PROZAC FOR CATS AND DOGS ???

PILL POPPING PETS
According to an article written by Carla Hall that appears in the LATimes today, “The use of antidepressants is another example of the growing sophistication of medical care available to animals and willingly financed by owners who see pets as cherished companions.”

Yeah, sophisticated medical treatments like debarking dogs… What the hell is happening here… first themselves… then their kids… and now their pets… Who or WHAT won’t the baby-boomers prescribe PROZAZ to?

I guess they saw my article about being sad the other day…

Hall also mentions LV Carriers in her LA Times article today, and goes on to write, “Veterinarians who prescribe psychoactive drugs insist they are not Dr. Feelgoods for the animal set. They do medical work-ups on animals, they say, to rule out physical causes for destructive or neurotic actions and prefer to use behavior modification instead of — or, at least, along with — drug therapy. Sometimes they have to deflate the expectations of owners eager to place their pets on antidepressants.”

We’ve heard this story before, just different players… Chihuahuas BEWARE… They’ll be popping out the Ritalin next.

REASONS TO REMOVE A DOG’S LARYNX

At the DogRun: A Weekly Gossip Update!
I’ve heard a lot of barking around the dogrun about my old friend Sounder… it sounds like his “So-Called” best friends have opt-ed to have him DeBarked. It sounds as if HIS PEOPLE just couldn’t handle what he had to say… Note to My Dog Readership: Never discuss politics with family, co-workers or best friends.

This got me to thinking…Why do people remove animals’ voices? It seems so antiquated and oppressive.

REASONS TO REMOVE A DOG’S LARYNX: Person’s Perspective

1.) You live in a six story walk up on the lower east side, which is bad enough, but now the hipster’s, PUPSTER, that lives next-door, is yapping up a storm especially when HIS PEOPLE play “Interpol” or “TV on the Radio” (which BTW is one pawsome band).

2.) You live in a West Virginia trailer park and the single-mom with five kids next-door, all have their own dog, each of which is a mutt— all of which you’d prefer be sent off to the farm. These pack animals bring down the proverbial house very time you pull up in your F150 and take your gun off the rack.

3.) You live in the Brownsville’s Van Dyck housing project and the bark of the PIT-BULL next-door is truly worse then his bite— it’s like he has a Mike Tyson lisp…who by the way is from Brownsville, which gets you thinkin’ that it must be something in the water.

4.) You live in a Malibu Beach House and the bitch next-door keeps dropping shit all over your private beach, however, real problem is, she brings her dog outside with her every night she does it, unfortunately for the dog she carries him is a LV doggie-bag that he can’t stand, and unfortunately for you he’s very vocal about it.

5.) You live in a gated-community, inside another gated community in Scottsdale, AZ, your neighbor’s brother-in-law is a cop who gets his jollies by pulling over VW’s that drive too far to the left, you have three mini-dachshunds that barely make a sound, but for some reason…said neighbor keeps complaining to said cop who keeps complaining to animal control, who tells you, you have three options…1.) Get rid of the dogs, 2.) Move outside of said gated community into the less-exclusive gated-community, 3.) Rip out the little krauts larynxes out.

THE ANSWER: NON-OF THE ABOVE
We have right to express ourselves! People do stuff to our ears (a way we express ourselves), stuff to our tails (another way we express ourselves) and now they’re cutting out our cords… when will it stop? We need to be able to communicate with other dogs and with people. It’s our right to… let you know when we’re hungry, have to go to the bathroom or when a burglar is in the house. When people take away our voices, we get frustrated, and when we get frustrated, we attempt to de-flower stuffed animals and commit sneaker atrocities.

Here’s how the procedure works: A Vet (hopefully) reaches down through our mouths to our larynxes with a “biopsy punch” or a pair of scissors and removes a portion of our vocal folds. It is said that most dogs who are “debarked” can still vocalize, just at a lower pitched sound. However, sometimes if there is an attempt to remove the entire vocal fold, our little larynxes get blocked by scar tissue, so we don’t even want to TRY and make a yelp for help.

People, you created this world, and under your rules we need help to make it in this world. What are we to do when you can’t hear us ask for help?

PS… In my research, I came across a “Myth” that “Criminals and drug dealers debark dogs?” Is this true, is it is… I’ve sure as hell never heard about that before.

HUMANS RELY IN PRECIDENT
It all starts out with DEBARKING dogs and next thing you know, people will be doing this kind of stuff like this to their children…. If they aren’t already:

Girl Frozen in Time
Designer Babies with Mom and Dad’s “Defective” Genes
Couple Chose to have Deaf Baby

FROM THE STREETS OF NEW YORK

Yo, my name is Stitch and I’m a little brindle French Bull Dog from the streets of New York. I was rescued and brought to live in Scottsdale, AZ by a kid named Kyle. Just to let you know, I’m pretty masculine looking, but alas, I am a girl and I’m going to be 6 soon.

SO, HERE’S MY STORY:
In “the City” (I can call it that because I’m from there) a lot of people get dogs like me as more of an accessory than anything else, a status symbol if you will. These twerps, as I like to call them, don’t always realize how much love, attention and sidewalk time sweet little dogs like me, really need.

You all know who I’m talking about, you’ve seen them, everyone from Paris Hilton with Tinkerbell to Britney Spears with Little Lily, Porkchop, Bit-Bit, Sean Preston and Jayden James (Oops… some of those might be her kids) to Jessica Simpson with Daisy…BARF!!!

ATTENTION MY TWO-LEGGED FRIENDS:
Even though we come in a wide range of sizes and colors, we small dogs are much more than a Juicy Couture Sweatshirt or Louis Vuitton Bag (although I think some of these people get us little dogs just so they can carry us the a LV dog carrier).

In any case, a few years ago, Frenchies like me were a hot ticket… Anna Wintour, the Editor in Chief of Vouge (think “The Devil Wears Prada”) ONLY has Frenchies… probably because we are cute in a gremlin/gargoyle type way, short and stout and don’t shed.

ONWARD I BARK:
For some reason an NYU Student decided that she wanted to buy me, she got me from the same breeder that Wintour got her Frenchies and paid like 3500 bucks for me (I’m special, a lot more special that that little freak Mr. Winkle who looks a lot more like a doggie-cosmetology experiment GONE BAD than the “Cutest Living Dog in the World” but more about that later).

In any case, this NYU chick soon realized that, dogs and dorms don’t go together… neither do clubbing until 4 a.m., smoking, sleeping-in, study sessions or romantic candle-light dinners. BUT, she paid $3500 bucks for me and wanted that money BACK… woe is me, to be seen only as a commodity… what a life.

BARK ON, BARK AWAY:
NYU Girl put an ad in the “All the News that’s Fit to Print” Times, in an attempt to SELL-ME… oh, yeah, she named me ANGEL… and now she wanted to sell me. Luckily for me, a sweet and caring woman that sells modern art, loves Frenchies, and rescues dogs, saw the ad and inquired. She explained to said NYU Girl, that she would take Angel off her hands and find a really good home for her (me) but would NOT pay her.

NYU Girl spoke with her parents, but of course they were skeptical, they thought that Art Lady was going to take me and then sell me herself, so this made for quite a conundrum…

ENTER STAGE LEFT… UPPER EAST SIDE OLD FOLKS:
These Old Folks saw the same ad in the paper that Art Lady did— they bought me from NYU Student and next thing I knew I was singing, “I’m moving on up, moving on up, to the Eastside, to the Eastside… to a big old apartment in the sky..i…i.” However, life wasn’t all that grand. The Old Folks kept me for ONE day ONLY, and my Upper East Side existence faded into the past. Why, do you ask? I’m not sure if it was my contempt for Mr. Winkle, or that I refused to change my breed from “French Bulldog” to “Freedom Bulldog” or just that I was just too much of a puppy for them to handle, but I was given the proverbial boot pretty fast.

ART LADY SAVES THE DAY:
So, NYU Girl thought she had me off her hands and out of her dorm, but I was back, and she didn’t want me (And, I’m supposed to be the Bitch?), so she called Art Lady and said she could have me for free. Art Lady took me in and down to the gallery in SoHo where she worked, their I met a young lass named Amy, and Amy had a little brother who was visiting from Scottsdale… who just so happened to be having a birthday and just so happened to be wanting a dog.

I met Kyle and loved him right away, his smile and his big blue eyes. He became my first and number one best friend, but he has lots of sisters and brothers and friends with other small non-accessorized pooches that I’ve become friends with. He brought me home to AZ on a plane and I’ve been living it up ever since.

NOW I’M STICH:
One more little twist to the story, Kyle renamed me. He changed my name from Angel to Stitch, because he thought (and a couple of other people thought too) that I look a lot like Stitch from the Disney movie, “Lilo and Stitch.” I like the name, less ethereal, more down to earth, just like cute little me.

MORAL OF THE STORY:
If you want a dog, try and rescue one before you buy, if you do buy, please don’t use us as fancy accessories, that’s what babies and Bugaboo Strollers are for.

STAY TUNED FOR:
Pictures of meeeeee

More about my ongoing feud with Mr. Winkle

More about my take on the United Nations

And, Why France is SO MUCH BETTER than the UK