Showing posts with label socializing animals. Show all posts
Showing posts with label socializing animals. Show all posts

Wednesday, January 12, 2011

Rescue Them Ponies!

Recently, I started volunteering at a horse rescue operation. I know why I volunteer there, but a question has been bugging me, especially since this rescue is currently looking for a grant writer to raise funds.* Why in the world, with such a lousy economy, and many human problems which need addressing, would anyone want to give funds to a horse rescue? Why should anyone even care what happens to horses, which many people see as a luxury item?
These horses have not simply been abandoned. They have been starved and beaten. One horse at the rescue has had his tongue cut almost in half by what I can only guess was cruel restraint. Several of the horses there were seized by the county from a well-meaning and respected horse breeder who simply didn’t ask for financial help with her horses, or simply was too blinded by her own problems or pride to see that she was harming her beloved horses. There is one horse that ended up in the unfortunate situation of lax ownership: he was a local champion racehorse, and ended up in the stock yards for slaughter. A watchful person recognized him before it was too late. You know what’s weird though? All of these horses seem to be willing to give new humans another chance, after all that they have endured. Some are beginning to trust again.
So, why not just euthanize these guys and put them out of their misery? Because their new human companions want to give them a measure of comfort in exchange for the torture they have endured. Because as horse lovers, we can’t turn away. Because as humans we feel moved to provide comfort where there is pain and fear, and animal suffering is a hot button issue for many people. Because as a civilized society, we take care of those who don’t have a voice.
Those are the emotional issues, but what are the practical issues? If this rescue gets a grant to manage its manure collection and disposal system, the local environment benefits, and the earth benefits by having properly composted materials returned to gardens. If they get a grant for a new barn, there will be a beautiful, safe new place to store hay, tack, and house more horses, not to mention the great aesthetic improvement to the property and the neighborhood in which the rescue sits (the current storage situation is unattractive but affordable).
Rescued horses have another chance. Some will never be ridden again, but that’s not the case with most of the horses. Some will lead productive lives as mounts, companions, show horses, and as any horse owner can tell you, a life-long pal who just happens to be a great “therapist”. Horses can be used to rescue people, as well. In many cases, people have been helped by simply working with horses. You can’t be violent with horses and achieve good results. The only way to achieve great results with a horse is to treat him with the same behaviors which make for a good human life: healthy boundaries, firm but kind expression of your wishes, and working together. The only real difference is that the person needs to be the leader in the relationship with the horse, but a kind, decisive leader, sort of like a parent.
Luxury items or not, the good I get from the horses outweighs the good they get from me, I’m sure! (Although I hope they like the clean, poo-free paddocks I leave behind when I go home).
*Are you a grant writer? Contact me.

Sunday, November 7, 2010

Gir

We've had Gir for almost 4 weeks now. Poor thing has yet to emerge under her own power from the downstairs bathroom. It's usually dark in there, so she may actually change into a bat, eventually.

We adopted her from PAWS, which has some great cats up for adoption if you're looking. She is our 3rd PAWS animal, and we couldn't be happier with them and how they handle adoptions. (Our dog Ink Spot and our cat Rex are both from PAWS).

Her PAWS name was Ophelia, which we all really liked, but daughter wanted dibs on naming this cat, so she is now known as Gir. Which with all the growling this cat does, is a really appropriate name.

So far, she has caused husband a trip to the emergency room (bite) and in the middle of the night this weekend, she gave him a good gash when he tried to move her. Things aren't going well for the two of them.

Gir seems to love people, be indifferent about other cats, but the worst thing is she seems to HATE dogs. She is terrified of our dog, and interactions with the dog are what caused husband's wounds. Ink barked at her on her first day home with us, and that caused her to go into hiding. In the bathroom.  I hope eventually she will overcome this fear. The vet said it could take awhile.