Posted on 04/27/2015 10:50:28 AM PDT by QT3.14
And most of the problem with my frustration in replies is that there are two or three or four people that throw comments at me, I explain one thing, and then get accused of basically being an unfriendly neighbor for killing animals, when that is not the truth as I have just previously explained. Per the beagle and her sidekick that I kenneled for the people up the road until they were able to come get them.
Fine. I already responded to it. Answer my question about my property rights.
I have already responded to that, long ago, this veterinarian is facing charges for her actions.
A vet is no different than a doctor.
Veterinarians Oath
Being admitted to the profession of veterinary medicine, I solemnly swear to use my scientific knowledge and skills for the benefit of society through the protection of animal health and welfare, the prevention and relief of animal suffering, the conservation of animal resources, the promotion of public health, and the advancement of medical knowledge. I will practice my profession conscientiously, with dignity, and in keeping with the principles of veterinary medical ethics. I accept as a lifelong obligation the continual improvement of my professional knowledge and competence.
This female is nothing more than a wannabe vet's equivalent of the once Dr. Kervorkian........
They certainly don't have the right to shoot the cat with bow and arrow and most likely just injure it and let it suffer in agony until it eventually dies........
If the cat, or any cat for that matter, was a problem, it could easily have been trapped and dealt with in a more humane manner.
This chick knew that but instead chose to use her prowess with a bow to shoot the animal.................She was lucky the cat died and so was the helpless cat.
You’ve made it clear that you think I’m lying. So be it — pointless to continue this dialog.
BTW, you omitted a relevant clause in the text you quoted.
Was the cat under her treatment?
Right then, you don’t believe in private property rights. Not sure why you are a “member” of a conservative forum.
You just keep making up things.
Venting and raging, and making up nonsense, is not making a point.
I was saying how it looks to those of a different mindset here where cats are concerned, while trying to be polite. We just are just more easygoing here in dealing with the loose animal issues, maybe because some of those issues can weigh over 1000 pounds...
The insect control stuff is made by Green Light company-they make a lot of bio-safe stuff-I buy it at the ranch store, but I know they have at True Value hardware stores and Tractor Supply. It is made from plant/herb oils like clove, thyme and oregano, and is very concentrated-I wear one of the masks I wear at work to paint if I’m spraying it, and I’d advise you wear one when spraying the stuff.
After it dries, it keeps smelling good for days-the price is comparable to the poison stuff, and I think it works better for mosquitos and fleas.
I’m sorry you don’t like cats-they are very loving, clean, quiet pets-but I’ve been around them all my life, along with dogs and livestock animals-we are all different-I do not personally care for small dogs-one of my neighbors has a yorkie that makes me want to scream every time he gets under the ranch gate and barks at my Husky if we are outside, and she thinks he is something to run down and eat...
More than 3 of these acres are natural/untrimmed for possible future livestock use, and the part that is “yard” is only that in the broadest sense, with native trees, plants and grass that almost never need cutting-nothing is a weed but grass burrs and I pull those up by hand. The ornamental vegetation and flowers that grow where you are will not grow at all here-it is too dry, and way too cold in the Winter.
I know Florida is totally different from Texas as to the climate, and you get much more rain than we do-Green Light makes weed control stuff, too-you can probably get it at the same place as the insect yard spray. The organic products are safer for pets, too-my Husky is 16 years old, and I have never, ever used inorganic, toxic pesticides on the yard.
Passive-aggressive non-answer.
There was a reason you made that post in this thread, clearly. It’s simple enough to own it, but...whatever.
Done with you. Goodbye.
I heard that-if she had been a rural vet it might have been worse, since most rural vets also treat large animals-I doubt anyone would let her treat their horse, either...
Well, thanks, your posts haven’t made any sense for quite a while, so I appreciate it.
Given that complaining about cats in some communities is like telling the media you’re a Republican I can understand that some people would not complain. I suppose if I lived in one of those communities I’d just quietly deal with the problem and get appropriately emotional when someone tells me they’re looking for their cat.
“Ohhh, that’s so awful! I hope you find it!”
Holy smokes, that sounds dangerous. Doing any kind of door-to-door can be hazardous.
I lived in Yokosuka, Japan when I was around 11, and took my brother’s spider bike out for a ride on some of the less traveled parts of that big Navy base there.
I rode down a deserted road with large hills on both sides covered with green vegetation. Stretching for hundreds of yards on either side of that two lane road were acres of chain link fence. In the fenced off areas there was a vast array of military equipment and machinery in various states of repair. There were fields of what must have been barrels for large naval guns. There were odd looking gray objects of all shape and condition that had been placed there and seemingly forgotten, rust spotting the paint, black hacked off cables protruding and laying on the ground. Launches and landing craft in long lines. Naval shells, 5”, 6”, 8” and even 16” shells.
As I pedaled along, I passed an area that was open all the way to the hills. I looked up, and saw a huge pack of dogs come running out of a cave, barking like mad, coming right at me from probably 100 yards away.
Those hills were honeycombed with tunnels. They had been meticulously boarded up by Seabees (I think) and walled off by large, stout, wooden structures with padlocked doors for access. They were impenetrable. I know this, because we tried. We were always trying to get into those caves. My brother and I almost got lost in one when we went inside with my dad’s spotlight that had an external battery you could carry on your shoulder, and you plugged the cigarette lighter connecter into it. We got a good way into that cave, and my brother dropped the light. Or I did...I don’t remember. But when that light hit the ground and went out, it was black. Completely, totally and absolutely black.
I remember, at that point, with a sharp pang of panic, that we did not have any backup light or matches. Nothing. My heart began to race as the panic rose up in me while we fumbled unsuccessfully in the pitch black to get the light going. I think we were both immediately convinced that the light had broken when it hit the ground, and we knew we were screwed. They would never, ever have found us. There were dozens and dozens of those tunnels, and we were hundreds of feet in.
My brother realized that when the light had fallen to the ground, the cigarette lighter connecter had jerked loose. He plugged it in, we got out, and never went back in any tunnels again.
Anyway, this tunnel on this more remote part of the base where I was riding my bike was either not sealed up or was open and had been inhabited by wild dogs. There were a good number of wild dogs, because military personnel had just left pets behind when they rotated out, and many of the animals became feral. At the time, I did not know this, and when this pack of dogs came running out of that cave towards me, I began pedaling with all my might to pick up speed.
However, the bike had a flaw that made it irritating in the best of time, and at this particular time, was particularly inopportune: when you really, REALLY pushed on the pedals to get going, sometimes the chain couldn’t stay on the sprocket, and it would come off, requiring you to stop whatever you were doing on the bike and put the chain back on. You know the drill. Get it completely on the small sprocket, part-way on the bigger sprocket, then you slowly turn the pedal and get it back on.
Well, when I put the pedal to the metal, you guessed it: the chain came off.
And then the dogs were immediately right on me.
As the first few dogs caught up, they began snapping at my legs, which I pulled up on the handlebars. This all took place in the space of about three seconds from the chain coming off.
I rapidly began to lose speed, and it was crystal clear to me that the bike was going to slow to a point, begin to wobble from side to side, and then fall over. And there was nothing I could do about it.
In a flash of inspiration, I realized my only option was the one I had to go for. I steered towards the nearest chain link fence and leaped off off the bike onto it. I clambered to the top and straddled the barbed wire across the top. It was really awkward, and I slid my bottom legs under the bottom strand and rested my torso on the top strand. (This wasn’t razor wire, it was the old style barbed wire)
The dogs milled wildly ten feet below me, standing on their hind legs as their front legs extended up the fence towards me. Later, my memory thinks there must have been fifty of those dogs, but I suspect it was a dozen or two at the most. I sat up on that fence for what seemed like an hour after the dogs left, I was too scared to come down.
When I did come down, I was terrified to take my eyes off the hill and put them on the bicycle chain to get it back on. I felt like if I even took my eyes away for a split second that when I looked up again, they would be rushing towards me again. When I did get the chain back on, I hightailed it out of there, sweating with panic the entire time.
I have to say that was probably the most frightened I have ever been in my life. I have no idea what those dogs would have done. But I know enough about dogs to know what can happen if they develop a pack mentality. To this day, the thought of being attacked by dogs or any of their wild biological cousins terrifies me.
We are lucky. We are at the top of the food chain, for the most part. But I can say with certainty, I understand the terror that primitive men certainly must have felt living in a landscape inhabited by large predators who viewed early humans as just another legitimate part of their food supply. They certainly must have been constantly tuned into the location of any nearby trees as well as their suitability for climbing.
Interestingly, when we moved to the Philippines, The base was probably much larger in Subic Bay, but I saw no feral dogs or cats at all.
It was only until just recently when I dwelled on the subject that I realized why: there aren’t any kind of fauna in Japan to speak of to feed off of dogs or cats.
The Philippine jungle was filled with things that would make short work of domestic pets.
Nope, it was running loose and could have been live trapped and dealt with accordingly.........Certainly more humane than trying to shoot it with a bow and arrow.......
That is total nonsense, so I don't know why you wanted to pretend to know such a thing, but interesting to learn that you would dispose of pets and conceal it from the owners and the kids, it sounds pretty sleazy, and creepy, not exactly the kind of person one would want around their kids or pets.
Birds, the occasional cat, just aren't seen as something so traumatic to see in your yard by most beach people, the most annoying things are the Opossums and the raccoons, and the most noisy were the sea lions coming into yards.
The old lady that the neighborhood suspicions disposes of their pets, but who they can't catch at it, it sounds like a children's tale.
Thank you for that info on the products. I will look them up. With 3 dogs and a 3 year old I’m always interested in finding more “natural” products. My experience with most of them is that they don’t work and cost double what the other stuff does. So I’m always glad to find someone that has tried and likes the alternatives before I have to be the guinea pig.
I don’t like or dislike cats. I dislike irresponsible owners that allow their animals to wander onto my property. I don’t want the cats, or stray dogs for that matter, crapping on my property where my dogs can eat it. It spreads disease and parasites. I don’t want another incident of my dogs catching a stray cat and my having to dispatch it instead of letting it suffer after my dogs have played tug o war with it. I don’t want another one biting one of my dogs and causing infection. I just don’t think it is too much to ask that my property rights be respected or allowing me to take care of what I see as a problem for my own property.
The area we live is kind of a beast for growing anything. We get too cold for most “tropical” type fruit plants, but not cold enough for the other type fruits that need some cold time every year. And the property itself is very sandy, which is great for drainage but horrible for growing.
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