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Tell Me Why
Posted March 26, 2007 by FurKindred

Tell Me Why . . .

does no one hold me when I cry?

They say we are a good-natured breed,
cheerful and easy to get along with,
that to be happy there is little we need

A place to have fun and not much more,
good food, a warm spot to sleep, and love
but I won't get that down on this floor.

I was brought here when I was fairly young --
a gawky, healthy pup and though it's been a while
I still recall starlight and the bright, warm sun

I remember running on grass and gazing at the sky
I had litter mates once and we would tumble and play
now there are dogs I can't see, but I hear them cry

When humans come to get me they are wearing white
sometimes they take me to an enclosed patio of cement
I can stretch my legs, but I'm alone. To prevent a fight?

Once, a human pulled me out of my cage and on her sleeve
I could smell the confusion and despair from one of my kind
It made me nervous, I whined and I squirmed, wanting to leave

She flinched, a person yelled at her, and they walked away
since that time, when they come for me, there is no smell
no scent of the others who live in this jail of gray

They use needles and hurt me, but I don't know why
What they do to me makes me feel very sick
They may mumble, "This won't hurt much," but it's a lie

Other times they put me to sleep and I awake in fear
Sometimes something's wrong with my eye or my ear
or I have sores, cuts, and I've lost some of my hair
I'm afraid, and sad, wondering how long will I be here?

Someone should know that my soul is alive
and though they continue to hurt me,
my loving heart remains sweet
I haven't a name, just a number: KB-5 . . .

. . . there are no toys, no walks, no treats

Two humans have come to collect me
one is carrying a small plastic bag
The other, with a needle in hand, lifts me up
and lays me down on a cold metal slab
I'm given a shot, but this time it feels different --
it reaches inside of me, and goes deep

Shivering, I feel like I should cry
but all that comes out is a whimper
Why is there no one to hold me?

Tell me why . . .
the others and I must die?

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Copyright 2005, by Kathy Pippig Harris

For the Beagles who will never have the opportunity to be loved -- and will not know what it is like to live in a forever home -- with those who know what a treasure is the gift that is -- dog.

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FurKindred
Homeward Found
Posted March 26, 2007 by FurKindred


Homeward Found

I live in a shelter, alone in a cage
With food, and a towel on which to sleep
I'm small, with spiky fur, and of kitten age
Folks come here looking for a friend to keep

Some days others and myself are taken to a home
A place where strangers live, but each is alone
Once an old man caressed me gently, murmured and sighed
As his tears spilled to my shoulder from tightly closed eyes

We also went where there are machines and bright lights
A big place for babies and children who are ill
As each child checked us over it was hard to stay still
To each patient was given the choice of us to pick
A time for a while to forget they were sick


I was brought to a girl, with hair the color of night
With her hands she explored my body and face
And her touch as fragile and intricate as lace
She lifted me up so she could smell my fur
I mewed and she smiled, then stroked me, and I purred
She said, "I am blind, but you have made this moment bright."

During the week many come to the pound
Down each aisle they make the rounds
Sometimes a kitten is chosen and homeward bound
And even rarer, a lost loved one is found


The last of summer passed, then gone, too, was fall
No longer a kitten, I'd grown lanky and tall
In the wintry months fewer folks came to call
So the kittens were gone on a visit, but not us all
Lonely, I watched shadows move at the end of the hall

I fell asleep, dreaming of the visits I did make
When my fur was spiky and my pads pink and small
Then hands tenderly shook me and stirred me awake
As a man carried me, he took my picture from the wall

When he stepped outside, he wrapped a blanket 'round me
Put me in the backseat of a car and drove away
I sat up, wondering where we were -- trying to see
But the windows were frosty, so back down I lay

The car came to a stop and the man turned around
His expression gentle, he took me out of the car
He climbed some stairs, knocked, then opened a door
He strode in and laid me in another man's arms

I was hugged, caressed tenderly, and the old man sighed
As his tears spilled to my shoulder from tightly closed eyes
Thank you, my son! It is he, the one I had held before.
"Hey, fella! I'll bet you wondered where you were bound?
"Well, my furry friend, you need worry no more.
"In time for Christmas, you are, and -- homeward found!"

Copyright 2005 Kathy Pippig Harris





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FurKindred
The Great Until
Posted March 26, 2007 by FurKindred

The Great Until

dog in grass

Beyond a shimmering mist is another special land

A place that God created with the brush of His hand


A sun-washed valley, with grass-covered hills

Filled with joy for us, for before the "Great Until"


This place is for we who had no human kin

and those who did, but were abused--discarded on a whim


When we lay hurt, dying and helpless on the roadside

someone stopped, cradled us tenderly, and cried


We may have been in pounds when they held us close and dear

and as our vision dimmed, they softly whispered away our fear


There was no chance to share our hearts with them on Earth

And no time to show them what their love for us was worth

 Labs Waiting

Now we can give our all to them for we have all of time to fill

So here we abide, a waiting, until the "Great Until"


Our hearts will be near bursting, from here our heavenly post

Until they stride through the mist, so that we may greet . . .

The ones who loved us most

Kittens Until


Copyright © 2006 Kathy Pippig Harris
*~Dedicated to those who work in shelters & for all who have ever reached out to help a stray~*

FurKindred
The Raccoon Dog ~ Protect It!
Posted March 26, 2007 by FurKindred

The Raccoon Dog - Tanuki

Raccoon Dog

Domestic dogs and raccoon dogs are killed in brutal ways for their fur in China. The raccoon dog is a wild member of the dog (Canidae) family with markings resembling those of a raccoon. They are known to be skinned alive for their fur in China, where they are caged and killed in large numbers. Clothing with fur trim from Raccoon dogs has shown up in U.S. stores.


The Humane Society of the United States filed a legal petition with the Federal Trade Commission seeking to enforce the Fur Products Labeling Act against 14 major retailers and designers concerning false advertising and false labeling of fur garments.

Raccoon Dog Pups

In response to the investigation, many retailers and designers took positive action to put customers and animals first, but a disappointing number did not.

ACTIONS TAKEN BY RESPONSIBLE DESIGNERS AND RETAILERS
(Some took action beyond what is listed)

Will go fur-free within a year
 Calvin Klein
 Tommy Hilfiger

Pulled garments and indicated they will not use raccoon dog fur in future
 Shawn "Jay-Z" Carter's Rocawear
 Sean "Diddy" Combs' Sean Jean

Endorsing H.R. 891, the Dog and Cat Fur Prohibition Enforcement Act
 Tommy Hilfiger
 Burlington Coat Factory
 Loehmann's
 House of Dereon

Will stop using raccoon dog fur
 DKNY

Informed customers, offered returns
 Nordstrom

Recalled garments from retailers
 Joie


RETAILERS AND DESIGNERS THAT HAVE NOT TAKEN APPROPRIATE ACTION TO PROTECT CONSUMERS AND ANIMALS

 Andrew Marc
 Barneys
 Bergdorf Goodman
 Bluefly
 Dillard's
 Foot Locker
 J.C. Penney
 Lord & Taylor
 Macy's (Federated Department Stores)
 Michael Kors
 Neiman Marcus
 Baby Phat
 Ross
 Spiewak

Protect the Raccoon Dog

The Raccoon Dog's Plea

We are not from your country, the U S of A
but we have something important we need to say
Much of the clothing you buy bears our fur as trim
for coyotes, wolves, and other dogs, too, it is grim

Some of the labels say the trim is faux fur
but often without testing you cannot be sure
For there on the collar may be our fur and skin
or that of the other Canidae, who are our kin

Our once huge numbers are now being thinned . . .
Did you know many of us are alive when skinned?
We are caged in large numbers--killed in brutal ways.
But if you speak up for us, we will have our say

Will you protect us, unveil the ugly truth for all to see?
Will you help us to have a future where we are free...

Copyright 2007 Kathy Pippig Harris

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http://www.hsus.org/furfree/news/federal_trade_commission_fur_labels.html 
FurKindred
Chains Were Her Prison
Posted March 26, 2007 by FurKindred

Chains Were Her Prison

Chains Were Her Prison

I was just a girl, and I had always been told
not to go near the Collie who was tied to a pole
she lived two houses down, this "forgotten" dog
out in the heat, the rain, and the cold, cold fog

I passed her each day when I'd walk to school
and she was always alone, so I broke that rule
like the Lassie on TV, she was beautiful to me
but as I drew nearer, her fear was easy to see

So I held out my hand, allowing her to catch my scent
there was pain in her face, hurting me was not her intent
but when I reached her, uncertainty flashed in her eyes and she bit
As pain blossomed in my palm, my knees buckled and I had to sit

From up against the garage wall I shakily slid to the dirt
cradling my hand I shook my head, crying freely at the hurt
not from her bite to my palm, but the pain that etched her face
when I had looked up at her and she slowly met my gaze

Her expression said, I'm sorry! Perhaps in a another time and place
We might have been friends, or even family... and seen love in each others face
I can only dream of the prospects a different life may have yielded?
Like running side-by-side, on a summer's eve, in a lush green-carpeted field

But, none of those things were meant for her
She was a prisoner there, that was plain to see
A chain 'round her neck, and dust in her once pretty fur
So I turned and ran home, all the while wishing
that I could have set the "forgotten" girl free...

Copyright 2007 Kathy Pippig Harris

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