

So while Farmer Podger's herd is sent off for slaughter, I have a horrible feeling it's a blessing in disguise for these poor animals.

Woof Woof

Fight Club

I'm depressed. In that thoroughly fed up, the world's a bad place, kind of depressed way. And why am I feeling so blue? Because ever since the death of the little girl in Liverpool, the news is full of bad stories about dogs. (And that's not to diminish the death of a child.)

Dogs that have been seized. Dogs that have been handed in under an amnesty. Illegal dogs for sale. So-called " legal" dogs (but they SO aren't) for sale but advertised in dodgy places. Dogs that have attacked. Dogs that might attack. And everyone has plenty to say about the Dangerous Dogs Act, which seems, across the board, to satisfy no one. The one thing that all these stories have in common is the way that the dogs have been treated by their owners. And it's thoroughly depressing for the victims - human and canine.

And today it's the dog fighting that has got me down. There have been quite a few reports about the latest number of dogs seized...here's a taster from The Independent:

"The bedroom in the council house in Essex was carefully converted to allow the men to watch their pets rip each other apart.
A door leading into the box room had the top half cut off so that the pit bulls could be videoed fighting.

After each session, the bottom of the bedroom walls were repainted a dark blue to hide the stains left by the bleeding dogs.

This was the scene that greeted RSPCA officers during one of their investigations into dog fights. They were in action again yesterday when they helped police to seize at least 13 pit bull terriers from properties in Stourbridge, West Midlands, following a tip-off that the dogs were being used in fights."

And it continues...

"Mike James, who said he left the pit bull fighting scene about five years ago, said the rules of combat have disappeared since the early to mid-1990s, when 20 fights would be staged each month. Once, the dogs would be matched by weight and examined by a vet who would remain in attendance, along with a referee, said Mr James - not his real name. He said the "gangsters" involved in the game now "scatterbreed" the dogs: mate fighting dogs with pure pit bulls to create powerful new breeds. "Dogs will be strapped to a treadmill for half an hour or placed on an electric one so they can't slow down," he said.

He said that the stakes can be high - as much as £10,000 - and the consequences for the creatures involved can be grim: jaws left hanging off or dislocated, puncture marks to the face and, in some cases, death in the "ring".

Chief Inspector Ian Briggs, of the RSPCA's special operations unit, said: "The Dangerous Dogs Act initially had an effect on the number of animals, but over the past few years there has been a big increase in the number of pit bulls."

He said despite a crack down on "premier league" dog fighters, and a series of successful prosecutions, there were still about 100 "hard core" fighters. "It is an obsession for them, they travel the length and breath of the country to take part in an organised fight," he said. The biggest expansion had been in what he described as "tier two" dog fighters, of which there are hundreds. "These are young hoody men who keep pit bulls as a macho symbol."

The police and RSPCA have been targeting the second tier of fighters in Merseyside during the past week. Thirteen people were arrested and 28 dogs were seized at 16 addresses in Huyton and Stockbridge Village, Knowsley.

The total number of suspected pit bulls seized in Merseyside since Ellie's death now stands at 56.

It's just so utterly depressing, don't you think?

If people want to aspire to be fighters, let them. But leave the dogs out of it. Sadly, it's way too late for such a wish.

Woof Woof

Motorbike Rider

For regular readers of the blog, it will come as no surprise that the Mistress can give as good as she gets. Having lived in London all her life, she's fairly streetwise and is ready to shout back if anyone starts ranting. Come on, admit it, if you travel by tube or bus, you get used to people going off on one.

But now we've moved to somewhere not so urban - and, to be frank, it can be boring at times but there's definitely less aggro on the streets so no bad thing.

Last night we were walking home along a very narrow street - we had come to pick up the Mistress's other half from the station. The road was empty, the street was fairly empty. And because it was dark, I had my reflective collar on - the Mistress, if nothing else, takes road safety very seriously. (She always asks mini-cab drivers to belt-up if they are not wearing their seatbelt - it's SO embarrassing.)

Anyway, along came a courier (the company prides itself on being the UK's biggest "built on service") on his motorbike and because he had to go wider to miss us - no we were NOT jaywalking - I was half on the pavement and half off - he started shouting. And I mean really shouting. And the language! Effing this and effing that with plenty of the 'c' word thrown in for good measure. We walked on. And then he started ranting some more.

Usually the Mistress would shout back with plenty of v-signs to go with the blue language. Last night she just cried. And cried. The Mistress's other half had just told her he was going to be made redundant. Shit happens - of course it does but sadly she just caved in. It was pitiful but then we've had a lot of bad luck recently. And it was shocking because this is supposed to be a nice place to live.

So, on behalf of the Mistress, go **** yourself, A****** L** Couriers. Get yourselves some decent drivers who aren't a danger to other drivers and pedestrians. A man that angry is only going to cause an accident.

Woof Woof

Chrismukkah is coming

Now fans of The OC will know just what I am talking about when I say the season of Chrismukkah is upon us - it's basically Christmas and Hannukkah together!

So, it's the first of December - not quite the fourth Sunday before Christmas but those advent calendars can go on display now!

The Mistress doesn't go big on Christmas - no outdoor lights on display that can be seen from space or anything like that - but I know that they are getting a tree this weekend.

I hope that they have bought me a doggy Advent calendar; these things exist! I know they do. I get a treat for every day before Christmas so it's got to be a good thing!

In the meantime, my new best friends at http://dogmark.net have chosen my blog as Cool Site of the Day. How cool is that?! And what a great start to the Chrismukkah season.

Woof Woof

I Am The Walrus

The Beatles track - I Am The Walrus - was said to be a product of some funny substances they smoked, ate or maybe even drank. Its lyrics are...literally...nonsense. Like Edward Lear’s poem Jabberwocky.

Personally, I like the song; the Mistress doesn't play it very often - her other half doesn't like The Beatles but hey!

The thing is, it is nonsense but harmless nonsense. But here's some nonsense spouted by a dog owner that's really made me mad! Oh yes!

According to today's Times, the RSPCA has brought two brothers to court by for alleged cruelty to their pet Labrador, Rusty, who - at one point - weighed in at 11and a half stone "the ideal weight for a large-boned 6ft woman". Goodness me.

Poor Rusty '"had trouble standing up, and after no more than five paces he had to sit down again, breathless".

It's not right - and as a dog who likes a snack and has carried too much weight, I can say with some authority that however greedy a dog may be, it would never reach such an outrageous weight. However portly I may have been, I could always run around, particularly if I heard the rustle of a crisp packet. Then I could motor!

But back to the unfortunately rotund Rusty.

In short, the RSPCA visited the owners, gave them advice (because the owners would not hand him over) and urged them to take Rusty to a vet. They didn't.

The news report says " The Benton brothers, of Fordham, Cambridgeshire, deny causing the dog unncessary suffering. They claim that they fed Rusty a normal diet of dried pet food with only the odd bone as a treat."

Come on! No dog gets fat on that kind of diet - I should know!

A vet who treated Rusty, said “He did literally look like a walrus. There were times when he couldn’t get up from his back legs at all. It was horrible to see.”

Eventually, the RSPCA took Rusty away and surprise, surprise, Rusty has since shed 3½ stone.

I sincerely hope that this prosecution is successful – we shall have to wait and see. What is interesting is whether this will become a test case – and maybe for humans too. The UK is facing an obesity crisis; will parents be prosecuted if they let their kids eat tuck into too many pies? And apparently, there are people – usually men – who prefer large partners and fatten them up like the Christmas turkey. Will they now be prosecuted?

I think lawyers should watch this case with interest.

Woof Woof

You don't see this in Kensington Gardens

What a morning, we have had! I loved my trips to Hyde Park and Kensington Gardens because they were snacktastic and we often met friends there.

Now our walks are very different; we don't know ANYONE and the snacks just aren't as great. Well, we do know some people - the hardy dog walkers that the Mistress likes to pass the time of day with. But it's not the same.

But today I could have had the mother of all snacks. We were walking along the River - Thames, of course! - and I spotted something I really wanted to eat. Oh yes!

I kept trying to home in on the snack, while the Mistress tried to tempt me away with Pure Incentives (yes, they are an incentive but not when competing againts a bigger snack!). She kept trying to drag me away...until she too saw the snack. But her reaction was VERY different.

What she saw made her phone her other half to find out what we should do...because the snack was nothing other than... a baby calf! Imagine! Now don't get moralistic on me, I know you all enjoy a hamburger and a cheese sarnie! Oh yes.

The calf was stuck in a ditch by a footbridge. Of course, her other half didn't know what to do either but the Mistress told him to get the RSPCA details.

In the meantime, we saw some of those hardy dog folk approaching and it turns out the Mistress knew them and so she asked them what to do. Turns out they also had the landowner's number but they had no phone; the Mistress obliged and to cut a long story short, the calf will be rescued.

I think the Mistress - when she looked into that baby calf's eyes - had a moment of extreme guilt! Oh yes. I think she may well be thinking along those vegan lines. Oh no!!!

Anyway, I know she won't deprive me of my liver treats and beef jerky. So, that was my good deed for the day; apparently the calf would not have survived for very long but now it will. For how long, I can't say...you know what I mean!! Who knows what fate faces that calf!

So, I am SO missing the Serpentine and the snacks but this gave me a warm fuzzy feeling inside - even the dog people said I had done a good thing by spotting it.

I am just looking forward to the big present the Mistress is going to buy me as a reward, which she'll have to do, won't she? Won't she?

Woof Woof

Brrr…we’ve hit a cold snap

This week’s walks have consisted of one stock phrase – “it’s turned chilly, hasn’t it?” – as we meet other dogs and their owners. Well, dogs and their pet sitters; the area is full of professional couples who want a dog but want to be responsible so don’t leave their pooches alone all day but get them looked after at doggy day care.

Anyway, just as we have indeed hit a cold snap, the Mistress has been rather liberal with the heating. Her other half won’t stop ranting about the cost of fuel and so they are both wearing thermals now in the house! Ha ha ha.

But then something very unfunny happened; we had a gas leak and the heating and cooking facilities have been cut off “for your own safety” said the gas man. Imagine that. Of course, no one is taking any chances now after the tragedy in Greece so we are without heat and without a cooker! It doesn’t really affect me; I’m still on the brown pellet regime but the Mistress and her other half are going to have to be very resourceful.! And this is the couple who have never been camping!

I just hope they start making good use of all the take away venues around here!

Woof Woof

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