Cat-n-Scratch

I question a society where those who step up to save a dying animal are
arrested and prosecuted; yet those who allow an animal to suffer and
die in their very own yards are rarely brought to justice and seldom
even charged with more than a minor infraction.

I am slated to stand trial for theft and receiving stolen property for
aiding a dog who lay chained, unable to stand, and dying in it’s
owners’ yard for three days. May 21st I am back in court to choose a
jury in Hollidaysburg, Pennsylvania.

Ironically, May 21st is also the day the Good Mayor of a town in
Minnesota goes back to court for a crime involving his chained dog. In
this case the defendant sentenced his “wire-haired hunting dog” (we’ll
call him Wiry for short) to death by freezing in sub-zero temperatures,
with only a feces-laden crate for shelter. He is charged NOT with
animal cruelty, as one who has any faith in the justice system would
expect, but instead with failure to provide proper housing, a ‘petty
misdemeanor’ charge.

His ‘petty misdemeanor’ charge is even less for KILLING his dog than my
‘misdemeanor’ charge is for SAVING a dog. Am I the only one who sees a
problem in this scenario?

Neighbors say they heard the dog crying for help. None came.

Before heading to archives, the comment section on the Good Mayor’s
news story at sctimes.com numbered 105 comments and still climbing,
indicative of a story that raises serious moral and ethical questions.
One of the more pressing questions on people’s minds was “If the
neighbors heard the dog crying, why didn’t they step up to help?”

A person identifying him/herself only as Fed Up stated the story was
indeed true, as he/she had personally heard the dog’s cries for help.
Indignant questions of “Why didn’t you DO something” met only with
silence from Fed Up.

As one embroiled in the same ethical/moral dilemma that Fed Up faced, I
truly empathize with his/her plight. Since my arrest, I have endured
personal onslaughts of my character from the district attorney, police
chief, and other organizations as well as from strangers, new-found
enemies, and former friends. They range from mild (she broke the law,
period) to the irrational (all the evidence is faked, any eighth grader
with photoshop could have created both the photos and the video—fyi, my
son is in eighth grade, but insists he has NO idea how to work
photoshop, so I’ve proven that one wrong, thank God…)

Fed Up was caught in a moral dilemma, and had to make a choice between
his/her own personal safety and the safety of the dog. We know which
choice Fed Up made. He/she now has to live every single day with the
guilt created by this decision. Fed Up may well endure nightmares and
go to the grave with the guilt of Wiry’s death heavy on his/her
conscience.

Given what I’ve had to endure at the hands of local authorities as a
result of my decision to save Doogie, I can certainly understand why
someone would not choose to act to save the life. How much worse would
it have been for Fed Up to save the MAYOR’s dog? The Good Mayor would
have plenty of community pull, and Fed Up would be tarred, feathered,
and hanged by daybreak, any thoughts of Wiry’s mistreatment and
impending doom completely forgotten and rationalized away by
authorities and community members alike. They would all wonder what got
into that darn neighbor, usually such a nice, quiet citizen…why would
Fed Up suddenly go berserk and start stealing the private property of
the Good Mayor? It would make no sense in a justice system centered on
dogs as nothing more than property, having no feelings or right to life
in and of itself.

I myself was duly notified by the Upstanding Police Chief that if I
ever came near his dog, he’d put a slug in my ass. He also stated in
the Daily Collegian that my video could well have been faked, that he
could take his dog out, drag it through the mud, and get
horrible-looking video like that too. But Mr. Police Chief, would not
that very act of dragging your best friend through the mud actually
constitute abusive behavior on your part? As you probably have no fear
of being prosecuted, I can see why you would feel free to envision such
a form of torture for your pet.

Until we force our nation to evolve, acting as a Good Samaritan for
dogs on chains will be a “damned if you do, damned if you don’t” kinda’
thang. If you DO step up to save the life, you may well be the one
arrested; and if you don’t, you will live with the poor creature’s
death on your head for all eternity. Not a pleasant choice by any
stretch of the imagination.

I am certainly not the first to take action to save a dying chained
dog. I may be the first to get such compelling evidence of the crime
committed against the dog, to fight for the right of a dog not to die
on the end of a chain, and to stand for my right to act as a Good
Samaritan. I won’t be the last.

Fed Up is not the first to let fear stop him/her from saving a life,
and Fed Up will not be the last.

The Good Mayor and Doogie’s owners are not the first and will not be
the last to get away with animal cruelty by allowing their dog to die
on the end of a chain. They are merely links in a chain of abuse that
has been ongoing for centuries, and which only we can stop.

It’s up to US to make these kind of Americans a dying breed. It’s up to
US to stop tolerating the abuse, start enforcing laws protecting
animals, and create stronger laws limiting chaining for man’s best
friend. Every social movement succeeds ONLY when the people stop
letting fear get in the way of taking the necessary action. When the
people stand up, the power shifts from abuser to right action. Laws
change, tolerance of social injustice ends.

I consider myself lucky, despite facing charges, that I am not in Fed
Up’s shoes. I know Doogie would thank me if he could, and nothing man
can do to me could take that away from me. I wake up each morning
knowing I did as Jesus would have done, and Doogie’s life being
extended almost six months in a loving, caring environment is more than
all the proof I need.

Wiry never made it through the night; dying a cold, sad, lonely,
frightening death.

I urge everyone placed in the horrible position of Fed Up and myself to
push fear aside, to do whatever it takes to save the life. If time is
not of the essence, fight hard for authorities to take the necessary
life-saving steps. Don’t back down to authorities if they act like you
don’t know what you’re talking about or you should mind your own
business. If the dog is suffering and death is imminent, that is
EVERYONE’S business!

If they refuse to take the plight of the dying animal seriously or do
not respond at all to pleas for help, realize you are on your own, and
that life is depending on YOU. You may be the only lifeline that dog
has, please do not toss it aside lightly.

Doogie’s life mattered. Wiry’s life mattered.

Every life matters.