tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7832387493738769350.post4441937486354990460..comments2023-09-08T13:09:48.069-05:00Comments on Wisconsin Watchdog: Mazi's StoryKathy Pobloskiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02072184840208462648noreply@blogger.comBlogger12125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7832387493738769350.post-339772983766205002012-05-22T14:37:20.591-05:002012-05-22T14:37:20.591-05:00God Bless you for being willing to stop and check ...God Bless you for being willing to stop and check the guy by the road and to go look for the guy in the woods. My Ike was missing 32 days when someone called and said they thought they saw him in a trap. It was a kill trap (a conibear)so he didn't lay there suffering - but the trapper broke the law by not checking his traps or having them tagged for ownership.<br /><br />I now have closure and have been able to give Ike a respectful burial. To me that is as important as returning the remains of a MIA soldier to his family for closure and burial.<br /><br />Our pets are family and not knowing is agony. We still have our Starskey out there somewhere and no idea if he is alive or dead or rescued or taken in or what. He has been missing since December of 2010.Leehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06354360998130969125noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7832387493738769350.post-78489503414115164872012-02-17T12:09:39.389-06:002012-02-17T12:09:39.389-06:00It is sad that people judge so quickly. I might ad...It is sad that people judge so quickly. I might add that some dogs have trouble keeping weight on. Look at the total picture. A dog owner who is out several times a day with an active dog with a shiny coat who obviously adores her owner but is extremely thin is not the dog you need to call SPCA about. Her owner is probably more worried about her weight than you are. (Happened to my brother. SPCA finally told the neighbor to mind her own darn business!)Karenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06299053018255631770noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7832387493738769350.post-90251529689880061622012-02-17T10:08:43.403-06:002012-02-17T10:08:43.403-06:00Yes, I'm crying too. I have rescued many dogs...Yes, I'm crying too. I have rescued many dogs, just because I care. I once walked a mile into the woods with my own dog because I had heard non-stop barking for hours. A dog had a long chain wrapped around trees and was stuck. I had to take him somewhere since i could find no one to contact from his tags. Turns out he got away from a dog sitter and the dog was from a far away area. The dog sitter found me a week later with a thank you. Another time I stopped at the roadside and found a huge black dog hit and killed. Luckily his tag was easily visible. I called and found the owner who sadly arrived while I waited. I hugged a stranger in the middle of the highway. The next day there was a blizzard with snow cover for the rest of the winter. I couldn't imagine the agony of not knowing. Great story, great work and I will watch for any dogs in my area. Thank you.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7832387493738769350.post-29749010232912578482012-02-17T09:19:56.634-06:002012-02-17T09:19:56.634-06:00My German Shepherd became emaciated due to thyroid...My German Shepherd became emaciated due to thyroid cancer, despite being fed double the recommended food amount (double was all he could handle). Therefore, I ask people not to judge so quickly. Even though thyroid cancer (the kind that excretes thyroid hormone) is very rare in dogs, it CAN happen, so it might not be what you think.Cathy Y.noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7832387493738769350.post-49823792077875165282011-02-22T02:53:52.026-06:002011-02-22T02:53:52.026-06:00Anima1s can turn up a 1ong way from where they are...Anima1s can turn up a 1ong way from where they are 1ost. Last year, someone from Ba1timore contacted our group because a cat on our website 1ooked 1ike one he had 1ost when he was 1iving in Howard County the previous year. This cat had showed up at my fera1 co1ony in DC. She's a 1ong-haired ca1ico, quite distinctive 1ooking, and when I took her up to visit the person who contacted us, she acted 1ike she knew him. He said a former neighbor had turned her in to the county she1ter, but she had been adopted out by the time he cou1d get to the she1ter. Perhaps the adopter had moved to DC and the cat had gotten away...I did report her to DC Anima1 Management, but no one c1aimed her. The poor kitty apparent1y broke a 1eg somewhere in her trave1s; she had a crooked hind 1eg that had not been 1ike that when she had 1ived with the origina1 owner.Anne Thomasnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7832387493738769350.post-2643697617177603762011-02-21T23:44:39.098-06:002011-02-21T23:44:39.098-06:00Oh, this really hit home for me. My champion Ameri...Oh, this really hit home for me. My champion American Foxhound girl was missing for eight days in downtown Dayton OH at the end of November, 2008. Her name is Macy. Even though she is a hunting breed, she was absolutely emaciated when we got her back. Congratulations to Mazi and her family . . . I know both the agony you felt and the elation your are feeling now. If you're interested in Macy's story, it is here: http://whereismacy.wordpress.com/Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7832387493738769350.post-59685333078932918732011-02-21T21:48:43.021-06:002011-02-21T21:48:43.021-06:00I managed the "lost animal" list at a sh...I managed the "lost animal" list at a shelter as a volunteer for about a year, and was always amazed at owners who refused to microchip their pets. The most frequent excuse I heard was, "But Buffy/Duke/Queenie never gets out on his/her own." But pets go missing all the time. If you love your pet, microchip it and get it an ID tag with a phone number. It's your best chance to get your pet back quickly and safely.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7832387493738769350.post-57777864201991981762011-02-21T21:39:19.835-06:002011-02-21T21:39:19.835-06:00Great story, and good to open the public eye on ot...Great story, and good to open the public eye on other possibilities and not to be quick to judge. I'm at fault for that, as my love for animals don't allow me to see beyond "what if possibilities" and to conceive other notions of the true facts. Thanks for sharing such great story!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7832387493738769350.post-37171484688768232142011-02-21T21:20:57.797-06:002011-02-21T21:20:57.797-06:00Thanks for sharing this. It made me cry - both fo...Thanks for sharing this. It made me cry - both for the injury of Mazi, but also for the re-unification of the family.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7832387493738769350.post-35871828647677794422011-02-21T21:00:51.193-06:002011-02-21T21:00:51.193-06:00Amazing article, and very true. As human beings, s...Amazing article, and very true. As human beings, sometimes we are so quick to jump to the worst conclusion.<br /><br />This has definitely been bookmarked as a favorite.melhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07415107580164949825noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7832387493738769350.post-40156118623891090032011-02-21T12:09:00.181-06:002011-02-21T12:09:00.181-06:00Thank you!
Something very much like your scenario...Thank you!<br /><br />Something very much like your scenarios happened to me. I lived in Denver, and my dog went missing while I was inside getting his dinner ready. (He ate outside so the cats wouldn't bother him.)<br /><br />I papered the area with flyers, I went door to door asking if anyone had seen him, I followed leads (some people had seen him and another dog out walking around exploring together--turns out another loose dog had come to the yard and somehow managed to get through the fence.) I called and visited all the local shelters. Finally, a telephone lineman saw one of my flyers and called me and said that he'd seen my dog picked up by animal control a couple of blocks away and had asked some questions. For some reason I cannot fathom, they'd transported my dog past several local shelters to a neighboring city. <br /><br />I called and asked them if they had my dog (he was a very big, very distinct looking greyhound), and nobody would even talk to me. <br /><br />So I, a single mother with two jobs, packed up my son and drove about twenty miles to find him. Happily, he was there and overjoyed to see us. Unhappily, they wouldn't even let me take him because they said they needed some proof of ownership, which they hadn't mentioned on the phone. I had to drive back home, under threat of them closing for the night, find some proof that he was my dog, and drive back. That was sixty miles on my fifteen year old car, with my tired, hungry, worried child.<br /><br />And here's the kicker: He had our phone number on his tags. They told me they didn't call because his rabies tag was expired. (My bad, his shots were up to date, but I'd forgotten to replace the tag.) They didn't even bother to call, even with our number right there.<br /><br />And, if it weren't for that lineman, a dog lover who went out of his way to ask questions, I probably never would have found my dog. <br /><br />It's also worth noting that my dog was rescued from an actual abusive situation. He was always a little frightened and slow to trust people, and I still sometimes get worked up thinking of him in that little concrete cell, separated from the only family he'd ever known. I can't even imagine what he must have felt after we found him and then had to leave again to go home and look for 'proof.' <br /><br />Denouement: The rest of his life was, happily, relatively uneventful. He lived a very long, secure, happy life (he was almost 17 years old when he died), relatively free from traumatic events.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7832387493738769350.post-23824733702005943682011-02-21T10:52:51.487-06:002011-02-21T10:52:51.487-06:00Great article and great work! Thank you for all yo...Great article and great work! Thank you for all you do!Cherinoreply@blogger.com