Every Rescued Dog Has a Tale

Stories from the Dog Rescue Railroad.

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Cincinnati, Ohio, United States
I am the author of Every Rescued Dog Has a Tale and a volunteer with many dog transport groups on the internet. ALL profits from the sale of the book have gone to dog rescue groups and rural animal shelters. Follow me on http://www.twitter.com/debeades

Monday, May 2, 2011

Tucker needs a Home

This little guy was rescued from the streets of Dayton, Ohio a few weeks ago. A wonderful woman saw him by the side of the road in the pouring rain and stopped to pick him up. How many other people could have done that but just kept going? She took him home and called me in hopes I knew someone who could foster him. She was my friend on Facebook and knew I helped rescue dogs but we had never met.  She already had 3 dogs and that was her limit in her rental home. So Tucker went to an overnight foster with GRR  Midwest Rescue who got him groomed in the morning, then we picked him up in Dayton and drove him to his permanent foster in Cincinnati, my friend Belinda. He went to the vet for a check up and a little neutering, and now waits for his forever family. No one has ever advertised him as a lost dog so we assume no one wanted him.

Look at this sweet adorable face and see if you can resist...

Monday, November 8, 2010

Ohio SPCA: Investigating, Taking Action, Saving Lives

The Ohio SPCA is the reason I began transporting dogs back in 2002. Early in this video you will see Hooch, the black Newfoundland mix we helped to save from Pike County. That summer the Ohio SPCA saved over 200 dogs from a county where they used a homemade gas box to kill the homeless dogs. Not only was that illegal but inhumane. The dogs did not die quickly, they suffered horribly. Since that time the Ohio SPCA has gone on to challenge many other Ohio counties to change the way they euthanize and to comply with even the minimal state cruelty laws. In October of this year they were successful in getting the gas box dismantled at the Fayette County dog pound after threatening to sue.

Here is a very heart-warming photo of the old gas box being demolished!

Many rural counties want to do things the CHEAPEST, EASIEST way...but that is not the kindest way and the animals are the ones who suffer. That is who the Ohio SPCA speaks for.

As long as they can continue to exist, the OHIO SPCA will be "the Voice for the Animals in Ohio", but they are a SMALL group of VOLUNTEERS  with a SMALL budget. Even though the name is SPCA, they receive NOTHING from the national ASPCA...they exist only from the donations of animal lovers like you.

Right now they have an URGENT need to buy 1200 bales of hay at only $3 each to be able to feed their 100 rescued farm animals with special needs on their 40 acre sanctuary in Pickaway County Ohio. I visited there in September and met some of the rescued goats. Below is a picture of one of the special needs goats named ANGEL..They are all  VERY CHARMING.  But they will not survive this coming winter without food and hay. The OHIO SPCA will not survive this harsh season without your continued financial support.

If you become a member between now and December 20, I will be sending you a FREE, signed copy of my book "Every Rescued Dog Has a Tale"...that is how much I believe in what they are doing at the OHIO SPCA. It will make a great gift for you to give to a dog lover this Christmas and at the same time you will be insuring that the animals on the farm are fed, and investigations into abuse situations can continue.

There is MUCH to be done in Ohio as far as animal cruelty is concerned, and we need the OHIO SPCA to survive to be the ones to step up and SPEAK OUT when no one else does.

PLEASE support them with your donations. Send your tax deductible donations to P.O. Box 546
Grove City, OH and for a membership of $25 or more, I will send you a free, signed copy of Every Rescued Dog Has a Tale".

I was just telling Nellie, one of the many rescued goats, about how all of you kind hearted people were going to help feed them this winter. She says she will try not to be so worried anymore. HURRY! It is getting COLD!!


Monday, September 6, 2010

New Video About Transporting Dogs - "Faces From the Road"

This is a little video I put together to show some of the homeless dogs who have been saved by being transported by volunteers on the Dog Rescue Railroad.

If you would like to help, go to Yahoo Groups and search for "dog transport" or "dog rescue transport". With more volunteers we could save so many more lives like these.

Wednesday, August 18, 2010

Nice Story from the Cincinnati Enquirer about transporting

Thanks to Rachel Richardson of the Cincinnati Enquirer for this nice article about how we transport dogs to save them from kill shelters.


This is Amotti, an abused Anatolian Shepherd we transported this month.  

He had been tied up outside and his leg got tangled in his chain and became badly infected. When the owners could not afford vet care for his wound, they turned him into a shelter in Lexington, KY. He was pulled by NASRN rescue and we helped drive him to his new foster mom in Wooster OH where he is recovering well.

Now he needs a forever home where he can be safe from abuse.

                      NO DOGS ON CHAINS...EVER!!!

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Monday, July 5, 2010

Tiny Poodle Rescue

My friend and fellow rescuer, BJ, called me on Saturday afternoon to see if I could ride with her down to Carrollton, Kentucky to pick up two mini-poodles.  They had been saved by Tammie Crawford of the Carroll County Animal Support group so they would not be turned over to the dog pound there. A woman had taken them from her own daughter because she was not taking care of them properly. They were matted and covered in fleas, their teeth look really bad. Both of the dogs have lost the hair around their eyes due to the flea problem. Also they need to be spayed/neutered.

The little girl is named Coco, who I am holding in the photo. The male is named Little Man.

It was about an hour each way and they were  very active on the way home. They seem to know they are going to better things now. BJ will foster them for the time being for GRR- Midwest rescue, but I would not be surprised if she decides to adopt them. They are about 2 or 3 years old but we have no vet records right now to confirm that.

It was a great way to spend my holiday, helping save little lives.


Monday, April 5, 2010


On Saturday April 3 I attended a meeting to discuss the ballot initiative to have dog auctions banned in the State of Ohio. I am now collecting signatures on a petition so we can have this put on the ballot next year. Dog auctions are the leading source of dogs used for breeding by puppy mills and backyard breeders. If we are to put an end to the horrors of puppy mills, we need to start with the dog auctions. Pennsylvania already passed a law against this and we can too!

Please check out the site for more information on this subject. You can even download petitions there if you want.

A couple of weeks ago I helped transport 3 little Schnauzers, about 2 years old, that were obviously from a backyard breeder or a puppy mill. When we put them on the ground for their potty break, they had no idea how to stand on concrete. They had always been on wire floors. Their feet curled under and their toenails were too long. When I picked them up, they clung to me for dear life, and I am sure they had never been held by a human before. They were afraid to make eye contact with me at first but little by little they began to trust me and even licked my hand once or twice.

We drove them to a rescue where they were groomed and fed and shown love for the first time. They are  now safe in foster homes and learning how to play with toys and hopefully will be adopted soon.

We need to put an end to puppy mill so no dogs suffer like these babies did.

Please support the Ban on Ohio Dog Auctions!!

Thursday, December 3, 2009


From an Animal Control Officer who Gasses Dogs
Yes, I gas dogs and cats for a living.
I'm an Animal Control officer in a very small town in central North Carolina.
I'm in my mid thirties, and have been working for the town in different positions since high school.

There is not much work here, and working for the county provides good pay and benefits for a person like me without a higher education.

I'm the person you all write about how horrible I am.

I'm the one that gasses the dogs and cats and makes them suffer.

I'm the one that pulls their dead corpses out smelling of carbon monoxide and throws them into green plastic bags.
But I'm also the one that hates my job and hates what I have to do.

First off, all you people out there that judge me, don't.  God is judging me, and I know I'm going to Hell.  Yes, I'm going to hell. I wont lie.  It's despicable, cold, cruel and I feel like a serial killer. But I'm not all to blame.  If the law would mandate spay and neuter, lots of these dogs and cats wouldn't even be here for me to gas.  I'm the devil, I know it, but I want you people to see that there is another side to me the devil Gas Chamber man.

The shelter usually gasses on Friday morning.

Friday's are the day that most people look forward to, this is the day that I hate, and wish that time will stand still on Thursday night. Thursday night, late, after nobody's around, my friend and I go through a fast food line, and buy 50 dollars worth of cheeseburgers and fries, and chicken. I'm not allowed to feed the dogs on Thursday, for I'm told that they will make a mess in the gas chamber, and why waste the food.

So, Thursday night, with the lights still closed, I go into the saddest room that anyone can every imagine, and let all the doomed dogs out out their cages.

I have never been bit, and in all my years doing this, the dogs have never fought over the food. My buddy and I open each wrapper of cheeseburger and chicken sandwich, and feed them to the skinny, starving dogs.

They swallow the food so fast, that I don't believe they even taste it. Their tails are wagging, and some don't even go for the food, they roll on their backs wanting a scratch on their belly. They start running, jumping and kissing me and my buddy. They go back to their food, and come back to us. All their eyes are on us with such trust and hope, and their tails wag so fast, that I have come out with black and blues on my thighs. They devour the food, then it's time for them to devour some love and peace. My buddy and I sit down on the dirty, pee stained concrete floor, and we let the dogs jump on us. They lick us, they put their butts in the air to play, and they play with each other. Some lick each other, but most are glued on me and my buddy.

I look into the eyes of each dog. I give each dog a name.

They will not die without a name.

I give each dog 5 minutes of unconditional love and touch.

I talk to them, and tell them that I'm so sorry that tomorrow they will die a gruesome, long, torturous death at the hands of me in the gas chamber.

Some tilt their heads to try to understand.

I tell them, that they will be in a better place, and I beg them not to hate me.

I tell them that I know I'm going to hell, but they will all be playing with all the dogs and cats in heaven.

After about 30 minutes, I take each dog individually, into their feces filled concrete jail cell, and pet them and scratch them under their chins. Some give me their paw, and I just want to die. I just want to die. I close the jail cell on each dog, and ask them to forgive me. As my buddy and I are walking out, we watch as every dog is smiling at us and them don't even move their heads. They will sleep, with a full belly, and a false sense of security.

As we walk out of the doomed dog room, my buddy and I go to the cat room.

We take our box, and put the very friendly kittens and pregnant cats in our box.
The shelter doesn't keep tabs on the cats like they do the dogs.

As I hand pick which cats are going to make it out, I feel like I'm playing God, deciding whose going to live and die.

We take the cats into my truck, and put them on blankets in the back.

Usually, as soon as we start to drive away, there are purring cats sitting on our necks or rubbing against us.

My buddy and I take our one-way two hour trip to a county that is very wealthy and they use injection to kill animals.

We go to exclusive neighborhoods, and let one or two cats out at a time.

They don't want to run, they want to stay with us. We shoo them away, which makes me feel sad.

I tell them that these rich people will adopt them, and if worse comes to worst and they do get put down, they will be put down with a painless needle being cradled by a loving veterinarian. After the last cat is free, we drive back to our town.

It's about 5 in the morning now, about two hours until I have to gas my best friends.

I go home, take a shower, take my 4 anti-anxiety pills and drive to work... I don't eat, I can't eat. It's now time to put these animals in the gas chamber.  I put my ear plugs in, and when I go to the collect the dogs, the dogs are so excited to see me, that they jump up to kiss me and think they are going to play.

I put them in the rolling cage and take them to the gas chamber. They know. They just know. They can smell the death....They can smell the fear. They start whimpering the second I put them in the box. The boss tells me to squeeze in as many as I can to save on gas. He watches. He knows I hate him, he knows I hate my job. I do as I'm told. He watches until all the dogs, and cats (thrown in together) are fighting and screaming. The sounds is very muffled to me because of my ear plugs. He walks out, I turn the gas on, and walk out.

I walk out as fast as I can. I walk into the bathroom, and I take a pin and draw blood from my hand. The pain and blood takes my brain off of what I just did.

In 40 minutes, I have to go back and unload the dead animals. I pray that none survived, which happens when I overstuff the chamber. I pull them out with thick gloves, and the smell of carbon monoxide makes me sick. So does the vomit and blood, and all the bowel movements. I pull them out and put them in plastic bags.

They are in heaven now, I tell myself.

I then start cleaning up the mess, the mess, that YOU PEOPLE are creating by not spay or neutering your animals. The mess that YOU PEOPLE are creating by not demanding that a vet come in and do this humanely.
You ARE THE TAXPAYERS, DEMAND that this practice STOP!

So, don't call me the monster, the devil, the gasser, call the politicians, the shelter directors, and the county people the devil. Heck, call the governor, tell him to make it stop.

As usual, I will take sleeping pills tonight to drown out the screams I heard in the past, before I discovered the ear plugs. I will jump and twitch in my sleep, and I believe I'm starting to hallucinate.

This is my life. Don't judge me. Believe me, I judge myself enough.

I do not know who wrote this.
Someone sent it to me in an email and it haunts me.
                     My hope in reprinting it here is that everyone who reads it, will remember it always.

         Lets all work relentlessly to get the laws changed in this country to give homeless animals a HUMANE DEATH

     if they must be euthanized. 

We owe them at least that much


 Better yet, SPAY AND NEUTER!!!! It WORKS! Let's be a NO KILL NATION!