Every letter deserves a reply

There is a letter making its way around rescue groups, ostensibly written by an anonymous “shelter manager” in South Carolina in the US.  It’s one of those internet things that pop-up on Facebook and Flashforums so that everyone can indulge in a bit of recreational outrage. Presumably the author was venting his/her frustration and anger and chose to write an open letter (or someone who isn’t a shelter manager at all, but who buys into the whole evil public hand-wringing thing used the format to make a point). Whatever.

I figured since someone went to all that trouble they deserved a reply, so I wrote one. This is my response, the original letter as posted on various Facebook sites is below.

“Dear Shelter Manager,

That was a very sad letter and I am sorry that you have such an awful job. I’m even sorrier that instead of doing something to fix things you’d rather sit around blaming everyone else for the escalating body count.

But in the spirit of helpfulness, I have some suggestions for you.

First up, stop sitting around blaming “those” people for the terrible things you “have” to do. Truth is, if they’re really bad people you’re not going to be able to convert them no matter how much bitching you do. The irresponsible, the insensitive and the cruel will do what they do, even if you write a thousand letters. If they are good, or even OK, people fallen on hard times they probably don’t have much choice about what they do; so giving them a hard time just makes everyone miserable.

But here’s the rub. You signed your letter “shelter manager”, so presumably  you are the person in charge, the one who gets to make decisions. If  all those big, black, sniffly, kennel-crazy, barking, jumping dogs die immediately it’s all down to you. You decided that they would die. You signed off on the “pink stuff” order; you hired the staff who killed them; you sent someone shopping for plastic bags; you signed the landfill contract, you probably took your shift in the kill room. You were the one who decided that a pallet-load of dead cats was your performance criteria. By the time those cats died the public were kilometres away, but you and your staff were in the killing room with blood on your hands and a pile of corpses. If you want to see the smoking gun you don’t have far to look do you?

But what would happen if you decided that instead of focusing all your energy on the “bad” people, you turned your energy to the good guys? What would happen if you asked for foster carers; for volunteers, for resources; for time, energy and commitment to making things better? What would happen if you recognised that there are hundreds and thousands of people out there who are kind, committed animal lovers who would love nothing better than to help you stop the killing? What would happen if you decided to show some actual leadership? What you happen if you stood up and said, “right here, right now, the killing stops”? What could happen?

What could happen if you decided that big, black dogs would no longer die in your system? (hint: http://www.blackpearldogs.com/). What could happen if you decided that you’d empty your shelter through adoptions and foster care programs instead of killing? (hint: http://www.heraldsun.com.au/news/victoria/rspca-cats-giveaway-proves-popular/story-e6frf7kx-1225954072756; http://www.petrescue.com.au/; http://animalshelter…gory/adoption/; http://www.maddiesfund.org/Resource_Librar…Adoptions.html/; http://www.theherald.com.au/news/local/news/general/record-for-rspca-adoptions/2414363.aspx/; (hint: http://www.petfoster.com.au/). What could happen if you decided that sick animals would get veterinary care instead of death? What could happen if you asked the good people out there for help instead of railing against the bad people? Just imagine what could happen.

But I can hear you already. You’re whining that you don’t have the time (what are you doing in those 10 – 12 hour work days?); the resources or the help.

But I’m calling you on that, because in the time you took to write your letter you could have: taken a photograph and written a lively description of one of your animals to help them get adopted: you could have rung your local paper and asked them to write an article about how much help you needed: you could have written a press release and sent it to ten media outlets to recruit foster carers: you could have updated your shelter’s website (you do have one don’t you?) with new animals impounded to help their owners find them: you could have rung ten phone numbers to tell people that their pet was at the shelter and come and get it: you could have rung ten foster carers (you do have some don’t you?) and asked them if they could possibly squeeze in just one more cat: you could have written a fund-raising letter to raise money to build a better shelter and emailed it to a hundred people. Hell, you could even have taken a couple of those barking, exercise-starved dogs out for a walk and made yourself and them feel better.

That fifteen minutes could have been spent making life better for the animals in your care and taking the weight of despair off your own back.

I have to tell you that if you were in my employ and I discovered that instead of doing any of those things, you’d written that letter, you’d be looking for another job in the morning.

The wonderful truth is, if you can’t handle the dominant paradigm, you can subvert the hell out of that sucker and make things be different.

Lots of other people have done it, there are 83 documented No-Kill communities in the US right now, what’s stopping you?

Love & etc.

PS that old thing about “don’t breed and buy while shelter dogs die?” Get over it. Good, careful breeders of purebred dogs and their clients are not the people killing dogs in shelters. You are.”



A Letter from a Shelter Manager – anonymous in North Carolina

I think our society needs a huge “Wake-up” call. As a shelter manager, I am going to share a little insight with you all…a view from the inside if you will.

First off, all of you breeders/sellers should be made to work in the “back” of an animal shelter for just one day. Maybe if you saw the life drain from a few sad, lost, confused eyes, you would change your mind about breeding and selling to people you don’t even know.

That puppy you just sold will most likely end up in my shelter when it’s not a cute little puppy anymore. So how would you feel if you knew that there’s about a 90% chance that dog will never walk out of the shelter it is going to be dumped at? Purebred or not! About 50% of all of the dogs that are “owner surrenders” or “strays”, that come into my shelter are purebred dogs.

The most common excuses I hear are; “We are moving and we can’t take our dog (or cat).” Really? Where are you moving too that doesn’t allow pets? Or they say “The dog got bigger than we thought it would”. How big did you think a German Shepherd would get? “We don’t have time for her”. Really? I work a 10-12 hour day and still have time for my 6 dogs! “She’s tearing up our yard”. How about making her a part of your family? They always tell me “We just don’t want to have to stress about finding a place for her we know she’ll get adopted, she’s a good dog”.

Odds are your pet won’t get adopted & how stressful do you think being in a shelter is? Well, let me tell you, your pet has 72 hours to find a new family from the moment you drop it off. Sometimes a little longer if the shelter isn’t full and your dog manages to stay completely healthy. If it sniffles, it dies. Your pet will be confined to a small run/kennel in a room with about 25 other barking or crying animals. It will have to relieve itself where it eats and sleeps. It will be depressed and it will cry constantly for the family that abandoned it. If your pet is lucky, I will have enough volunteers in that day to take him/her for a walk. If I don’t, your pet won’t get any attention besides having a bowl of food slid under the kennel door and the waste sprayed out of its pen with a high-powered hose. If your dog is big, black or any of the “Bully” breeds (pit bull, rottie, mastiff, etc) it was pretty much dead when you walked it through the front door.

Those dogs just don’t get adopted. It doesn’t matter how ‘sweet’ or ‘well behaved’ they are.

If your dog doesn’t get adopted within its 72 hours and the shelter is full, it will be destroyed. If the shelter isn’t full and your dog is good enough, and of a desirable enough breed it may get a stay of execution, but not for long . Most dogs get very kennel protective after about a week and are destroyed for showing aggression. Even the sweetest dogs will turn in this environment. If your pet makes it over all of those hurdles chances are it will get kennel cough or an upper respiratory infection and will be destroyed because shelters just don’t have the funds to pay for even a $100 treatment.

Here’s a little euthanasia 101 for those of you that have never witnessed a perfectly healthy, scared animal being “put-down”.

First, your pet will be taken from its kennel on a leash. They always look like they think they are going for a walk happy, wagging their tails. Until they get to “The Room”, every one of them freaks out and puts on the brakes when we get to the door. It must smell like death or they can feel the sad souls that are left in there, it’s strange, but it happens with every one of them. Your dog or cat will be restrained, held down by 1 or 2 vet techs depending on the size and how freaked out they are. Then a euthanasia tech or a vet will start the process. They will find a vein in the front leg and inject a lethal dose of the “pink stuff”. Hopefully your pet doesn’t panic from being restrained and jerk. I’ve seen the needles tear out of a leg and been covered with the resulting blood and been deafened by the yelps and screams. They all don’t just “go to sleep”, sometimes they spasm for a while, gasp for air and defecate on themselves.

When it all ends, your pets corpse will be stacked like firewood in a large freezer in the back with all of the other animals that were killed waiting to be picked up like garbage. What happens next? Cremated? Taken to the dump? Rendered into pet food? You’ll never know and it probably won’t even cross your mind. It was just an animal and you can always buy another one, right?

I hope that those of you that have read this are bawling your eyes out and can’t get the pictures out of your head I deal with everyday on the way home from work.

I hate my job, I hate that it exists & I hate that it will always be there unless you people make some changes and realize that the lives you are affecting go much farther than the pets you dump at a shelter.

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