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When is an animal sanctuary not an animal sanctuary?

When state wildlife officials raid it and begin shooting its fenced-in denizens with shotguns.

Thousands of people have joined a popular campaign on Change.org demanding the North Carolina Wildlife Commission investigate the shooting last month of nine tame deer by its officers on a rehabilitation farm in North Carolina.

The officers shot and killed the deer on Wayne Kinley’s farm in Randolph County, saying they needed to conduct tests on the animals to see if they had Chronic Wasting Disease, an illness that has never been found in North Carolina.

State wildlife officials say the test can’t be conducted on live animals.

According to Fox 8 News, wildlife officials received an anonymous tip in June that Kinley was running a captive deer farm without a license.

They showed up at his farm on September 20, handed him a warrant and proceeded to shoot seven fallow deer and two white-tailed deer with 12-gauge shotguns.

Among those killed were a fawn and a deer that was blind in one eye.

“Deer were running everywhere,” Kinley said. “It was not a sight for anyone to see. They were judge and jury and convicted my deer today within a matter of 30-45 minutes.”

Wildlife officials say state law requires those running captive deer farms to have a license, and that Kinley doesn’t have one.

Kinley said he has been running the rehabilitation farm for 30 years, caring for peacocks, buffalo, kangaroos and, in the past seven years, deer.

“I didn’t know anything was wrong until today. They wouldn’t even give me a chance to plead my case to a court or anyone,” Kinley said.
Kinley received a citation, but said he plans to go to court and fight it.

The petition at Change.org was started by Millie Bowling, a  North Carolina resident.

“I’m a great supporter of the wildlife commission,” said Bowling. ”But they are out of control shooting these animals.”

While the wildlife agents who stormed the property claimed to have a warrant, Kinley’s supporters argue that the warrant did not authorize agents to kill the animals, only to seize them.

“Where were our fourth amendment rights in all this?” asked Jo Henderson, a neighbor who initially raised one of the slain deer before placing it on the rehabilitation farm. “It just breaks my heart. There was no reason to kill those animals, and our rights are being trampled. We’re not going to stand for it.”

Henderson has been collecting petition signatures both online and offline and planned to deliver them — 7,000 as of yesterday — at a wildlife commission meeting today.

“People across the country have been moved by this campaign,” said Corinne Ball, Director of Organizing at Change.org. “This may have happened in a small community in North Carolina, but now folks from all over are paying attention.”

Sixty years ago, my sister used to sit on the front steps at 804 Avalon Road in Winston-Salem, N.C., and wait for the mailman, in hopes he would be carrying a letter from my father in Korea.

To pass the time, she recalls, she would converse with the pansies planted around the stairs of the apartment.

They looked like they had faces, she explained, so she talked to them. I can only assume, knowing my sister, that they spoke back.

She told me this story for the first time (or perhaps for the first time that I was listening) just this past weekend, when she and her husband came from Wisconsin for a visit with my mother.

In addition to spending some time with my mother, sister Kathryn was looking forward to seeing where I’ve been living for the past few months — the same apartment our parents lived in when we were born.

In case you missed the explanation of how that came to pass, here’s the short version: Ace and I, after nearly a year of traveling across the country, were dwelling temporarily in the cellar of a mansion. He got back problems. We were looking for a place without lots of stairs when, on an outing with my mom, I asked her to show me where she lived when I was born. It had a for rent sign in the window. I, 57 years after my family moved out,  rented it. (If you need a longer version, it’s here.)

After hearing my sister’s talking-to-pansies story — odd as I found it — I decided to surprise her when she and her husband came over for an official homecoming dinner on Saturday.

I bought a six pack of purple and white pansies, and two little pots, did my gardening, placed them on the front steps and stepped back  to admire my work. “How does that look?” I said to myself (or was it to the pansies?)

My sister spotted them as soon as she pulled up, and later she would step outside to bond with them.

She remembered far more than I do about the little apartment. The family moved out of it when I was one, and she was five.

Like me, the old turn-the-crank doorbell sounded familiar to her. But she remembered sitting in the dining room, and what furniture was where and, of course, the talking pansies.

During our front stoop photo shoot, Ace — apparently feeling left out — tried to squeeze in between Kathryn and her husband John.

In the photo to the left, I’m guessing Ace is telling her that flowers can’t talk.

The stoop has changed a bit since 1950, which is when the black and white photo at the top of this post was taken. Originally all concrete, it’s partly brick now. But other than that, College Village, as the community is called — it was built in anticipation of Wake Forest University coming to town — remains much the same as it was then.

My sister was an only child for about four years. Nine months after my father returned from the Korean War, I was born. Five years later, my brother came along. (Though he never lived here, he’ll be visiting the ancestral homeplace next month.)

For homecoming dinner, I served John and Kathryn homemade beef stew, biscuits and pumpkin pie. We opened a bottle of wine, but barely made a dent in it — even counting what I poured into the stew.

She talked a bit about what she remembered of the family home, but I think that for her, as with me, what returning here triggers is more a swirl of hard-to-pin-down emotions — the kind that don’t lend themselves to words.

She seemed to spend a lot of time quietly reflecting, which has always been my favorite way for her to reflect.

I’d have to acknowledge — and maybe this is true of many brothers and sisters — that, since childhood, I have sometimes tuned her out, or only halfway listened, as if she were a college professor lecturing far too long on a subject in which I had no interest.

It makes me wonder how much I might have missed, especially when you throw in all others I may have, on occasion, paid less than full attention to — grandparents, parents, aunts, uncles, wives and people who talk too much.

After four days in town, Kathryn and John moved on to visit other relatives, leaving me to sit on the front stoop of the ancestral homeplace and ponder all that, and to make a vow to listen better and listen always.

Listen to the dog, listen to the relatives, listen to the house.

Listen, even, to the pansies.

Chamberlin, the pit bull mix who was once the subject of severe neglect, is getting plenty of attention these days.

We took you last month to the court hearing for one of the two owners accused of letting him nearly starve to death in his own back yard.

That neglect — while it led to him losing the use of his front legs — also led to a proposed law that bears his name, one that would make neglect easier to prove in court.

Since his day in court — Chamberlin was there to see his former owner get a 30-day jail sentence – he has become a poster boy, and received a fancy new set of wheels.

Donated by RUFF ROLLIN’, a Bozeman, Montana company owned by Jason and Sierra Christofferson, the new device makes a big difference in his ability to get around, according to staff at the Guilford County Animal Shelter, where Chamberlin continues to live.

Meanwhile, Chamberlin’s image is gracing several posters encouraging pet adoptions.

You can keep up on the latest developments in his busy life on his Facebook page

Chamberlin’s Law would change language in North Carolina’s animal welfare statute to require proof that an animal has been “recklessly” neglected. Currently prosecutors must prove the neglect was “malicious” or “intentional.”

It would also set minimum standards for the shelter dogs who live outside must have.

The proposed law allows judges to prohibit those convicted of animal neglect from having custody of animals, and allows judges to order convicted animal abusers to receive a psychiatric or psychological evaluation.

Here’s a memorable scene from the Purina Incredible Dog Challenge National Finals, held earlier this month in St. Louis.

That’s Bracken, a border collie owned by Diane Allen, competing in the Incredible 30-Weave Up-and-Back competition.

The event featured dogs of all ages, breeds and sizes in Olympic-style competitions, such as Freestyle Flying Disc, Head-to-Head Weave Pole racing, Jack Russell Hurdle Racing, large and small dog agility, Speed and Catch, and the crowd favorite – dog diving.

The world record for dog diving was broken during the finals, with a  leap of 31 feet, 8 inches.

A few days later, some of the competitors traveled to New York for an appearance on The Late Show with David Letterman (Oct. 6).

UPDATE: The Wake County SPCA video is back — in a fashion. Find details here.

Wouldn’t you just know it: The Wake County SPCA’s inspiring music video — lip-synched to Abba’s “Take a Chance on Me” — has been taken down, apparently after threats by the giant music company that holds the rights to the song.

The video, in which staff and volunteers dance around the shelter encouraging the adoption of homeless pets, is now a blank spot, both here at ohmidog! and on YouTube.

The following message is displayed where the video once was.

“This video contains content from UMG, who has blocked it in your country on copyright grounds.”

UMG stands for Universal Music Group, a global corporate giant and the world’s largest music content company. 

Another message adds, “Sorry folks. We are working to convince them of video’s educational content and promo value.”

We could all boycott Universal Music for being such sticks in the mud, for putting their turf concerns and profits above saving the lives of dogs, but that would mean no:

Akon, Erykah Badu, Justin Bieber, Black Eyed Peas, Mary J. Blige, Bon Jovi,  Mariah Carey, Sheryl Crow, Dr. Dre, Eminem, Melissa Etheridge,  Fergie, 50 Cent, Nelly Furtado, Vince Gill, Godsmack, India.Arie, Lady Gaga, Lil Wayne, Jennifer Lopez, Ludacris, Maroon 5, Nicky Minaj, Rihanna,  Gwen Stefani, Sting, George Strait, Shania Twain, Stevie Wonder, and Kanye West — just to name a few.

I could handle that, particularly the Justin Bieber part.

How ridiculously greedy. How uncivically minded. How, in a word, bullying — why else would the company feel the need to flex its muscles at a non-profit organizatiion trying to save the lives of dogs.

We hope the SPCA can work things out and get the video back online.

They seem to be taking the matter in stride, and not calling UMG a bunch of greedy, selfish, joy-smashing pigs — that’s just me that’s doing that.

The Wake County SPCA website offers this explanation:

“Sorry about this folks, we got a very cordial email from the folks in Sweden that we are using this commercially (as opposed to non-commercially). So while we try to convince them of its educational content and value and that we will single-handedly bring ABBA back to the top of the US pop charts, please enjoy another SPCA of Wake County video.”

Visitors to the website are taken instead to another SPCA video featuring scenes from the shelter and songs by Sara McLachlan and The Beatles.

Clif, a police dog in Vineland, N.J., died yesterday after being struck by a car while on duty.

The police department said in a news release that Clif and his handler, Sgt. William Bontcue, had just completed a search for a burglary suspect.

They were returning to their car shortly before 6 a.m. when Clif was struck by a car driven by a 75-year-old woman, The Press of Atlantic City reported.

Clif died from his injuries at Linwood Veterinary Hospital about 7 a.m.

A five-year-old German shepherd from Europe,  Clif began working for the police department in 2008.

Accused dog killer Andrew David Thompson — charged with choking, throwing, beating, kicking and killing 13 Italian greyhounds — was released from the Ingham County Jail yesterday after his bail was lowered to $50,000.

He was released after $5,000 was posted on his behalf.

As a condition of his release, Thompson will wear a monitor that will track his location and will have to adhere to a curfew, staying home between 10 p.m. and 6 a.m.

He plans to live with friends in an apartment in Okemos, the State News reported.

Thompson, who was suspended from Michigan State University’s College of Osteopathic Medicine after he was charged, had been detained for more than three months.

Thompson is from Arizona, where his family resides.

After Thompson’s bail was reduced last month, the director of Ingham County Animal Control expressed concerns about his release. Jamie McAloon Lampman said he could be a danger both to animals and witnesses who testified against him, as well as a flight risk.

“This guy has more than one red flag,” she said.

(For previous coverage of this case, go here.)

(Photo: State News)

Buying a wolf hybrid has become illegal in Maine, but it’s going to take a while for them to disappear from the state, if they do at all.

The law requires current owners to have the animals neutered and prohibits the purchase of dog-wolf mixes, except by those with special wildlife-in-captivity permits.

The law was passed after concerns arose about a wolf hybrid refuge in Bristol.

“Wolf hybrids are not pets,” said Sen. David Trahan, the bill’s sponsor. “Would people consider bringing a coyote or mountain lion into their home crossed with another cat or another dog?”

Jim Doughty, who operates the Wolf Ledge Refuge in Bristol,  says the law is misguided and unfairly brands the animals.

“Any animal, no matter whether it’s a pure wolf or a Chihuahua or a pug or anything else, depends on the person and how they raise it,” he said. “It’s the same thing with your kids. If you’re abusive toward your kids, they’re not going to be so good. If you work with them, they’ll be great.”

According to an Associated Press article, forty states forbid the ownership, breeding and importation of wolf dogs, while others impose some form of regulation upon ownership.

The law doesn’t prevent Doughty from continuing to take in wolf hybrids from people who no longer want them.

Last month, one of Doughty’s animals, Luna, escaped and attacked a chicken next door.

Doughty doesn’t consider wolf hybrids to be dangerous, but said he wouldn’t recommend them for families with small children. He doesn’t think the law will eliminate wolf dogs from Maine.

“Owners are going to list it as another dog,” he said. “The vet might know it and everybody else might know it, but nobody’s going to say a word.”

(Photo: Jim Doughty and a wolf hybrid named Koda; by Kate Collins / Bangor Daily News)

Ace slept through the whole thing, but I, at least, was honored to be a guest on Animal Cafe this week to discuss my year-long, penny-pinching, Steinbeck-inspired, dog-motivated  journey across America.

You can listen to the podcast here.

We talked about “Travels with Ace” with Edie Jarolim, pet travel correspondent for Animal Cafe.

As Ace snoozed on the futon, I recounted, by phone, how — having finished my book, and languishing in a state of unemployment — we came to move out of our home in Baltimore and not come to a stop until 25,000 miles later.

Part of that time was spent retracing the route John Steinbeck took with his poodle in “Travels with Charley.” But unlike Steinbeck, who spent three months on the road, we ended up taking a year before we semi-settled back down.

When Edie asked me if our traveling was over, I had one of those schizoid moments. Responsible John answered yes, they pretty much were. But Freewheeling John was there on the other shoulder, urging that we hit the road again.

I told him to shutup — at least for now.

I am not a big fan of Abba, or lip-synching, or effervescent, highly animated people.

When it comes to contagious enthusiasm, I have a pretty strong immune system, especially on a Monday morning.

But darned if I didn’t find myself bopping right along to this promotional/fund-raising video made by the Wake County SPCA — to the point I watched it twice.

My first thought: I want the kind of coffee they’re drinking.

My second thought: What an uplifiting change of pace from the heartstring-tugging public service announcements that usually emanate from animal welfare organizations and shelters seeking adoptive homes and donations.

My third thought: Marketers are catching on to how much a viral video — and this one was made with that intent — can accomplish, and, not counting the cost of making it, for free no less.

My fourth thought: How much the staff and volunteers at the SPCA shelter in Raleigh seem to love their work, presumably even when there’s not catchy background music — like Abba’s “Take a Chance on Me” — playing.

Even though it reminds me of “Glee” — and even though “Glee” has no place in my life on Tuesday night, much less Monday morning — the video is seamless, infectious and, given the all-too-often depressing aura of animal shelters, wonderfully uplifting.

Lest you be concerned the shelter is spending money to make videos instead of caring for dogs, the production services were donated by POV Productions.

(All of our “Woof in Advertising” selections can be found archived here.)