What is the POINT of the Cork dog pound?
The hell hole near the bus station in the city centre where stray or lost dogs get dragged in with a 5-day expiry date on their heads? Where even the ones who are hauled in wearing collars with owners' phone numbers on them are put down within 5 days, without so much as a phone call being made or a "found" ad being placed in the paper?
What is the point? Like, why even bother with the 5 days if the policy is to not even try to find their owners or re-home? I mean, they're not individually fed withIN those 5 days.... they're just dumped in a concrete yard with no bedding, and one or 2 large dog bowls where it's every mutt for himself... they're all so skinny... no one can tell if any or all of them get to eat, no one there cares. They're just left to run around and hump each other and contract whatever viruses one of them might have, and never have any hope of being re-homed or rescued. There's no attention paid, no effort made, no humanity whatsoever. There are no adviertisement drives for potential familes to explore adoption (as opposed to breeders). I know for a fact that 50% of my friends couldn't even tell you where this pound is located. So how are people meant to know that you can go there and rescue a dog?
The only "policy" the pound has is "we do not work with animal welfare groups". Oh yes, and the 5-day expiry date. And the €70.00 fee for any dog adopted out. Tell me, WHAT is that 70 going to? It's not a welfare organization.... there are no volunteers working there, it's state-funded.... WHAT is it going to? They're not immunizing dogs, they're not neutering dogs (rather they are literally BREEDING strays the way they're all just chucked in the same room together, spayed or un-spayed). Where is that money going to?
The girl who runs the group we volunteer for was banned from the pound. She tried to rescue too many dogs, and tried to criticize their practices. They knew she wasnt adopting out dogs for herself, but rather liberating them and passing them along to Animal Welfare groups around the region who have "no kill" policies.
Now the old manager of the pound has died, & staff has changed. So no one in there recognizes Jacqui anymore. She paid them a visit the other day, posing as a potential adopter. She shouldn't have, because there were more than 20 dogs in there all which have no hope of ever seeing a home or a family again or even so much as the light of day. The idiot warden even showed her the FREEZER. I shall refrain from expanding.... There were some special little guys in there. A little terrier boy, a gorgeous cocker who's clean and trimmed and pure-bred, OBVIOUSLY someone's pet.... and a jet black Cairn Terrier who would steal anyone's heart in a scruffy homeless way.
Anyway, last night we boarded the cutest tiny-est little terrier boy for the night here at Chéz J&J. He has the most beautiful disposition in the world, and he literally watches t.v. He doesnt just stare blindly at it, he follows what's going on and you can see his eyes following the characters on the screen. He's amazing and soooooo cute. Tonight we're putting him on a train to Drogheda (up in the north of the country) where the Drogheda Animal Welfare group will try and re-home him. Bless them for agreeing to take him, but they can't take all 20. The small group that we are here, we can't keep going in to the pound and liberating dogs under the pretense of adoption. They'll cotton on at some stage, I mean already Jacqui will have to wait a good while before she goes in again, or they'll wonder what she needs to adopt so many dogs for. Even if all of us did it on a rotational basis, like one a week, what about the other 15 or 20 left behind?
It's the most depressing vicious circle ever.
Please, universe, let the people know that if they ever find a stray dog wandering the streets, FIND AN ANIMAL WELFARE GROUP, NOT A POUND. DEMAND to know whether the organization has a "no kill" policy before handing the animal over.
The hell hole near the bus station in the city centre where stray or lost dogs get dragged in with a 5-day expiry date on their heads? Where even the ones who are hauled in wearing collars with owners' phone numbers on them are put down within 5 days, without so much as a phone call being made or a "found" ad being placed in the paper?
What is the point? Like, why even bother with the 5 days if the policy is to not even try to find their owners or re-home? I mean, they're not individually fed withIN those 5 days.... they're just dumped in a concrete yard with no bedding, and one or 2 large dog bowls where it's every mutt for himself... they're all so skinny... no one can tell if any or all of them get to eat, no one there cares. They're just left to run around and hump each other and contract whatever viruses one of them might have, and never have any hope of being re-homed or rescued. There's no attention paid, no effort made, no humanity whatsoever. There are no adviertisement drives for potential familes to explore adoption (as opposed to breeders). I know for a fact that 50% of my friends couldn't even tell you where this pound is located. So how are people meant to know that you can go there and rescue a dog?
The only "policy" the pound has is "we do not work with animal welfare groups". Oh yes, and the 5-day expiry date. And the €70.00 fee for any dog adopted out. Tell me, WHAT is that 70 going to? It's not a welfare organization.... there are no volunteers working there, it's state-funded.... WHAT is it going to? They're not immunizing dogs, they're not neutering dogs (rather they are literally BREEDING strays the way they're all just chucked in the same room together, spayed or un-spayed). Where is that money going to?
The girl who runs the group we volunteer for was banned from the pound. She tried to rescue too many dogs, and tried to criticize their practices. They knew she wasnt adopting out dogs for herself, but rather liberating them and passing them along to Animal Welfare groups around the region who have "no kill" policies.
Now the old manager of the pound has died, & staff has changed. So no one in there recognizes Jacqui anymore. She paid them a visit the other day, posing as a potential adopter. She shouldn't have, because there were more than 20 dogs in there all which have no hope of ever seeing a home or a family again or even so much as the light of day. The idiot warden even showed her the FREEZER. I shall refrain from expanding.... There were some special little guys in there. A little terrier boy, a gorgeous cocker who's clean and trimmed and pure-bred, OBVIOUSLY someone's pet.... and a jet black Cairn Terrier who would steal anyone's heart in a scruffy homeless way.
Anyway, last night we boarded the cutest tiny-est little terrier boy for the night here at Chéz J&J. He has the most beautiful disposition in the world, and he literally watches t.v. He doesnt just stare blindly at it, he follows what's going on and you can see his eyes following the characters on the screen. He's amazing and soooooo cute. Tonight we're putting him on a train to Drogheda (up in the north of the country) where the Drogheda Animal Welfare group will try and re-home him. Bless them for agreeing to take him, but they can't take all 20. The small group that we are here, we can't keep going in to the pound and liberating dogs under the pretense of adoption. They'll cotton on at some stage, I mean already Jacqui will have to wait a good while before she goes in again, or they'll wonder what she needs to adopt so many dogs for. Even if all of us did it on a rotational basis, like one a week, what about the other 15 or 20 left behind?
It's the most depressing vicious circle ever.
Please, universe, let the people know that if they ever find a stray dog wandering the streets, FIND AN ANIMAL WELFARE GROUP, NOT A POUND. DEMAND to know whether the organization has a "no kill" policy before handing the animal over.
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