Tuesday, December 16, 2008

IS BRIND STILL ALIVE?!

I want to see Brindi for myself, and I want her back NOW.

All night I've been worried. I called the Herald yesterday to ask if they are ever going to print the article on Brindi one of their writers wrote weeks ago. An hour or so later they called back. It seemed they weren't printing it because their files showed Brindi was being put down today - yesterday, December 16. I said, as calmly as I could, uh, as far as I know that's not the case. But I thought, how do I know? Then I called my lawyer, interrupting an important meeting. His first response was, "If they did that, they would be sued till kingdom come." He made calls, got the city's lawyer at home. He assured him Brindi was fine. But how does he really know? 

How can I sleep? I can't. I didn't. Finally I remembered in horror: an experienced advocate told me months ago exactly how they could put Brindi down without fear of lawsuits. (And by "they", I mean the SPCA together with Animal Services, because it's no secret they work together. Go listen to Andrea Macdonald's WOOF interview)when she says how much AS relies on the SPCA to tell them all about how a seized animal behaves in custody, etc. etc.)

Here's the thing: Animal Services already declared Brindi dangerous; all the SPCA has to do is claim she attacked, or even tried to attack, one of the workers. Your honor, she went berserk and couldn’t be controlled. 

Nobody could ever prove otherwise, till kingdom come. Tell me I'm wrong, go ahead, just try to do it without mentally clutching your dog to your chest.

All the other dog owners ever wanted, three dispatch reports say, was for somebody to speak to Brindi's owner. That's all. Now, all the city has is a much-revised affidavit by the very same officer that muzzled and seized her. The city has no case. Why won't it just let me take my dog home? 

Not one more day in that awful cage. I want my dog, and I want her now!

ENOUGH WASTE OF MY PRECIOUS TIME AND MONEY - and OUR LIVES!!
BRINDI MUST COME HOME NOW. END OF STORY.

Time to visit the SPCA. Show me my dog, and get the hell out of the way.