My local ASPCA just confiscated 45 dogs from a puppy mill, Yorkshire Terriers, cocker spaniels, pomeranians, poodles etc. All left in wire mesh cages in a drafty metal shed. They were so bad they took the cages and everything to speed the relocation. My wife and I volunteer and when she was shown the cages after the dogs were removed they had INCHES of compacted SHIT in the cages. THe dogs were fed close-out baked goods like pies, cakes and cookies from a local store, remnents of such were still in cages.

All appear to be in ok health and will be ok. Today a couple local groomers with other volunteers were cleaning them up. They looked horrible, hair so long and matted it looked dreadlocked, nails so long they were curled back and could hardly walk.

Even after all that they were very friendly and wanted attention badly. Anyone in WNY or NWPA who is looking for a nice small dog PM and I will pass on the SPCA #.

People who abuse and neglect animal makes me want to take a ball peen hammer to their heads and beat their worthless godforsaken bodies to a gooey pulp. Now the SPCA is searching for a woman who is a rabbit groomer who reportedly had over 50 rabbits in an appartment! Un-fuckingbelievable!

                                                 -Do I go home today?-

"My family brought me home cradled in their arms. They cuddled me and smiled at me and said I was full of charm. They played with me and laughed with me and showered me with toys .

I sure do love my family, especially the little girls and boys. The children loved to feed me; they gave me special treats. They even let me sleep with them - all snuggled in the sheets.

I used to go for walks, often several times a day. They even fought to hold the leash, I'm very proud to say! These are the things I'll not forget - a cherished memory.

I now live in the shelter - without my family. They used to laugh and praise me when I played with that old shoe. But I didn't know the difference between the old one and the new.

The kids and I would grab a rug, for hours we would tug. So I thought I did the right thing when I chewed the bedroom rug. They said I was out of control and would have to live outside. This I didn't understand, although I tried and tried!

The walks stopped one by one; they said they hadn't the time. I wish that I could change things; I wish I knew my crime.

My life became so lonely in the backyard, on a chain. I barked and barked all day long to keep from going insane.

So they brought me to the shelter but were embarrassed to say why. They said I caused an allergy, and then they each kissed me goodbye .If I'd only had some training as a little pup. I wouldn't have been so hard to handle when I was all grown up.

"You only have one day left", I heard a worker say. Does that mean I have a second chance? Do I go home today?

Sandi Thompson"

that's sad but a good ending for the dogs.
Post their story and some of the less shy ones on petfinder. The sympathy itself should make for some people there wanting to foster them.
God bless.