Showing posts with label pit bulls. Show all posts
Showing posts with label pit bulls. Show all posts

Monday, May 30, 2011

STELLA!!!

A famed movie moment, Brando screaming “Stella!” at the top of his lungs, but despite my film degree, in this case we’re talking about a pit bull and a rescue facilitated by Rasta’s via Pin-Ups for Pit Bulls on Facebook.  Everyday there are posts and stories on the web and news about Pit Bulls.  Unfortunately the press is often negative and web posts are frequently pleas to save another pit from a kill-shelter. 

One of our co-founders, Chandon Banning, made rescuing pit bulls a cause in her early twenties when she began rescuing them with a friend in L.A., and this effort continues today.  One thing Rasta’s does is share the posts of organizations like Pin-Ups for Pit Bulls in efforts to find homes for the neglected, abused, abandoned, misunderstood, or just lost.  More often then not these canines are pit bulls and Stella was one of them. 
Stella!
Photo by Chandon Banning
After years of being used as a breeder, Ms. Stella was discovered wandering the streets of La Puente, known gang territory, and ended up at the Baldwin Park Animal Shelter in southern California.  One look into Stella’s huge eyes and Chandon made this girl a priority and went to work on her L.A. friends from our home base in New Mexico to find Stella a home.  Stella’s stars aligned perfectly as a friend of Rasta’s and Chandon’s stepped to the plate to care and provide for this incredibly sweet girl. 

Not everyone can take on an older dog nor afford the expenses associated with rescues.  Not everyone has the space, time, or energy, but when the time is right, the dog right, and the rescuer right something magic happens.  In Stella’s case it worked out perfectly, a safe happy home and an adoring human, doting I might say, but for Stella after years of litter upon litter, the care and affection she receives is well deserved and makes right of many wrongs, at least for her.

Pit Bulls, once renowned as the nanny dog have been vilified for years, to the point of being banned in some communities.  They are over bread, abused, and used for the gambling sport of fighting, and unfortunately part of their nanny dog nature to which they were once predisposed seems lost.  This is the doing of humans, not the nature of the breed itself.  One of our missions at Rasta’s is to change this before the “nanny dog” disappears through the calculated indifference of careless persons. 

Stella is the quintessential embodiment of the nanny dog.  She trumpets her hellos and snuggles close with waging tail.  She expresses genuine gratitude for the life she has now.  No, she was never used for fighting, but there’s a damn good chance many of her pups were.  In many shelters pit bulls make up 30 to 50 percent of the population, approximately 1 million are euthanized each year, 200 per day in Los Angeles county alone (2008), then are those not counted, abandoned on the streets where they die in accidents or from starvation, thousands on the streets of Detroit alone, and then there is dog fighting, of course, it’s illegal so real stats are non-existent, thus we’ll leave that to estimates, based on the above figures, we can guess it’s awfully grim.

During a recent visit to Twelve’s elementary school I noted a bulletin board outside her classroom.  Apparently the children were learning about charts, graphs, and statistics.  They gathered information from their schoolmates to compile their statistics and from these created pie charts and bar graphs.  Not surprisingly among the expected inquiries of sixth graders, like favorite sports, subjects, colors, there were several dedicated to favorite or most popular breed of dog.  Again and again the top ranked, most wanted, most popular, coolest, and most owned— the pit bull.  I doubted the boys selected the pit because of its long ago nanny dog title and wondered why the girls too voted it top dog.  For the pit in America it is currently the top dog, most popular, most over bread, most abused, abandoned, fought, used, and talked about.  Sometimes it’s great to be top dog, other times, especially in the case of pits, it’s a terrible position to occupy.  One of Rasta’s missions is to change that.

For Stella we helped advocate that change via Pin-ups for Pit Bulls and a ready and willing rescuer, but for thousands more and generations to follow chances of a good, healthy, and happy life are just one in six-hundred.  Being top dog has placed the breed at the bottom of the barrel.  If you’re interested in having a pit bull or know someone who is, there is one in a shelter nearby in need of a rescue.  Paying for a pup only perpetuates what has become a nasty trade.  If you know of abuse or suspect it, report it.  If you suspect a dog fighting operation or know of one contact local authorities.  Change is advocated for through actions and it’s time to return the pit to its proper heritage— the nanny dog.  In doing so, so much else will change too and for the better.  The world can be made a better place and, in this case, it’s one dog at a time—Stella is happily down with that.

Rasta’s Rescue Ranch, Inc. in Santa Fe, New Mexico wishes to extend much appreciation to Pinups for Pit Bulls and all those who share their posts, Jana Savage at the Animal Advocate Alliance, who shared Stella’s story beautifully, the staff at the Baldwin Park Shelter who posted a video of Stella on youtube that truly captured the spirit of this great dog, and Kate who stepped to the plate, giving Stella a world of love, treats, and her forever home.     





Friday, August 13, 2010

Bucky: A Tribute To


A little over 18 months ago, I met one of the most extraordinary human beings I know, accompanying her was a most extraordinary canine, Bucky, Bucklava, Bucka (as a little girl is fond of calling her), Buck, Mama Dog, Grandma Dog, Buckatune (as I often call her), and Bucky Marie.  

At seventeen and weighing upwards of seventy pounds, when I met her, she greeted me with wagging tail and held her own alongside the pit bull youngster beside her.  I’ve been told over the years our animal companions often reflect our personalities and spirits, in this instance I can declare a definitive truth to this.  Bucky Marie Banning was a formidable personality and most compassionate soul.

In a way, I can tell you, the first shimmering light of Rasta’s Rescue Ranch shown the day a twenty-two year old girl wrapped an eight week old pup into her fluffy white sweater and carried her home.  I say girl, because at early twenty- something we have so much growing up yet to do.  Bucky would grow up with C, help her grow—learn.  As a pup, she taught responsibility and selflessness; they ask a lot of us when they are young, and when they are old. They teach patience and tolerance, always-invaluable lessons in life, but perhaps what they show teaches us most—our very best.  They love us without condition and in this love we find ourselves—the best of ourselves, because we cannot let them down.  When they look at us with those big adoring eyes, full of soul and love, and Bucky had them, we discover great temperament, true compassion, and extraordinary love in ourselves.

Bucky gave great love to my partner in Rasta’s.  She gave companionship in the times of being alone and feeling defeated.  Her smile gave assurance in times of doubt and uncertainty.  Her proud and waging tail offered approval, and happiness, and hope always.  She’d wink and give confidence, snuggle close and provide warmth.  She would stare with genuine affection that said, “I know you and you are my everything.”  

I have known many dogs, but Bucky and Cowboy were my first pit bulls, my first opportunity to understand a misunderstood breed and the mistakes humans have made with them, but more than that Buckatune found a huge place in my heart like the great companions that helped me grow up from childhood to adulthood.  She wasn’t a dog’s dog, but a true devoted companion to her caretaker and friend.  Having had Bucky share with me her smile, I can say I am grateful for having the chance to know her.  And it makes writing this that much harder, because she was a very special presence.  She’s the kind of companion writers tell stories about, the kind that win our hearts, and teach us how special it is to be human, to experience love and heartbreak.  

A few best dogs have broken my heart, I loved them so much because they taught me so much about love, then time for them to go came.

Rasta’s Rescue Ranch lost a most formidable presence, a heart of gold, a genuine character of her own design, a stubborn ‘my way’ kind of girl, an intelligent giving giant in her own right.  She winked at me just the day before, I know she understood everything I ever said to her and I know she hears me now—we love you, Bucky.  God Bless and take care.  Come back and walk with us down to the horses anytime.  We’ll always hear your bark, the tapping of your feet, always see pictures of your memory in our minds, but most of all, always have a place in our hearts that is yours.

I love you and thank you for taking care of your human being.  You’re an awesome girl!  A beautiful girl!   

Rasta’s Rescue Ranch, August 13, 2010