Obama Family Can Adopt a Portugese Water Dog

photos: Chip Pearson

Dear President Obama and the whole Obama family,
I know you're not used to getting emails from dogs but please, please hear my plea. I heard you wanted a Portugese Water Dog and I found one on PetFinder for you. She's in Minnesota and her humans couldn't keep her anymore so she ended up in the shelter like I used to be. She's gorgeous, she's nice and she loves kids.

Can you give her a chance? Like so many Americans in these hard times, she's homeless. I don't usually get my hopes up too much but you changed all that with your election. So now I'm full of HOPE that you will look at WEMA and reach out to her. With one act of kindness , you will be, yet again, an example of hope for the hopeless, an example of compassion to your kids, an example of wisdom to the country. By adopting a homeless dog, you will change the way Americans bring dogs into their lives.

Give WEMA a chance.

Read her story in Fairmont Sentinel here:

http://www.fairmontsentinel.com/page/content.detail/id/503145.html?nav=5003

Meet Wema, the Portugese Water Dog. Wema means goodness, kindness and compassion in Swahili. Wema is young and healthy and homeless, like millions of dogs in our nation's shelter system. And like so many Americans today, she is a victim of financial hardship. Her people couldn't afford to keep her anymore. Now she waits with hope in her heart for a new family to love.

Wema is gentle, well-behaved and loves children and other animals. She even enjoys a game of toss the ball with herself!

Portugese Water Dogs are exceptionally intelligent and willing to please. They make excellent family companions and love the country as well as the city. They are sturdy and strong but gentle and affectionate. " Porties" are elegant and refined but love to play. Portugese water dogs are also known to be hypoallegenic, with a soft curly coat that allows people with allergies to enjoy their companionship.

This athletic and sweet-natured young lady deserves only the best and she is currently being spayed and vaccinated.
She can be reached at the Martin County Humane Society in Minnesota.


Call Wema!
The Martin County Humane Society 522 Margaret Street Fairmont, MN 56031 Phone: (507) 238-1885 Email: pawprints01@hotmail.comClick here for a list of pets at this shelter

Dog Electrocuted by Faulty Wiring, Stray Voltage Under City Sidewalk --Chien Électrocuté Par Courant Électrique Sous le Trottoire à Nice

Lamby the Electrocu-tie Pie.

Poor Lamby! A terrible thing happened to him. We were walking on the Rue de France, in Nice, France, Europe and Mom was looking in the shop windows again, drooling over more shoes. (I think Mom has even more than there are trees in the woods but she always stops in front of shoe stores and we have to wait around, sitting there, bored.)

So there we were in front of the shoe store and all of a sudden, Lamby started to SCREAM! He was louder than a New York Fire engine. His mouth was frozen open, his tongue was hanging out, he was drooling, screaming and rolling on on his back in the middle of the street. We didn't understand what was happening to him! Mom thought he was having a seizure and all the French people came out of their stores to ask if he was OK but he wasn't OK at all.

Mom was crying and picked him up but he wouldn't stop screeching. She thought maybe he had caught his bad foot (remember? He was badly injured when we got him from the pound. His back feet had been badly broken and all the skin was missing). Mom called Dad on the cel phone and he came running to carry Lamby back home.

It turns out, Lamby had very bad luck. He stepped on an electrical plate on the sidewalk and got zapped! Lamby was electrocuted! He was shaking and had pooped on himself, he got zapped so bad. Mom took us to see Dr. Chave on the Rue Lamartine, who told us that one of his patients DIED from being electrocuted by faulty wiring under the sidewalk. Dr. Chave was very aware of this problem, which happens in cities all over the world. Read the NY Times article about dogs being electrocuted just taking a walk! Or this article in the Boston Globe.

Our friends in Hollywood have all been calling to find out if Lamb's OK.

Rachel, the Pissed Kitty, left us a message: "Like he needs a higher hairdo!"

They are supposed to insulate wires under the sidewalk--the wires that light up the street lamps and other stuff so we can see when we take our walks at night. But the wires get old and they don't even know that the electricity can be conducted under the cement right up into our feet! People don't feel it because they wear shoes that protect them from it. But lots of dogs have gotten electrocuted. I guess it will take a bare-footed human brat to get killed by old, un-insulated wires under a sidewalk before anybody does something about this. Only certain kinds of humans care if we dogs get hurt.

Read this article about how a simple walk on a sidewalk could kill a dog! I wish that hadn't happened to Lamby, who's had such a hard life until we adopted him. He's gone through so much already with his broken feet. He didn't need more pain in his life.

Lamby is better, but we were all really scared. Mom went to the CHARMELLE shoe store (63 Rue de France, Nice, 06000, France) to tell the owner that they need to put up a sign to warn others. The lady who owns the store didn't even care. She refused to give Mom the name of the building management. She never asked how Lamby was or anything. She practically kicked us out while Mom was explaing that Lamby was almost killed by dangerous electrical currents right in front of her shop.

Mom is making a complaint to the Procureur de Nice (City Prosecuter). You know what's really weird? I was talking to some of my dog friends at the park today after we got back from the vet and a lot of the dogs know about it and jump over electrical plates so they don't get a nasty jolt. My friend Ouati, a dog who lives on Rue Alphonse Karr, told me she got electrocuted and she ALWAYS walks around the elctrical plates. Her mom also thought she had stepped on her foot or something.

I was so worried about my boyfriend Lamby, I had to drink half of Mom's beer just to calm down.

We're going to be really careful now because those electrical plates are everywhere! We might have to totally un-hippify ourselves and wear booties, like those celebritard dogs in Beverly Hills. Mom will have to shop for doggie shoes now. I hope she won't make us wear high heels or whory strappy sandals, like the dumb shoes she wears.

New York Post praises Jinky, Dog of a Hollywood Wife! "Wickedly funny"

Jinky, Dog of a Hollywood Wife has a "wickedly funny voice."

'NET FOR PETS
STARS ADD POWER TO ANIMAL-THEMED BLOGS

by Julia Szabo read article here: NEW YORK POST

Excerpt:

January 6, 2008 -- PETS have inspired books, movies, plays, TV shows and magazines - so it was only a matter of time before they hit the World Wide Web as Weblog subjects. A new pack of bloggers is paw-printing the Internet with pet postings that are entertaining, informative and sometimes celebrity-studded.

For a blog "written" by a dog with a wickedly funny voice, check out Jinky, Dog of a Hollywood Wife. Jinky, a rescued mutt, lives with comedy writer Kevin Rooney and actress-author Carole Raphaelle Davis, so his take on the writers' strike is especially, um, biting.

js@pet-reporter.com

I'm sending Julia Szabo a giant wet nose kiss. You see those roses I bought up there? I'm going to eat them all and send her the rosiest farty wind all the way across the country to N.Y. A big rose cloud is coming her way.

I'd take them to her myself, but I might get picked up by animal control and that's happened to me before. It wasn't fun, believe me.

Lately, some humans are after me because of my big bitey mouth. I've been sounding off about puppy stores in Los Angeles and the owners of the pet stores don't like my kind--a lowly pound dog. They think I'm worthless but I think they stink more than a thousand pounds of decomposing fish heads.

So I got together with a whole gang of my old cell mates from the pound and we walked down to Posh Puppy in Beverly Hills (scroll down the blog to see the report).

All the people driving by were cheering for us while we all lifted our legs on the Posh Puppy store and left a ginormous 80-dog farty stink there on Wilshire Boulevard .

These stupid pet stores sell $3000 sick dogs while perfectly good dogs like me are sitting in the pound getting whacked. Anybody who buys a dog in a pet store should be drowned in cat pee after all the news about puppy mills. And anybody who will sell a dog to any moron who has the cash is just greedy.These people are even greedier than my wife Finley, who steals all my food.

Here's my greedy wife-bitch, Finley. She inhales her food and then barrels over to my bowl before I'm done and shoves me aside. You know what her measurements are? 24-22-22

I think it's creepy that pet store owners let you look at their dogs on line, order them and then you can just go and pay to pick them up-- like ordering fast food. They don't even do home checks like rescue orgs do, to see that it's all ok. They buy little tiny over-bred dogs wholesale from other humans who breed and sell lots of puppies and keep their parents in cages their whole life, with just enough room to turn around.

But the stinkiest thing of all is that pet store pups are almost all from factories. My buddies at the Humane Society of the United States wrote them to ask them to give them a total list of ALL the places where the puppies' moms and dads are. They want to know the truth.

I know what's going on. When I was in the shelter, there were lots of expensive dogs there. All of a sudden, these pure-bred dogs found themselves dumped and alone because people who spent piles of money on them didn't think they matched the couch anymore or because they chewed up some $500 shoes. The dogs' parents all came from really bad hillbilly places in Indiana, Missouri, Virginia and even California--places where they keep hundreds of dogs in cages all alone, with no love. Puppy Mill places. GRRRRRRR.

I send my most virulent farty wind their way, all the way to Missouri, capital of mean doggie prisons.Pffffffffffff...

May the dog auctioners and dog factory owners and on-line dog sellers choke on my atomic farty bomb. May they be bitten by 50, 000,000,000 fleas right on the ass.