Remembering the animals
The sad state of affairs at the Toronto Humane Society is, nevertheless, a chance to remind readers about http://onebarkatatime.blogspot.com/ and the great work of this blog. See what he's been writing about the Humane Society. I also love the art:
There's only one thing about the raid that is troubling, and that is the pepper-spraying of Bandit, the half-lab, half-pitbull Tim Trow rescued and kept in his office. Without gettting into Bandit's history, or what should or shouldn't have happened in the past as human beings were messing up this dog's life, there's no apparent reason police should have gone in and pepper-sprayed the animal. The dog's presence in Trow's office could hardly have been a surprise; in fact it was probably the one thing police could anticipated before events unfolded. There are other ways to capture a dog without blasting him in the eyes with pepper spray. They might have done a little preparation, no? Also, it's a good bet Bandit will be put down down because he will be seen as a symbol of Trow's troubled tenure and it will be as much about Trow as Bandit. A shame.
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I had my own bad experience with the Toronto Humane Society, learning only later that I was hardly the only journalist to be treated with disdain. I was covering a murder of a middle-aged woman who lived in subsidized housing in the city. Her partner was arrested for the murder but neighbours wanted to take in her little dog. They showed me a photo album of the animal, who seemed to have spent a lot of time with the murdered woman's friend. She lived in the next-door apartment in the housing complex. Police had taken the animal to the Humane Society and, when I called on behalf of the neighbour (who'd already been turned away when she tried to adopt), the public relations officer was extremely rude, insisting they knew best what should be done with the pup. From the superior attitude, it was clear to me the person felt a resident of public housing could not possibly care for an animal as per their specifications. Did I mention the photo album made it clear the dog had spent a good deal of time with the woman who wanted to adopt her? She even had a big stash of chew toys and a sleeping mat for the dog in her apartment. But, as I said, they knew best.