Sunday, March 8, 2020

Bewildered and Lost Trixie Looks for her Mommy - the Whispering Pines Poodle story

This is the story of the destruction of the Whispering Pines Poodles at the hands of a vegan animal rights extremist.

As I approach the 10 year anniversary of the destruction of the Whispering Pines poodles at the hands of an animal rights extremist and the release of my next book, I'd like to walk down #MemoryLane
Trixie


Picture the scene 10 years ago. For 12 hours, jack booted thugs trash my home, terrorize and steal my dogs and glory in causing me agonizing pain that continues to this day.

This is Trixie's story. Her show name is UKC Grand Champion WP’s Love Reign O’er Me, ranked 5th in the UKC Top Ten for 2008.  She was ranked the 5th best quality multi-colored standard poodle in all of America for that year.  Her parents were: American Champion Greenwyn Ascot Luminary and UKC Grand Champion WP’s Cherdons Chequered Love, CHIC.    Trixie came from some incredible dogs.   Everyone in poodles knew Connie Green of Greenwyn.  She held various top positions in the Poodle Club of America for years.   Victoria Law of Luminary was the Vice President of the Washington Poodle Club.  

 Trixie's mother Lovey was the 6th multi-colored poodle to receive a champion title in the United Kennel Club (UKC).   She also quickly earned her Grand Champion title and was CHIC certified for health.  However, Lovey had hormonal issues.  She could get pregnant but she couldn't stay that way.   After consultation with two of the east coasts top canine reproduction experts, Lovey was put on hormone therapy to sustain her pregnancy with 'Luca" the daddy and she had a small litter of six puppies.  The only puppies she would ever have.  It cost me over $4,000 to save her babies.   I planned on keeping two, a boy and a girl to continue my line but another little girl had other plans.  
Trixie
From the moment she was born this little black girl stared at me like I was her whole world.  She bonded with me like no dog I've ever seen.  The only dog bonded to me tighter than her was my beloved Roo.    I ended up naming this little girl, Trixie.   Bold, endlessly full of joy and laughter.   When she was 8 weeks old, buyers would come to look at her and she would hide behind the furniture and refuse to come to them.  The minute they left she would bound out and radiate sunshine, laughing and happy.   It happened over and over again and I couldn't understand the Jekyll and Hyde attitude until one day I realized she was telling me that she had no intentions of going ANYWHERE.

Ordinarily I retired and placed my adults in loving homes as soon as I finished showing them in the show ring but I told this silly giggling girl that I would honor her wishes and she would stay here forever.   Because she was this overwhelming bundle of love who never knew a sad day in her life, I named her "Love Reign O'er Me."  She lived up to it fully.  

 She giggled her way through dog shows up and down the east coast.   She laughed herself silly in New Jersey, she grinned at judges in Maryland, she won over judges in Virginia with her sweet winsome smiles.    After winning a number of Best of Breed awards she was awarded her Championship.   Because she wanted nothing more than to be at my side and I traveled every month showing my dogs, I continued to show her towards a Grand Champion title.   To earn such a title she had to have five major wins under at least three different judges in which she defeated at least two other titled champions each time. She did it with easy and style strolling into her Grand Champion title.  Trixie was shown in front of hundreds of people and physically examined by dozens of judges.   Trixie was shown so much and graded to be such high quality that she was ranked the #5th dog in UKC's Top Ten for 2008.  
Trixie in Maryland

When my home was invaded by a vegan animal rights extremist named Hilleary Bogley on April 10, 2010, she ordered Fauquier County Animal Control officer Lane Phillippe who was with her to seize all my dogs.   Phillippe was a lazy man who had turned over the keys of his office to Bogley and did whatever she (a private citizen) told him to do.   He told her that he saw nothing wrong with Trixie and why should she be seized?  Bogley replied back, "We seize them all."   

 At the time Phillippe and Bogley had just returned to my home with a faked warrant.  Trixie is outside in my friend's car.   Their fraudulent warrant is for my home, not cars belonging to other people. 

 Bogley approaches and suddenly attacks my friend  screaming at the top of her lungs,  "Whose dog is this?  How old is this dog? What is her exact date of birth?  Why do you have this dog in your car?  Where's your sales receipt for this dog?  What is this dog's birth date?  Why don't you know this information you shameful liar?"  

  My friend was so scared she started having a panic attack and went into hysterics. She pushed her way past Bogley and ran around her car to get away from her. Bogley followed her still screaming and shrieking at her. My beloved friend is shaking like a leaf and moaning "I don't know, leave me alone.  I don't know.  Please leave me alone."   Bogley keeps screaming in her face that if she doesn't know Trixie's exact date of birth then she's a liar.  
Giggling Trixie at a show in New Jersey. 

Bogley finally tires of her game and orders Phillippe to seize the dog out of the car. My friend pulls herself together and says, “I’ll get her. She has a back injury. You have to be careful with this dog.”  Philippe labels her Dog #1 and puts her in his truck.  I later faced no charges for Trixie's care, yet I never saw Trixie again.  All members of Bogley's raid force refused to listen to any attempts I made at giving the name of the dog they were taking and its medical history. I was continuously told to shut up. As the felonious criminal I was, obviously none of these dogs had names, names that they knew and responded too, right?

 To my surprise I hear Bogley start gushing in a happy overjoyed tone to Phillippe about what a nice leash he was holding in his hands. She starts gushing like crazy that, “Oh wow, that leash is very stylish.” “Oh, so colorful.” “What pretty colors.” “Oh my God, that is such a nice leash!” Gushing on like a spring flood she starts all over again, “That is just such a really nice leash.” “Oh those pretty colors.” I think I just got whiplash from her emotional swing. With a loud voice I speak up and say to Phillippe, “That is my leash you are holding and I want my leash back!” Bogley then gave me this sucking prunes constipated look and Phillippe meekly handed me the leash back. He was holding the special cotton candy pink British slip lead leash that Trixie had on her. After Bogley recovers from her sucking prunes look, she goes back into the dead monotone chanting and starts back up with Phillippe  that I am making inappropriate comments and she needs him to keep me in custody and I must be guarded by a Deputy at all times because I make her nervous.
I make her nervous? 
She's the one trespassing in my home not the other way around. 

 I will never forget the last time I saw my sweet giggling sidekick.  She was standing with Phillippe looking at me with a sad bewildered look on her face as if to say to me, "Mommy you promised I could stay with you forever.  Why are you giving me away?"  

Trixie with Fauquier ACO Phillippe


Trixie was the 1st dog taken from me but Phillippe's truck is the last to leave my home 12 hours later.   He never once checked on her.  

He gave her no water. 

He gave her no food.

He never let her out to relieve herself.  

For 12 hours Trixie suffered in silence.  In quiet hurt as she listened to Roo screaming her head off in terrified distress in the cage next to her.  

 The story of my beloved Roo-Roo is coming next.  

 #WhisperingPinesPoodles #NeverGiveUp #MemoryLane #PreservationBreeder #AnimalRightsHatesAnimals #AnimalRightsEqualsBetterDeadThanFed
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