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  • My Girl

    Revised Workshop Piece

    By Elle Noecker

    Growing up and moving on at the same time…

    Ellie

    They say your life flashes before your eyes the moment you knock upon death’s door. How beautiful it is to think that you get to relive your entire existence right before it comes to an end? I imagine my body shutting down for good while my mind thinks it all just begun. Machines beeping to the rhythm of my ever slowing heart rate in a hospital room perfumed with sterilizers and sadness.  

    But my mind will be elsewhere and I’ll believe it’s telling me the truth. We will be reunited. Lying below the Christmas tree while laughter rings like jingle bells and the only beeping I’ll hear is from the oven signaling warm cookies are ready to be eaten by the fire with a glass of milk and my soul girl at my side.  

    God, I pray she sees the same.  

    Tigerlilly

    Gentle hands reach down and enclose my tiny body. The hands are warm and soft. I too, am quite soft, covered in feather like fur– but this moment is my first time experiencing warmth.  

    Every day of my life so far has been the same. A cycle of struggling against my much larger siblings for food, feeling the briskly conditioned air bite at my ears and nose, and then curling up against metal bars as I fall asleep, tiny belly empty.  

    But now, my body is enclosed by human palms and I am suspended in the air. Though the tile floor lays seemingly miles below me and I should be fearful of falling, I have never felt safer. My wide eyes fall shut and my body begins to vibrate just enough for the safe hands to notice. Light fingers stroke my head. For a moment, I forget about hungry nights and metal cages. For a moment, I think I know peace. We start to move as the large human carries me away. I never look back.

    baby Wissy before adoption!

    Please take me home.

    Ellie

    Reality is an ugly thing. Its walls close in around me until my lungs are compressed so hard that I am unable to produce sound and my sobs fall silent. I just had to hang up the phone on mom. My final goodbye being through a cellphone screen was never how this was supposed to go. I was supposed to be there at her side. And it wouldn’t be any time soon, it would be years from now when I’d have graduated college and her fur would be the color of the snow that covered the ground the day we met.

    But mom and dad just dropped me off last week and her coat is still vibrant. I know I had to leave but it’s too soon for her to do the same.  

    My chest aches and my eyes are flooded. I whisper into the air the only words that make any sort of sense right now:

    “I love you, I love you, I love you.”  

    Tigerlilly

    I hear the phrase repeated three times as a new set of hands reaches down to lift me. I’ve been in a box for a little while now, it’s dark. But I have been curled up on a warm blanket drifting in and out of sleep. I don’t know where I am. But I know this isn’t the shelter. Wherever I am, it no longer smells of ammonia, litter, and the kibble I never got to eat. Instead the air is permeated in pine, peppermint, and particularly enticing paper. And as this small human picks me up, I recognize the scent of the blanket on her hands. I put the pieces together. The blanket in my box belongs to this child, a young girl in pink pajamas who I estimate to be five years of age. Human years are unfamiliar to me, but I know this child. I am not sure how, I have never seen her before. But her tender embrace assures me that we are family. I jolt as the girl clutches me so tight to her chest that I am no longer comfortable in her narrow boney arms. But I don’t mind. When she finally sets me down on the carpet I eagerly explore my new home.  

    I have food with no competition for the first time ever, a clean litter box, piles of toys but I’d rather play with the shredded paper scattered all over the living room floor. In the corner rests a plush pink bed.  

    After the first day of the rest of my life comes to a close, the little girl called Ellie and I fall asleep in the living room under the massive pine tree. I press my small body against hers as my soft purrs coax us into deep dreams, though both of ours just came true. There is a feeling in my heart that fills my skinny abdomen. It is warm and calm. I haven’t been to many places, but this feeling tells me there is nowhere I would rather be.  

    Ellie  

    I never claimed to be a good actor. I don’t hide my emotions well. But I can’t have anyone read my face because I know they’ll ask what’s wrong, and I’ll be left with two options: cry or lie. And when I choose the latter, I’ll still end up bawling and the person who checked on me will feel obligated to try to comfort me, and though I’ll appreciate their good intentions, I know we will both be wishing they never asked in the first place. It’ll be an awkward mess. And the other part is– they’ll never get it. No one will understand the profound loss I have just been faced with. The way a piece of me has just been ripped from my heart by the violent claws of death. I’ll bleed out until I’m empty and then some. Nothing can repair this wound. Not a “so sorry” or a “here for you.” Not a phone call or distraction. And definitely not a hug from my new roommate I barely know.  

    Hot tears slide down my cheeks and dramatically splat onto the paper below me. It’s the second week of class and supposed to be the start of the best years of my life. And those best years are nowhere in sight at the moment. And they won’t be ever. Because how can I live my best years without her? Who even am I without her?  

    Tigerlilly

    I have learned that Christmas comes once every year. I am a Christmas kitty. Ellie calls me a “Christmas miracle.” I was too young to remember exactly how I got home, but according to Ellie I was brought down the chimney by a large man in a red suit named Santa. Though I can’t recall this day, I know that Santa is my hero because he brought me to my family. Christmas is my favorite time of year. But I have also come to love birthdays. Birthdays come more often, five times a year to be exact– one for each member of my family. Birthdays are second best to Christmas because they also involve wrapping paper. And I love wrapping paper. When I was a kitten, my favorite game was when Ellie would crumple up a small piece like a ball and throw it for me to chase down the hallway. My paws would slide on the shiny floors as I would bat the paper ball around and show it who’s boss. But now, I just like to lay on it. I’d choose wrapping paper over my bed any day.  

    Ellie

    My English homework for the day is to write a poem using nature as symbolism. A particular flower comes to mind. She comes to mind. It’s two weeks now and I still can’t focus on any task at hand. How do people do this? How do people let go?  

    (tiger lilys near my house)

    Everyone tells me she’s in a better place and I know. I know. I know. But it’s not enough to ease the ache. I write my poem and send it to mom. It makes her cry. If anyone understands, it’s her. She copes by keeping it in. Being strong for me. But I know she needs her too. And I’m not home. So the house is twice as empty.  

    Mom and her best friend

    Tigerlilly

    Ellie tries to get me to play. She waves a small mouse toy by the tail, swaying it in front of my eyes like a clock. When I don’t budge, she finds a piece of ribbon on the floor from her birthday last week and slowly drags it across my paw as if I’ll decide to swipe at it. But why would I move my body when I can just stay here on the old red couch? I spent what energy I had left today making my way up the steps Mom put out for me when I stopped being able to jump up on my own. She tries countless methods but I won’t give in. Not even the scent of catnip Ellie waves in front of my nose is enough to get me off the cushion. Or the leftover wrapping paper ball that she tosses up and down.  

    When I still won’t stir, she looks disappointed but unsurprised. With a sigh, she climbs up beside me on the couch and we both start to doze off from the vibrations of my relentless purr. She just turned fifteen. And though I don’t really know what that means, I do know her hands that gently stroke my head are much bigger now than they were when she first picked me up all that time ago.  

    This is my idea of a good time. No catnip could ever beat a cat-nap on the couch with my girl. I curl up on the wrapping paper she left out just for me.  

    I think sometimes Ellie worries about me because I just don’t like to move. But I don’t want her to worry. I have food, paper to lay on, and a family that loves me. I couldn’t be happier.  

    Ellie  

    I’m in bed, wide awake at hours I don’t even want to know, tossing and turning until I decide sleep isn’t in the picture and I flip my lamp light on. My custom pillow with her photo on it resting beneath my head is still damp from the tears I shed over the past two hours. I sit up and position myself to lean against it. She still finds a way to be my support system, even in pillow form. The thought almost makes me smile.

    I grab my phone off my bedside table. When I can’t escape my own head, music can take me away. Popping in my earbuds, I open Spotify and shuffle my “Calm” playlist to try and ease the queasy feeling in my gut that hasn’t left since she did. But when the first song to start playing is “chemtrails” by Lizzy McAlpine I knew I had made a grave mistake. My calming playlist is coincidently composed of mostly sad songs. Anything with a slow melody and acoustic production. And of the course the first song to make its way to my ears is a story about the loss of a family member and the struggle to continue on the path of life without them. I’ve read in the past that Mcalpine wrote the song about her dad passing away. The person in her life who taught her to ride a bike, read her bedtime stories and held her close when she cried.  

    And here I am, choking on my own sobs over a cat.  

    Tigerlilly

    Ellie just graduated high school. I can tell because she prances through the front door in a beautiful white dress, a red rose in her hand. The house is decorated with photos of her and I watch through the window as people start filing in the backyard for a large celebratory dinner on the patio. Apparently there’s a cake, because mom came inside to find me with frosting on her finger tip. I perk up from my nap to lick her hand clean. Giggling at the sensation of my scratchy tongue (it gets them everytime) she says something softly about how bigger kitties like me really shouldn’t be eating cake frosting, but “life is short.” And I’m starting to think she might be right.  

    Later that evening, mom starts bringing inside leftover food and decorations as people start to leave our house. She carries in a large cardboard poster and leans it against the living room wall. Despite the ache in my joints that creak when I walk, my curiosity takes over as I manage to stand up and cross the room to get a closer examination. I find that the piece of cardboard is completely covered in photos of Ellie throughout her life. A photo of her as a baby from a time when I wasn’t around yet. A recent photo of her with her friends in fancy flowing dresses. An older photo where she smiles ear to ear, holding a fistful of swimming medals she won. Eventually, my eyes land on a particular photo that takes me back to a time where my memory is almost as fuzzy as the little runt in the picture. A miniature version of Ellie stands in front of a Christmas tree in her pink pajamas, cradling a miniature version of me. I start to smell the pine, peppermint, and that particularly enticing paper. My vague but fond memories begin to form in my mind like a dream. Pressing my large body against the cardboard to be as close to these moments in time as possible, I curl up and drift off.  

    ~~~

    Through my years, I have learned the signs when my family is about to leave for a trip. They always come back, but I can tell this trip is going to be longer than usual. I know this because packing usually takes about a day. But throughout the past three weeks, bins have continued to pile up containing only things that belong to Ellie. I’m not sure what it implies, but I can feel her excited energy radiating every time she talks to mom about her new roommates and classes and future. But I know she gets sad too. Because every time she comes to find me on the couch, she holds me a little tighter than the time before. In the past I might have growled expressing my discomfort. But I can tell she needs me close, and I don’t resist because I need her just the same.  

    Ellie  

    I’m not one for dramatic Instagram posts. I’m never looking for any sort of attention or pity. That’s the last thing I want right now. But I need people to know. My childhood friends. My extended family. My former classmates. The first thing all of them ever knew about me was that I have an overweight cat nicknamed “Wiss” who is my entire world and the center of my existence. Wiss is an icon to anyone who knows me and it would be disrespectful not to give her the memorial she deserves. I’ve spent the past two hours in bed curled up underneath my custom blanket with photos of her (yes, I have a blanket and a pillow) scrolling through hundreds of photos of my girl. I make a collection of the ones that best capture her personality. Judgmental. Funny. Loving. Goofy. Smart. Not-so-smart. And everything in between that made her who she was. I manage to narrow it down to twenty (the max amount possible by Instagram) and upload them with a caption:  

    “My Wissy,

    The day you arrived as a tiny, wide eyed, Christmas miracle the idea of losing you absolutely terrified me, and I never imagined that day would come so soon. To the funniest, most family loving, big in heart and size, best kitty in the whole world— thank you for being my best friend, my comfort, my rock. Thank you for making us laugh every day and being the center of our family. The biggest blessing of my childhood. Anyone who’s met you knows how special you truly are. And though our house will never be the same without you, I feel so relieved knowing that you are at peace and comfort. I love and miss you forever and ever, Chunk. You are an absolute legend.

    Tigerlilly “Wiss”:10/4/11-8/19/24 🕊️🌈💕”

    Tigerlilly

    I haven’t been feeling well and mom notices. I know it hurts her that I haven’t been eating. I know her heart sinks every time I refuse the water she holds in a bowl under my white chin.  

    I sense that Ellie leaves tomorrow. She spends most of her day by my side. I haven’t gotten up since last night and as evening nears I can tell she senses I’m not well. But my girl has always been an optimist. Mom says she’ll take me to the vet as soon as she’s back from moving Ellie into college. Whether it’s frosting I shouldn’t have or a vet visit, mom always knows as well as I do, exactly what I need.  

    It’s morning now but still so early that only dim moonlight shows through the curtains. Ellie hauls a final suitcase down the stairs, tosses it to the side and lays down on the floor in front of me. Keeping my head down, I slowly open my eyes as water wells in hers.  

    Wrapping her arms around my body she leans in close and says “don’t worry. I’ll see you in three months when I come to visit.” For the first time in my life, I’m glad I can’t speak because I don’t have the courage to tell her that won’t be true. It’s her time to grow up and move on, so I know it shall be mine.

    Kissing my velvet forehead one last time, she whispers the words “I love you, I love you, I love you.”  

    Ellie (2 years later)

    The first time I came home from college to visit for Thanksgiving was a little jarring. As I hauled my luggage up to the front steps, I noticed a new doormat that certainly was not there when I left three months ago. My feet stepped over the words “must love dogs” and I let out a laugh, joking with my mom that our family pulled a full one-eighty from the old welcome sign that read “Be careful: My cat is judging you.”

    For the past twelve years of my life, my instinct when I walked through the front door was to beeline for Wiss, who would be lying next to the graduation party photo collage with paws placed on the pictures. But this time, I am greeted by a clumsy little red merle Australian Shepherd puppy who joined the family in October, about one month after we said “goodbye” to Wiss. I had a feeling mom wouldn’t last very long without a furry companion.  

    I squat down to meet the new member of the family who licks my cheek with a tongue that certainly belongs to a dog. My family named him “Red,” and my love for him was immediately undeniable. But it didn’t compensate for the emptiness in my heart.

    ~~

    That first Christmas with Red was harder to grapple with than I’d like to admit. It wasn’t the puppy himself, but the lack of my girl. Wiss had defined Christmas for me since I was five-years old. She was the reason I believed in miracles.  

    I watched the chaotic morning unfold in our living room while a wild Red shredded apart pieces of wrapping paper (“Baby shark” quickly became his nickname) while mom struggled to hold on to his leash. Humorous as it was, there were a few moments where I had to look away to fight the stinging in my throat and tears in my eyes. Memories flooded into my mind from over a decade of calm Christmases with a cat who saw wrapping paper as the perfect surface for a nap, purring under the tree. This just wasn’t the same.  

    ~~~

    I have now finished my second year of college and sit in my childhood bedroom where my custom Wiss pillow watches from my bed as I write her story. Her wide-eyes that never lost their kitten-like youth remind me that she never really left. Her ashes sit in a container on the shelf in the living room, next to her painted portrait.

      I don’t think I will ever know what to do without her. But I do know that I experienced a type of love that is immeasurable and irreplaceable. And though I can’t speak for her, I think my girl would agree.

    ❤

    The Wiss Gallery:

    (After two years, I finally got my tattoo in honor of “Wiss.” The flower is a tiger lily, of course :). Now she’s literally by my side forever!)

  • Protect Their Paws: An Exploration of Ethics in Dog Breeding 

    Happy Adopt a Shelter Dog Month! My senior year of high school for a final Capstone project I had the amazing opportunity of deep diving into the ethics (or non-ethics) of dog breeding, a topic I am highly passionate about (if you know me, you know). One of the products of that exploration was this research essay that I thought would be perfect to share for October which is National Adopt a Shelter Dog Month. I hope this paper allows you to take away something new!

    Attached below the essay is a Slides presentation that provides further information and photographs on the topic.

    Elle Noecker, November 20, 2023

    Double merle/deaf Australian Shepard puppy I had the privilege of fostering in 2020

    “Aww,” “It’s so cute,” “Can I pet him?” Attention pours at you as you go on your first walk around the block with your new, adorable, three-thousand dollar, purebred golden retriever puppy you just purchased from that top of the line breeder your neighbor recommended after they bought their stunning Australian Shepherd (Aussie) last year. The experience of owning a new puppy is unlike any other. You love your new companion, and your pup reciprocates his love for you with a sloppy lick across your face. On the surface, life is good for everyone as far as you are aware. In this moment, what goes unnoticed is the golden retriever puppy just like yours who is stuck behind bars in a shelter, watching the clock tick as his scheduled day of euthanization approaches, hanging on to the hope of being adopted before then. Or how the brother of your neighbor’s fabulous Aussie lives a life in darkness as a result of the hearing and visual impairments he was born with at a puppy mill. The pugs and the bulldogs of the world struggle to breathe because of their squished noses. Cries of devastation echo down the halls of the local animal shelter as space to house the homeless pups becomes increasingly scarce and overpopulation in shelters exponentially grows. All the while, the breeder you just supported by buying a dog cackles in delight at the money he is making off of the puppies born from neglected and abused mother dogs who never see the light of day. With all that being said, there is no shame in adoring your new golden retriever unconditionally. After all, he is your new best friend. The real shame comes from the continuation of dog breeding, as the practice is undoubtedly immoral and unnatural. Dog breeding for profit is responsible for genetic alterations in breeds and encourages overpopulation in shelters, making the practice selfish and unethical.  

    When looking to welcome home a new family pet, many families are unaware of the options available outside of puppy mills, also known as “puppy farms”(Bateson 29), and breeders, or they simply do not understand the cruelty of the business they are supporting. The term “puppy mill” might be entirely foreign to the common puppy lover with good intentions. Puppy mills alone exemplify the cruelties of animal breeding, as they are essentially dog factories where dogs are “ forced to breed their whole lives until they are physically incapable”(Katz) while puppies are produced at unnatural rates and sold for high profits. The five hundred thousand female dogs who are imprisoned in puppy mills today (“Stopping”) are kept by the business owners solely to reproduce, and are either pregnant or nursing at all times (Katz). Both the puppies and mother dogs in puppy mills experience lack of socialization with humans and dogs outside their litter as well as poor hygiene and healthcare that leads to disease and illness (Bateson 29).  Additionally, many people are unaware that they are supporting a puppy mill when they buy dogs from pet stores. If the pet store is not associated with any apparent animal rescue, that implies that the dogs were purchased from a puppy mill and traveled in inhumane conditions to arrive at the pet store and be sold to the public (“Stopping”). Many will accept that puppy mills are unethical, but claim that responsible breeders do exist. Although there are breeders out there who prioritize the well-being of their animals and finding them good homes (Katz), statistics representing the population of shelter animals prove that breeding as a whole is unnecessary when mass amounts of animals are packed in shelters (“Pet”).Whether the breeder is responsible or not, as the buying and selling of puppies continues, more animals become homeless in shelters and desperate for adoption, which makes it unquestionable whether or not the practice of breeding as a whole is ethical—it is not. 

    While thousands of unsuspecting families make their way over to a local breeder to buy their dream pure-bred pup, the exact type of dog they are looking for loses its life in a shelter to clear space for incoming dogs. Dogs upon dogs pile into shelters each year causing rapidly decreasing space to house animals in shelters. While this occurs, more dog breeding businesses are supported, allowing the calamity of shelter overpopulation to increase. Three hundred-ninety-thousand dogs are euthanized per year (“Pet”) as shelters cannot keep up with the mass amounts of neglected and abandoned canines pouring in at constant rates. The main cause of this shelter overpopulation crisis is the breeding business. Breeding dogs encourages more people to purchase pets rather than adopt and simply puts more homeless puppies into the world; while 3.1 million dogs enter shelters in the United States (U.S.) per year (“Pet”). Many will argue that the reason they do not visit a rescue before buying from a breeder is due to the fact that the breeder possesses the pedigree dog they desire. What many are unaware of, is that animal abandonment occurs for countless reasons and can happen with any breed; therefore, any breed that can be bought from the cruel hands of a puppy mill can also be found waiting behind bars in an animal shelter. The ethical and more logical choice when debating going to a breeder or not is taking a trip to the shelter with a high likelihood that the desired dog breed will be present all the while avoiding dog breeders.

    Oftentimes puppy mills or breeders who claim to be “responsible” will lure in customers by promoting a promise of health and physical welfare of their animals even if that is untrue, or the health of the animal was never checked in the first place. Countless popular dog breeds both mixed and pedigree (purebred) suffer from health effects that are the cause of breeding. There are more than eighty disorders in dogs that stem from aiming for certain breed standards, all of which can have detrimental effects on a dog’s welfare and health (Farrell). Two of these harmful genetic disruptions include Brachycephalic airway syndrome and being born as a homozygous merle, also known as “double merle.” In her article, “Brachycephalic Airway Syndrome in Dogs,” Veronica Higgs describes this syndrome as “a specific combination of abnormalities affecting a dog’s airway and breathing, resulting from selectively breeding for this appearance” (Higgs). Breeding dogs puts certain breeds at a high risk of being born with these abnormalities such as,  “[t]heir unique smooshed face [as] a result of shortened skull, facial, and nasal bones. This structural shortening of the face also results in anatomical changes to their throat and airways, creating brachycephalic airway syndrome” (Higgs). Brachycephalic dogs not only suffer from breathing abnormalities, but have also been reported by multiple studies to have more trouble giving birth than most breeds as well as shorter life spans than other breeds of the same size (Bateson 32). An additional common genetic disruption that many dog breeds face is known as “double merle” which usually results in deafness and vision impairments (“What”). Double merle dogs are born through the mating of two dogs carrying a merle gene. When mating occurs with one dog carrying a merle gene and the other dog not carrying the merle gene, the puppies have no chance of being double merle. However, oftentimes breeders who are either uneducated on the causes of merle to merle breeding or are simply careless, will breed two merle dogs to achieve a certain coat pattern, leaving the puppies with a twenty-five percent chance of being born double merle and living life as deaf, blind, or both (“What”). The causes of the hearing and vision impairments in double merle dogs comes from the lack of pigmentation in the skin and fur caused by this particular genotype (“What”). Double merle dogs can be recognized through their snow white fur and often cloudy, sky blue eyes and are highly common in Australian Shepards (“What”). Double merle and brachycephalic airway syndrome are only two of innumerable interruptions in a dog’s health and genetic makeup from breeding that cause them harm. Pedigree breeding, or breeding for purebred dogs, is extremely common and more harmful than many people are aware of. Breeders will advertise their purebred dogs to have perfect health and wellness, while they will fail to share that pedigree dogs are often created through inbreeding.  Due to the irresponsibility of inbreeding which is the mating of dogs closely related to one another genetically, pedigree dogs are “twice as likely to suffer from cancer than non pedigree dogs,” according to a recent telephone survey conducted in Italy (Bateson 31). All of these factors contribute to the very clear answer of whether or not dog breeding is an ethical practice. Animal suffering is an almost inescapable consequence of breeding dogs.

    Breeding animals, particularly dogs, is undoubtedly problematic in terms of health and welfare problems and the crisis it causes in shelters. These health problems and overpopulation of homeless dogs generate from the selfish desires of humans. Altogether, these factors make dog breeding a selfish practice, as humans are driven by their own curiosity to mate dogs even if it is unnatural or problematic. Doing so has numerous negative impacts. For instance, Brachycephalic airway syndrome is created when dogs are bred “for a cosmetic appearance of short snouts with flat faces. Their anatomically shortened heads lead to structural changes to their throats and airways, which can cause trouble breathing and make these dogs prone to overheating” (Higgs). Dogs should not have to endure burdens that cause them harm such as brachycephalic syndrome simply because it enhances the cosmetic appearance of the animal. Researcher Elizabeth (Liz) Paul at The University of Bristol Veterinary school examined a phenomenon known as the “cute effect,” which was given the official term “kindchenschema” in her research write-up titled “Are Brachycephalic Dogs Really Cute?” “The cute effect” refers to how the characteristics of infant humans cause observers to feel “affectionate, protective, nurturant, and [exhibit] non-threatening [behavior]” (Paul “Are Brachycephalic Dogs” 2) over the one being observed. Dog breeds such as pugs and bulldogs are created to have lasting appearances of youth including large eyes and foreheads which are attractive traits in something that might be described as “cute” (Paul “The brachycephalic”1 ). This effect is a driving force behind mating dogs breeds that would not naturally mate just to create a dog with a flat, round face that evokes the same emotions as a human baby would. The “cute effect” is therefore the cause of reduced welfare for dog breeds prone to brachycephalic airway syndrome and other health concerns because they are profitable and adorable to look at. Lecturer in Wildlife and Conservation at the University of Bristol, Nicola Rooney raises the question if breeding of the English Bulldog should be banned due to the breed suffering difficulties breathing, walking, mating, and giving birth. Similar discussion is continuously conducted for other breeds whose lives are also highly compromised due to breeding (Rooney 8). These dogs are born with unnecessary struggles due to the mere curiosity of humans experimenting to create the ‘cutest’ dog possible, despite the fact that the birth impediments can be fatal or make life less enjoyable for the pup. Double merle dogs also often experience reduced quality of life due to dog breeding. Ignorant or negligent breeders often breed together two dogs with a merle gene simply to create puppies with a beautiful coat that will greedily flood their bank account with sales. Of course, puppies who are at high risk of being born with vision impairments, deafness, or both, are just as capable of being as happy as any other dog; however, due to the selfish desires of humans, they will never know the world as a typical dog should. The reason that so many double merles are born is simply because the merle coat pattern is unusual and unique, therefore making it a popular seller amongst breeders (Jackson). In Sophie Jackson’s article “The Double Merle Dog and The Dangers of Merle-to-Merle Breeding” she states, “[t]he merle coat pattern is popular because it is unusual and very unique, with each merle dog having a different coat pattern” (Jackson). Dog shoppers are fascinated by the uniqueness of the dog’s coat and the consideration of the animal’s welfare goes out the window. A high population of dogs bred for the merle gene is for dog shows, which exploit dogs for their appearances and encourage unethical breeding. According to Jackson, “[t]he breeding and possible destruction of disabled pups has led to heavy criticism of merle-to-merle matings[…][S]uch breeding brings the ethics of all dog breeders into question and casts a pall over the show dog world” (Jackson). She elaborates on how “dog breeders are the worst offenders for producing double merles because they are striving for the perfect merle coat pattern” (Jackson). The selfish drive to have a ‘cool looking’ dog is ultimately the result of so many dogs being born deaf and blind; therefore, representing the immoral motives behind breeding dogs. The idea of so many dogs being born deaf and blind in itself is heartbreaking enough, but what almost always happens to these pups is even worse. Double merles may seem incredibly uncommon, but the true reasoning behind the lack of public awareness about double merles is that puppy mill owners will often kill their double merle born dogs before they are even given a chance at finding a home (“Double”). Dogs with disabilities are viewed as unprofitable to puppy mills, as they do not sell as often as the dogs who can see and hear; therefore, they are euthanized or thrown away before potential adopters even know they exist. Supporting puppy mills supports the likelihood of dogs being born disabled which ultimately supports the killing of innocent puppies, making these dog factories and the act of purchasing from them unquestionably unethical. It is beyond evident that dog breeding thrives because of the looks humans are able to create in canines, which is detrimental to the animals’ welfare. 

    Many people do believe that ethical breeding exists, arguing that there are breeders out there who put the dog’s best interest first. The debate on whether dog breeding is moral contains strong perspectives on both sides as certain people who breed dogs for profit do so with the health of the animal in mind above all else. In a journal titled “The Pedigree Dog Breeding Debate in Ethics and Practice: Beyond Welfare Arguments,” a group of researchers stated “(un)acceptability of Pedigree dog breeding should not stop with welfarist or animal rights views, but calls for a broader reflection on the good life” (Bovenkerk). These beliefs suggest that interfering with nature to breed dogs is not a negative practice if the intention centers around quality of life for the dog. Some also claim that dogs should be intentionally bred for certain qualities to perform a job or fulfill a role. For instance, Labradors are commonly bred by service dog schools, using genetic techniques to create the most desired and promising characteristics for service dogs. However, a statistic of only thirty to forty percent of these dogs graduate from their service training  (Teague). Although breeds such as Labradors have proven themselves to work great as service dogs, mixed breeds are starting to get the recognition they deserve and are showing that they too, make excellent service animals. Dog training organizations such as Putnam service dogs are actively training rescued dogs to be service animals. With the goal of emptying shelters of homeless animals, Putnam service dogs trains mixed breed rescue dogs “who exhibit the necessary traits; the right head and heart” (Teague). If the dog does not prove to be an ideal service dog, they will be adopted out by the staff. Putnam Service Dogs represents an impeccable defense against those who claim that breeding dogs for certain traits beyond appearance is ethical. Dogs with all qualities can be found behind bars in shelters, and there is no need to bring extra Labradors into the world—especially when less than half of them graduate training regardless. Even if the breeder has nothing but good intentions for the dog’s life and the goal is to create a happy and healthy pup that will become a service dog for someone who is blind or deaf, the priority should always be to clear the shelters before breeding new pups. There are infinite loopholes to the common argument that ethical breeding does exist. It can be proven time and time again by organizations such as Putnam service dogs that the act of breeding dogs is not necessary in any circumstance until shelters are cleared, making the practice entirely unethical.

    Breeding for profit as a practice goes against all moral ideals and negatively impacts animals in countless ways simply because people desire certain appearances in their pets. 

    To quote professor of Ethology at The University of Cambridge, Patrick Bateson: 

    To the outsider, it seems incomprehensible that anyone should admire, let alone acquire an animal that has difficulty in breathing or walking. Yet people are passionate about owning and breeding animals which they know and love, even though the animals manifestly exhibit serious health and welfare problems.” (Bateson) 

    This statement directly reflects the issues that align with dog breeding, as the practice manifests issues to animal welfare merely to appease pet owners. All of these issues dogs face are totally preventable by avoiding unethical, intentional dog breeding. Many people who claim to love dogs support businesses that ultimately and straightforwardly harm the animals that they sell. The health problems, shelter overpopulation problems, and the selfish ego’s of the human race to own a dog for its appearance enhance the validation that dog breeding is unethical. Whether it is a responsible breeder, or an abusive puppy mill, there is no need for dogs to be bred for profit whatsoever, as it only encourages the destruction and homelessness of the shelter dogs who are never given a chance at adoption. The people who have bought dogs from breeders in the past can enjoy and love their companions regardless of where they came from, but the cruelty and shame derived from the existence of the puppy breeding business as a whole lives on until the deaf and blind dogs are given their senses back and the brachycephalic pups can finally breathe.  

    For more photos and information, check out this Google Slides presentation I also made for my Capstone project :).

    Works Cited 

    Bateson, Patrick. Independent Inquiry into Dog Breeding, 2010.

    “Double Merle Dogs: A Lethal Genetic Combo That’s Totally Preventable!” The Dogington Post, 27 May 2022, http://www.dogingtonpost.com/double-merle-dogs-a-lethal-genetic-combo-thats-totally-preventable/#:~:text=However%2C%20so%20many%20of%20these,or%20what%20breed%20they%20are. 

    Bovenkerk, Bernice, and Hanneke J. Nijland. “The pedigree dog breeding debate in Ethics and practice: Beyond welfare arguments.” Journal of Agricultural and Environmental Ethics, vol. 30, no. 3, 2017, pp. 387–412, https://doi.org/10.1007/s10806-017-9673-8. 

    Farrell, L.L., Schoenebeck, J.J., Wiener, P. et al. The challenges of pedigree dog health: approaches to combating inherited disease. Canine Genetic Epidemiol 2, 3 (2015). https://doi.org/10.1186/s40575-015-0014-9.

    Katz, Robyn F. “What Is a Puppy Mill?” Animal Law Legal Center, 1 Jan. 1970, http://www.animallaw.info/article/what-puppy-mill. 

    Higgs, Veronica. “Brachycephalic Airway Syndrome in Dogs.” PetMD, 6 Jan. 2023, https://www.petmd.com/dog/conditions/respiratory/brachycephalic-airway-syndrome-dogs. Accessed 13 May, 2023. 

    Jackson, Sophie. The Double Merle Dog and the Dangers of Merle-to-Merle Breeding, pethelpful.com/dogs/What-is-a-Double-Merle-Dog-The-Dangers-of-Merle-to-Merle-Breeding. Accessed 1 Oct. 2023. 

    Nicola Rooney and Sargan David. “Pedigree dog Breeding in the UK: a major welfare concern?” 2009, http://www.terrierman.com/PDE-RSPCA-FULL.pdf.  

    Paul, Elizabeth S., et al. Are Brachycephalic Dogs Really Cute?  Evidence from Online Descriptions, Anthrozoös, DOI, 27 Feb. 2023, 10.1080/08927936.2023.2176590.

    Paul ES, Packer RMA, McGreevy PD, Coombe E, Mendl E and Neville V (2023). That brachycephalic look: Infant-like facial appearance in short-muzzled dog breeds. Animal Welfare, 32, e5, 1–13 https://doi.org/10.1017/awf.2022.6

    “Pet Statistics.” ASPCA, http://www.aspca.org/helping-people-pets/shelter-intake-and-surrender/pet-statistics. Accessed 1 Oct. 2023. 

    “Stopping Puppy Mills.” The Humane Society of the United States, 2023, http://www.humanesociety.org/all-our-fights/stopping-puppy-mills. 

    Teague, Nancy. “Best Service Dog Breeds According to Putnam Service Dogs.” Putnam Service Dogs, Inc., 28 July 2023, http://www.putnamservicedogs.org/mixed-breed-service-dogs/#:~:text=Although%20they%20might%20not%20be,and%20longevity%20of%20the%20dogs. “What Is a Double Merle?: Double-Merles.” Double Merle, http://www.doublemerles.info/what-is-a-double-merle. Accessed 1 Oct. 2023.

  • Pet Loss Playlist & Poem

    When I wrote this post, I did not necessarily have the intention of publishing it, but then I found out that September is pet memorial month so I took it as a sign to share. For context, I lost my beloved cat about a year ago, and not a day has gone by where I don’t feel as if a piece of my heart is missing. I find myself writing about her constantly as if somehow I can bring her back to life. This post is very personal to me but I am sharing in hopes that it can provide comfort and validation to anyone who might relate.

    Playlist:

    Whether it’s one lyric or the whole song, each of these songs (and many more but these ones come to mind first) help me feel a little closer to her: 

    • Eternal June, Emma Foley
    • Big Star, Lorde
    • Me & My Dog, boygenius 
    • chemtrails, Lizzy McAlpine
    • A thousand years, Christina Perrie 
    • At the Beach, In Every Life, Gigi Perez
    • marjorie, Taylor Swift
    • waiting, Cassidy Forras

    Poem: The Loss/Love that Never Leaves

    The knife is stuck in my chest.

    It doesn’t lie

     it doesn’t leave

    and it doesn’t let me 

    let go.

    But I wouldn’t if I could.

    The knife is my souvenir, 

    A reminder you were here, 

     you existed,

    and we breathed the same air. 

    The knife punctures my heart;

    not to kill  

     but to immortalize 

    my love,

    like a locket I’ll never lose. 

     The place, we call “home”

     will never truly be home again

     because when I show up 

     you’re not behind the door

    anymore.

    You’re not behind the door,

    But you live behind my eyelids when I sleep,

    Behind the cover of my journal,

    within every creature I meet. 

    Every ray of sun 

    Every rainbow after rain

    And every flower that blooms by the street. 

    The knife impales 

    But I carry it with me

    And eternal pride, I bleed.

    The pain a privilege 

    Proving that you lived,

    And you lived

     Your life 

    beside me. 

    Tigerlilly “Wiss” (my angel girl)