Sunday, March 8, 2020

Terrified Senseless, Roo wants her Mommy - the Whispering Pines Poodle story

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
Roo-Roo from the cover of
Staring the Dragon in the Eye

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 Roo-Roo's story.  My heart dog. The girl that started it all. My first born puppy out of my first born litter. Long established poodle breeders told me to kill her when she was born because she has a large white spot on her chest. I defied them all. She was the fattest roly-poly puppy ever. I named her Chubbers for fun. As she grew into a stately trim young lady I called her Chubber-Roo. When we were being silly I Roo-Roo'd her like Scooby-Doo.  She answered to them all.  She had the funniest sense of humor ever and understood I was teasing her.   Then again some days I’d
teasingly call her Chicken Butt, and she not only answered to it, but she thought it was funny and
her tail would wag back and forth a million miles an hour while she laughed at me and gave me kisses.

 Roo-Roo may have been the one who started it all but I had been in poodles for 4 years by the time she came along.  I researched lines and studied genetics like a fanatic before I finally had my first litter of poodle puppies.  No one plans for the birth of a dog like this unless they put their whole heart and soul into what they are doing.  
Bucket her because she's not solid colored?  Not a chance.  

Making fun of all the hysterics over her white chest spot, I named her "Dont Drink The Milk of DGL" to poke fun.  Her full name was UKC Grand Champion WPs Don’t Drink The Milk Of DGL, CGC, CHIC. She was out of UKC Grand Champion/Int’l Champion DGL’s Theadore Three Of Nine and K-Lar’s Chocolate Latte, CHIC.  I was warned that I would never be accepted in mainstream poodle circles if I kept her but I stood steadfast.  I wasn't about to bucket anything.
Roo-Roo at 3 weeks old. 
When Chubbs opened her eyes at ten days of age, she looked up at me, locked eyes with me with fanatical devotion, and said, “You are my mommy.” In the five and a half years she shared my life, she never stopped giving me that exact same look. Everyone who met her commented on how in Chubbers’ mind, I was her entire world. She would tolerate others and was a friendly affectionate girl, but her entire heart, mind, and soul was devoted to me and no one else.

At 6th months old she started her show career quickly becoming my first home bred champion dog.  She was shown from Ohio to New Jersey to North Carolina. 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. Roo-Roo was shown in front of hundreds of people and physically examined by dozens of judges. 

Once she finished kicking butt in the show ring, she was retired to become a mommy and start her second career in competition obedience.  I started her off with AKC's Canine Good Citizen (CGC) program.  She had to pass a 10-step test to be awarded the CGC, including being touched by friendly strangers, walking calmly though crowds, sit-stays and others.  From there I started training her for basic obedience and rally so she could join her brother who was already competing in both in addition to agility.  
Roo and I in Punxsutawney, Pennsylvania.

 Hilleary Bogley would claim to the media that I stored my dogs in airline shipping containers and they were so abused that they 'struggled to stand.'   Yeah, my Roo-Roo was so abused and so little socialized by me that I took her to the Poodle Club of America National Specialty show in Salisbury, Maryland in 2007. She was tested at their cardiac clinic that year in front of and mingling with approximately 2,000 other poodles and their owners and handlers entered in the weeks festivities.   She had a marvelous time.  She thought it was funny all the covert stares at her chest spot.

 During Roo-Roo's life time there was only one instance that she didn't sleep in my bed cuddled by me every night.  That was during Snowmaggedon 2010.  The horrible natural disaster that hit Virginia just 6 weeks before Hilleary Bogley destroyed my life.   With a newborn litter of puppies trapped in a natural disaster, their lives were on the line.  Recognizing their needs over her fanatical love for me, Roo-Roo climbed into their whelping bed and helped River keep them warm.  Roo helped River’s babies survive recognizing their needs over her love for me. 
Roo-Roo and I in Franklin, Virginia.

 During the animal rights terror raid of my home on April 10, 2010, Roo was the 2nd dog stolen from me.  Fauquier County Animal Control Officer Lane Phillippe told vegan animal rights extremist Hilleary Bogley that he saw nothing wrong with her and why should she be seized? Bogley replied back, "We seize them all." I later faced no charges for Roo-Roo's care and condition yet I never saw her again. 

As the 2nd dog seized, Roo-Roo was not only in season, she was wearing doggie period pants at the time of the seizure.  I also never recovered all the gear that Bogley's raid force stole from me. Roo's doggie pants, the multiple leashes and other gear stolen? Gone! I warned Phillippe and everyone I saw that Roo-Roo was in season and she had to be kept away from all male dogs. I was soundly ignored.   

 I later found out that Hilleary Bogley bred Roo-Roo while she was in her custody.  I never found out what happened to Roo or any potential puppies.  I just saw a notation in Bogley's records that one of my dogs was later tested for pregnancy and was positive.  As the only dog in season at the time of the raid, it had to have been Roo.  

 When Phillippe took her, my heart was breaking and I was screaming inside, but I stayed calm, leaned over and gave my beloved dog of my heart, my first born girl, my sweetheart and constant companion of the past 5 ½ years a single kiss goodbye, and then calmly walked away as if nothing unusual was happening.  I wanted to spare her as much trauma and pain as possible. This was truly the hardest moment of my life and I will never forget it. Nor will I ever forget her screams as she was separated from me.   Phillippe had to drag her away by her neck because she refused to leave my side.  Her bloodcurdling screams will remain imprinted in my heart, my  mind, and my soul for the rest of my life. I tried to handle it as calmly as possible to save her the trauma but Roo wasn’t fooled. She did not want to go with these people.

  She may have been the 2nd dog taken but his van is the last to leave my home.   He never once checked on her.  

He gave her no water. 

He gave her no food.

He never let her out to relieve herself.  
Roo just days before she was taken.
She had just visited the Tractor Supply store in town

For 12 hours Roo-Roo screamed in terror locked away in his truck, soundly ignored by this sworn Fauquier Sheriff's Deputy.   My ears echo to this day with the sounds of my Roo’s screaming bloody murder as she beat on the walls of his truck desperate to escape from them and return to the only mommy she had ever known. The memory of her pain, distress, and outright terror will remain tattooed on my heart in blood.

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



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