New Wave of Puppy Mill Laws?

Taken from the KC Star on Oct. 15, 2008:

The Humane Society of the United States has counted Pennsylvania among a handful of states where lucrative, largely unregulated puppy mills are concentrated.

The issue caught the attention of Oprah Winfrey after a suburban Philadelphia rescue organization put up a billboard in Chicago begging  to do a show on dog breeder abuse. The movement took on new momentum when, in August, operators of two eastern Pennsylvania kennels shot 80 dogs after being ordered to let veterinarians examine some of them.

The new law imposes strict standards on commercial kennels, including at least twice-a-year veterinary exams, larger cages and exercise requirements."We've catapulted ourselves into having one of the best laws in the country," said Sarah Speed, the Humane Society's Pennsylvania state director.

At least three other states have passed crackdown measures this year. New laws in Virginia and Louisiana limit the number of dogs that can be housed in kennels, and Arizona law enforcement officials were given the power to impose a $50 fine against anyone caught selling animals along public roads or in public parks in urban counties.

Entire article:  http://www.kansascity.com/440/story/835752

Chester:
This might be a day late and a dollar short, but it is welcome all the same. On my last op with Jason and Jessica we went in on a puppy mill southwest of Bolivar. Jason had a team survey the place for three days prior. The moon was full the night we assembled, checked our chit, and went in. All we found were forty-three dog and puppy corpses. They were cast around haphazardly, like forgotten party favors. Their throats had all been cut. The butchers were gone, their scent still fresh, less than a couple hours old. They knew they were being watched. That is why they cut throats instead of just shooting the pups in their heads. The wanted to be quiet about it.  Then they split.

The butchers were gone. But, I will find them. By Dog, I will find them. I smell werewolf. It has to be. None of this seems like people. But, why? Why would werewolves get into puppy milling?  I have never heard of them doing it before.

I need to make the leap and bring Warin in on this. It's just that something tells me not to. But, he's OK. If he wasn't, I would smell it. And I need his help, to run interference with the pack, and the grand pack, and whatever else comes up, if need be.

Warin is a man by day. He works as a database administrator at Sprint. Or Embarq, or whatever. I worked there before, in a human rotation. Warin says things are still a mess there. That place is run by werewolves, I guarantee. Nights we are together, Warin takes dog form; I take man. Except or pack meetings, specially grand pack meetings. Many like to stay in weredog form at meetings. Weredog capacity for beer and bar-b-q is amazing, compared to people, or even large dogs. 

There is always discussion amongst weredogs concerning authentic, true form. You would think it is weredog, right? Some weredogs agree. But, some say "dog." Others say, "person." I am not sure. Or I don't care.

No nights out for a while. Rick is having anxiety attacks, bad ones. He can only sleep if I am on the floor right next to his bed. I better get back up there. If he wakes up, to go to the can, whatever, and I am not there, he will flip out. Besides, Jack and Sherry are both home tonight, in the same bed even. I can rest easy.

Also, seems we have an other-than-werefolk reader looking in on this blog. Welcome. Of course, this must be simply "whimsical fancy," as you say, fiction. No one would believe otherwise. Weredogs don't fit in with your construct of human reality. Or does it?

You identify yourself only as "anonymous." Anonymous is not infrequently synonymous with werewolf. They used that a lot in the Middle Ages. "Dear Sir. Sorry about eating your daughter/son. Couldn't help myself. Hungry. Signed, Anonymous."

Alas, the kid is up. I can hear the creaking of bed springs, him starting to whimper. Gotta go.

Fresh meat.

Puppy Mill Raiders

Found some new friends. They shoot people and rescue puppies.

I have been gone since beginning of last week. Rex and I were sent to recon some rumors in "the sticks".

There had been stories in the news, newspaper and TV, about some killings in central Missouri. Word got around amongst weredogs that the killings were of puppy mill owners. Rumors started to run that it was werewolves.

Now, I am no fan of puppy mills. Most of the people who run them are lower than puppy poop. But, it was decided that if werewolves are hitting puppy mills, killing people, even if they have it coming, then it is our job to look into it, and probably to stop it. 

We met at the largest attended Grand Pack Meeting that I can recall in a long time. There were more than a few dogs who argued to let the werewolves deal out the justice. But, even if we could turn a blind eye to werewolves killing humans, we could not ignore the possibility of wide-scale werewolf recruitment. If they are adopting all these puppies they liberate, and converting and indoctrinating them to the ways of the werewolf, then that is a situation we must address.

So, of course, it was decided that Rex and I go check it out. I always feel bad when I take off for a few days. Sherry and the boys worry, a lot. And it's a bit embarrassing to come back to see my face plastered to every telephone and light pole for a two mile radius. 

Just to be clear, there is no good puppy mill. Doesn't exist. There are good breeders. But, mills are not run by honest breeders. Want to see what a puppy mills is about? Click here. There are worse vids online to be found. But, worse than this and you might want to hut someone. If you are a weredog, that's a bad idea. I don't want to spark that.

Anyway, Rex and I sniffed around for a week, until Sunday night, until we finally crossed a scent. It wasn't wolf. It was human, a pack of them. We came up on them at night, late, in position around a puppy mill south of Jeff City. They were tactical, wore all black and carried weapons. 

Forget the movies. Weredogs and werewolves can be killed with lead bullets. So, Rex and I went into tactical mode ourselves. We located and moved up behind the control group. There were five of them, in a cluster in trees, on a small rise above the house. Lights were on in the house. We listened long enough to learn that they were divided on how to proceed. A young woman, who smelled of bacon, was arguing not to harm the people in the house. A young man, who smell of anger, was arguing that they had it coming, just like the others. An older man, who I picked to be the official leader, was torn. His confusion was palpable. 

We allowed them to sense us. We came in slow, hands in sight. "What are you doing here?" the woman asked. The young man was eyeing us suspiciously. I gave him a good sniffing. No wolf.

We said we were there for the same thing, to free the puppies. They were surprised, but happy for the extra tails, so to speak. "Why don't you have weapons?" said the young man."

"Don't need weapons when you got teeth," said Rex. The young man smiled. I jammed an elbow into Rex's ribs, hard.

"Our one condition," said Rex, "is that no one gets hurt." The older man agreed.

The old couple in the house were no trouble. They were scared. They had heard about the recent killings and did not want to end up same. Afterward we went for an early breakfast with our new crew of friends. 

Here is a pic of one of the rescued puppies.

More later.