Belfast, Ireland : A city that judges as if they were some god, while lacking any godly qualities

3 07 2012

Sometimes I just don’t get it. We have countries where families are purposely aborting and murdering baby girls because they’re too expensive to raise, we have countries taken over by drug mafia organizations and dumping bodies on the highways, we have countries making money off enslaving and trafficking young women for sex, we have countries torturing their citizens until they obey some higher authority.

There’s a lot of negativity out there and it’s all over the news and media resources. These are important and serious issues and should be a concern.

So when I’m reading one of the many dog stories that passes through my inbox I’m completely disgusted as to why this particular city in this particular country is purposely creating negativity when the world has come forth to promote a healthy and positive alternative where no injustice is done.


Belfast, Northern Ireland is where this injustice is located. All because someone thought they knew more than they did and the result cost a family, and now thousands of people worldwide extreme heartache.

Lennox is a family dog. He was 5 years old at the time Belfast City Council Dog Wardens seized him from his family’s home. He is an American Bull Dog-Labrador mix, up to date on his shots and vaccinations, neutered, never had any complaints, never showed signs of aggression since they raised him as a pup. But because of the size of his muzzle and rear legs (measurements taken by a non-professional dog anything) he was taken from his family to be put to death by the Council.


Two years later, Lennox’s human family, including the family’s 11-year-old disabled daughter who didn’t understand why they would want to kill her best friend, still haven’t been allowed to see or visit their beloved dog and are still fighting the fight to save his life. One court battle after another.

I’m not going to go into all of the details like the contradicting stories from the Belfast Dog Wardens about Lennox’s aggressive demeanor and testimony that one particular warden states she is terrified of this dog when photos surfaced of the friendly dog licking this same warden’s face. I’m not going to go into all of the details about how this story has reached numerous countries and tens of thousands of educated dog trainers, owners, rescues and advocates, all offering assistance any way they can. Image

Lennox has been offered a home in many US states, several countries, other parts of Ireland that aren’t stuck in ignorant and foolish ways of thinking. Cesar Milan from the Dog Whisperer and his organization has offered to help, Victoria Stilwell, renowned dog trainer and author has offered her help. People from all over the world, with an actual education in animal and dog studies have come forth to support this current problem, that shouldn’t even be a problem.

It’s one thing when you have problem issues like cancer, a disease that we don’t have a cure for and aren’t exactly sure how we contract it. If a cancer expert came up to a cancer patient and said, I’ve found a way that makes the disease go away, wouldn’t you give it a try?

Or would you prefer the chemist major that created a new drug that hasn’t been tested or the sales rep that wants to make a quick million by covering the symptoms temporarily with a special pill?

What exactly is the point Belfast City Council is trying to make? Why are we going through heartache and using up all of our energy to fight for something that should be common sense. It’s bigger of a person to own up to the mistake and admit they’re wrong than continue to follow through and create more wrongs along the way. But cowards don’t usually act that way. Ignorant minds either. Sociopaths as well for that matter. Image

In this case, Belfast is wrong. They didn’t have qualified dog experts to say that this dog is or is not a particular breed. They didn’t give a warning or alternative to killing a family dog. There is nothing educated at all behind Belfast’s City Council’s actions and I’m sorry I ever gave them any credit for anything.

There is a problem according to Belfast City Council. They don’t want any Pit Bulls, or dogs they consider Pit Bulls, in their city. I won’t say I understand but I’ll respect their rules. What doesn’t make sense is that there are alternative solutions to this problem at hand. Solutions that won’t break an 11-year-old’s heart and inhumanely kill her best friend. A solution that wouldn’t cost this family, and the huge group of supporters, heartache, money, and time.

Why can’t Belfast City Council take one of the many alternatives with re-homing the dog out of the country with one of many rescue organizations? Why can’t Belfast allow experienced, professional dog trainers assess the situation and re-habilitate or help re-home Lennox?Image

The only educated answer to their actions leading up until now is power. Somebody in Belfast has got a hard-on for wasting time, energy, and money as well as making the lives of even it’s own law-abiding citizens completely miserable. I can name a few other leaders in history that acted like this. Their evil beliefs caused nothing but damage.

It starts with Lennox. Next is you and me. Please stop the ignorance. Swallow your pride and deflate your ego because there are other more serious battles out there with no solution. This one has a plethora of non-violent solutions if you simply act like a human with a heart.

Let’s wake up and notice what’s really going on. Let’s punish the right people and leave the responsible citizens alone to enjoy life with their family, including the furry four-legged kind. The discrimination must end. Haven’t we learned ANYTHING from history?

My heart goes out to you, Lennox, and the Barnes’ family!



The Psycho-Cycle of Obsession

2 02 2012

What am I supposed to do

When I don’t know where to go

As life continues to throw

Blow after blow,

Not letting it show,

Or keeping with the flow.

I’ve seen too much,

Doors and windows have opened up.

Every action feels stuck

On which one to save.

All eyes and ears will not believe

The sadness and grief

Of people just like me.

How can it be

That we take for granted

So much but we can’t

Save just one small account.

Love is Blinded by the Light of Evil

2 02 2012

Now that I’ve seen

And learned about suffering and grief

On a level no one would believe,

I wonder why I  hold on to so tightly.

I would like to just squeeze the sadness right

Through til it seeps out

And trickles down,

Only to drop on the floor for me to mop up later.

And no one can stop

What goes through my thoughts

And into my heart

Because that’s where it starts

And ends, but being apart from your feelings

Will not allow you to embark

On your journey through the dark.

Let Go of Your Fears and Just Jump in Already!

7 11 2011

I thought I was good at letting go and moving on. In some ways I am, as long as I don’t stop to take a break and let my mind think.

I’ve learned growing up, that things aren’t always as they seem. Much like when you are a child, places seem bigger, the future so far ahead, you have all the time in the world to do whatever you please, you bounce back from mistakes quicker because they were expected out of you.

Now as an adult things are different.

I remember this park down at the end of the street I lived on in Miami. There was a jungle gym type of thing in the middle of the park. It looked like two arched ladders leading to the center platform piece, which fit about five or six of us comfortably. We would climb to the top of this jungle gym and feel like we were on top of the world. We were pretty high up there, my heart would race a little if I looked down at the ground.

Then someone would come up with the brilliant idea of running and jumping over the arched metal ladder long ways. First of all, the platform wasn’t that big and there wasn’t enough room to get much of a running start. Then you had to jump outward as far as you could so that you wouldn’t fall short and clip yourself on the ladder coming down.

It seemed impossible, risky and potentially dangerous. But when you’re 9 years old and you haven’t been exposed to very much danger you really don’t know what you’re getting into until it’s too late.

One by one we jumped. Everybody cleared the ladder but not all of us had smooth landings. I remember the feeling when I hit the ground and rolled a little bit. It didn’t hurt much, maybe shook me up a little, but I survived. I was so relieved and couldn’t believe I had doubted myself. I made the jump!

No serious damage was done except maybe some scratches and grass stains on my pants. I felt so liberated after doing the impossible. I let go of my fears and jumped. And everything was okay.

I’m not sure what happened to that little girl or maybe as I got older my jungle gym also got bigger, higher up, the ground below isn’t as soft, etc. My list of excuses grew right along with me. I’m not exactly sure when things started to get complicated and my fears began to take over. I’m not exactly sure when I started ignoring or acting bigger than my emotions and feelings, thinking I can control how they affect me rather than acknowledge them and allow them to take their course. I have no idea where my superwoman complex, as I like to think of it, came from.

What I know now is that I need to start paying attention to myself and realize that the answers are indeed within me.

As a child, I somehow knew how to overcome my fears and let go of things that weighed me down. Maybe it was because I hadn’t been hurt very much at that point in my life but why do the scars have to bring out the negative? 

Why can’t they be a reminder of a time when you beat your fear and you survived the jump and not about a mistake or bad decision that you made? Letting go shouldn’t be so hard, so why is it sometimes? I’m linking it to a fear of some sort, but i’m having trouble figuring out what is so scary about a life full of endless opportunities?