4 posts tagged “animal protection”

Shoes Fetish..

Well, confession time.  Nope keep your minds out of the gutter you sods who were about to make some grubby joke, (though given my recent postings you might be forgiven).. I've been misbehaving WAYY too much on shoes.  Stupid? yes.  Financially not a smart move? You bet.  Was it FUN.... ooo don't call me SJP, I don't have the weird wardobe or the size 0 figure.  I'm going ot wear my fabulous Sachi boots tomorrow to work as it's just started getting cold again and any excuse to air them will do. 

Daylight Savings

For those of you NOT living in stinking hot countries during the summer months, daylight savings might seem fabulous to you.  For those, like Pez, it might seem fabulous if you love being out in the heat and don't come down with nasty stinking migraines if out in the heat in the early evenings.  To go to sleep while it's still hot as the heat doesn't dissipate WITHOUT daylight savings, until around 10pm/11pm, when daylight savings has kicked in, I'm finally drifting off after a nasty sweaty wrestle with the sheets at around 1am desperately setting up an oscillating fan beside the bed, pushing cuddly warmer than a heat bag max cuddling up to me away from me, while having the old aircon unit that is in the loungeroom rattle away like it's in its final death throes.  All I can say is "yahbluddy hoo, the cold weather is upon us and daylight savings was told to nick off on Sunday night just gone... ABOUT TIME". 

Interviews

So, in a work update, I've been out doing interviews, I've been to 3 in the past week or so.  I've even invested a little (via the trusty 'we'll charge you xyz exhorbitant interest rate' mastercard) on some new interview/work outfits.  Feeling very professional-looking, nervous as sin in interviews as I've been with the one company for 7 years, and stuffing them up to varying degrees of sheer blondeness. 

Waking Up To A Mouse

The day of my first interview for a while and I woke up to paws going whump-whump...whumpwhumpwhump alongside me on the bedspread.  Any cat-owner KNOWS what this is code for. "Hey MUM look what I got you, you're gonna be sooo pleased with this creepie-crawly!"  I shot from dead asleep to near-vertical in one smooth frantic motion while switching on the lamp and saying "OHSHIT" in one loud voice.  This time it was a poor little grey mouse.  I KNOW that they're pests but they're so damn cute I feel sorry for them.  I can't let them go I can't kill them.  Weak.  Yup totally.

On the Soapbox...

Okay, my opinion, not that I'm sure it matters, whether they are kangaroos, seals whatever the animal.   If the environmentalists have decided the numbers need to be cut back for the betterment of the environment in the area, then they should be culled humanely.  I disagree just as strongly with some idiots who get drunk in their outback ute and go out "roo-shooting" as I have an issue with people going out clubbing to death any animal.  You can't tell me that that kind of method of despatch is humane. 

Now I've NEVER heard anyone tell me that for environmental reasons, whales need to be culled to control their numbers.  Remind me again if I'm wrong, but aren't they endangered?.  There I've said it. 

Friday night, I got home from being out at the local pub with TallFriend and went to bed around 11:30.  I woke up around midnight to a screech of tyres and the heartbreaking yelping screaming cry of a dog being hit by a car. 

My stomach felt sick.  I'm ashamed to admit that I felt a moment of "no no if I go to sleep that didn't just happen I didn't hear it" but I couldn't ignore it so I switched on my bedside light.  My heart was in my throat picturing someone leaving the dog on the road.  I raced out to switch the outside light on hoping the drivers would see a house light and be less likely to just drive off then i ran for the fridge magnet with the 24 hour vets' details to give them the address/telephone number.

I went outside, by this time, twoof the drivers were walking down my driveway to my front door carrying a fluffy male maltese terrier from under the front legs like a child being suspended (2 cars but I have no idea in my bleary but panicked state who the hitter was).  They're asking me hurriedly if it was mine.  I held a hand up to say no and with the other at the same time held out the fridge magnet to offer the vet's details.  Instead, they're disgusted at the idea of taking time out of their busy schedules and want to dump the dog.  When I refuse to take it in my pj's with Max peering out the window, they put it down and it starts to walk off blearily to the verge unattended.  I'm horrified.  The dog is in shock, left there, to walk onto the road again and possibly walking around with internal injuries.  I go from horrified to furious and try to guilt them into doing the right thing with an outraged tirade at 12am out on my streetfront.  The guy gets surly in response telling me he "had to be somewhere" and doesn't have time and goes on to say "see it's walking away - it's FINE you're overreacting".  I'm really wound-up by this stage that they've dumped this situation on my lap despite me getting out of bed after hearing that sickening cry to help, and they're not doing theright thing.  Imagine, me in my jimmy-jams out on the street front (pj's) with them fully dressed, car right there with keys still in the ignition and me with a cat in the house and no chance of being able to handle the dog by myself while I get changed.  I'm FURIOUS.

So they start getting nasty with me for abusing them for doing the wrong thing.  I coldly inform them that if they're not going to help with the situation rather than abusing me then they are part of the problem and they leave in relief.  They were never going to help.  By this time the dog's staggered off down the dark road.  I try looking for it and can't see it.  I go back to the house but bile is rising in my throat thinking of Max when he was chewed up by a dog and how long he was probably out there without anyone bothering to try to help.  So I called the council ranger and told them the situation and they totally understood and said they'd go and see whether it was on the street and if they could find him they would take him to the vet's.  I felt a bit more relieved but also guilty that I hadn't just told them to shut the hell up and to put the dog in the car for me (i'm not good with dogs generally) and driven to the vets in my pj's.  I sat up til around 2:30 fretting wondering if it was ok.

oh oh and get this, the jerk tells me he works at the Dpt of Conservation and Land Management in WA, and is an expert on animal emergency care and that he KNOWS after a collision with a car, after just handling it for 5 seconds that it will be perfectly FINE.  What an *sshole! 

I was chuffed to see this article on the anti-fur movement.  Good for them.

animal protection society (note as an aside.. geez my mousepad is driving me bonkers - it keeps thinking when I direct it left or right that I'm telling it to go back etc.. mutter mutter). 

My suggestion for anyone who is feeling a little cruddy about their place in the world? Donate to a favourite charity. For me, my charities of choice are the Royal Society For The Prevention of Cruelty of Animals, any kids' helpline or abused children home.