Showing posts with label Hilleary Bogley. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Hilleary Bogley. Show all posts

Monday, June 28, 2021

The No-Kill Movement - Warehousing Dogs to Death

In writing about a recent case of several retail rescues selling off brucellosis infected dogs to members of the public in Texas and Virginia, one of them reminded me how I became what I am now, an American dog breeder and a published author.

Both careers can be traced back to a single dog named Snoopy. Let me tell you about him.  I saw Snoopy, a purebred Akita, for sale through a local animal rescue site over 20 years ago now.  As an experienced Akita owner and AKITA RESCUER, I felt I could give him a good home and applied to adopt him.  I thought it would be simple.  I never thought it would radically change my life.  


My application entered me into hell in which I was interrogated by vegans, had my home thoroughly searched and my background plumbed before I could see him in person.  When I was finally cleared to visit a hidden property in Aldie, Virginia, I saw him warehoused in a small cage among over a hundred others and was covered from head to foot in urine.  He was sopping wet.  All of the white parts of his body were stained dark yellow from the urine. He was housed in such a small filthy kennel, he couldn't get away from his own waste.  I was crushed to see the living conditions he was being held in.  I apparently didn't have a good enough poker face at that point in my life because unknown to me after that visit, Snoopy was immediately moved to another hidden location.  I never saw him again.  

"I got so big my owners didn't want me anymore."  

Real truth?
  
Snoopy had a history of attacking other dogs and killed a cat. 

25 years ago I worked in the animal rescue field. From the inside out, all I saw was fraud, waste and abuse. I saw streams of untraceable cash going straight into 'rescuers' pockets instead of to the animals. I saw more animal abuse on the part of rescuers than I saw animal owners committing. I saw people putting a halo on themselves and sitting on a pedestal. Completely untouchable as long as they claimed to be 'rescuers'.

I learned from what I saw with my own eyes that America does not have a 'overpopulation' problem, it has a retail rescue market problem. Let me introduce you to the straw that broke this camel's back and turned me against retail rescue forever.

It started with a dog named Snoopy as I said above.  Snoopy was living in a no-kill shelter, run by animal rights extremists (a mixture of vegetarians and vegans) warehoused in a cage for years.  The "rescue" had no clue how to handle him and his breed, they refused to LEARN about his breed, or how to correctly place him, but they “thought” they knew it all.  I could tell from my prior experience owning a hypothyroid affected Akita that Snoopy was also probably severely affected and needed medication. I told these clueless veg-idiots absolutely everything I knew about hypothyroidism in Akitas and referred them to Dr. Jean Dodd's of Hemopet who was studying hypothyroidism in the Akita breed.  FOHA didn't want to hear it.  Snoopy had also degenerated so much in the 3 years warehoused at FOHA that he had seizures and a liver infection.  

Because of their attitude, he had already spent the majority of his life caged among hundreds of other dogs. This is the dark side of 'no kill' that the warm and fuzzies don't tell you.  Dogs are warehoused until they die.  It's not unicorns, love and kisses.  It is a terrible life sentence to these dogs.  

At the time I didn’t know that the place that was housing Snoopy had a long history of criminal charges.  Snoopy taught me a hard lesson in life. 

About this time I made friends through one of my writers organizations with a man who was the husband of a long time Standard Poodle breeder, Absolute Standard Poodles, and though him I met all their Standard Poodles and it was love at first sight!! Until this time in my life.... believe it or not, but I had NEVER met a Standard Poodle before! 

I saw a cross roads in my life, with two radically different paths in front of me.  A path filled with abusive criminals calling themselves 'good' and a path filled with dog breeders called 'bad' but in reality INCREDIBLY GOOD. 

I choose reality over myth. 
I chose facts over heart warming fuzzies.  

The bad guys in this story are Friends of Homeless Animals (FOHA) of Aldie, Virginia.  (True legal name:  Friends of the Animal Shelter and Guardians of the Homeless Animals) What you will read here is NOT what you will see on their warm and fuzzy website. The true ugliness of the 'no-kill' movement and my first time going up against wacked out vegans.  

Let me introduce you to some of the circle jerk that made up FOHA. 
  • Anne P. Lewis - Founder and President - Convicted Criminal.
  • Sue Gilbert - Called herself "Acting" President and also behind "Companion Animal Rescue & Education (CARE) of Reston, Virginia  an outlet of FOHA - Convicted Criminal. 
  • Riccado Wright - Owner of the FOHA property - Criminally Charged.
  • Judy Kraft - aka "Judy the Vegan Vegetarian," best buddies of Sue Gilbert, also behind "Companion Animal Rescue & Education (CARE) of Reston, Virginia an outlet of FOHA.
  • Katie Barr - Owner of one of FOHA's warehouses - Convicted Criminal. 
Through the 1990's and until at least 2002, many of the major players of FOHA were criminally charged over and over again.  The Wrights and the conditions at the Aldie facility came to public light when they (and Anne Lewis of FOHA) were sued in 1991 over a vicious dog mauling.  The victim, a kennel employee, who was mauled by a dog named "Calgary" alleged in the lawsuit that he had a known vicious history with bites on record and she was not informed that he was dangerous. 

They were raided and criminally charged in 1995 after investigation into another dog mauling in December 1994 led to the discovery of a number of emaciated dogs. 


Their defense was a standard ploy, they just took in those 30 animals and 'someone else did it.'  Oh and of course their secondary backup excuse, they are operating on a 'shoe string' and have good intentions. 



What I found to be the truth was that FOHA was secretly very wealthy with a large stock portfolio that had been donated to them.  They fought back with a vengeance and ultimately only Lewis was found guilty of two charges. 

FOHA spun the situation as they were innocent rescuers trying to 'save' animals being framed by overzealous authorities.  The same defense their long time Fairfax County, Virginia outlet run by Katie Barr ran with. 

In 1997, Riccardo Wright once again faced 21 charges of failing to provide water and clean kennels when the conditions continued.  Days before his trial, he committed suicide and FOHA purchased the Aldie property from his estate where it resides today with the same 1972 constructed buildings. 

Besides 1995, Anne Lewis also fought charges in 1997 and 2000.  One of the 1997 charges was over FOHA selling a vicious dog to a woman in Fairfax and the dog bit her 3 times.  Loudoun Court Judge said, "Not Guilty." The dog bit the woman 3 times in a single week and Lewis got a free pass from lenient judges once again.  

In April 2001, FOHA got into trouble for possessing stolen property when FOHA magically got custody of 2 'lost' Labrador retrievers and refused to return them to their legal owner.  The owner went the authorities and they forced FOHA to give up custody of the 2 dogs to their legal owner. 

In 2001 and 2002, "Acting" President Sue Gilbert was found guilty of possessing vicious dogs after two additional dog maulings by FOHA dogs.  One of the dogs bit the victim in the face. 


Unlike Wright and Lewis who mostly kept getting a free pass from local judges, authorities in neighboring Fairfax County spent almost two decades trying to shut down Katie Barr's house of horrors. 

Barr was criminally charged several times over the years as locals tried to figure out how to stop her from abusing and warehousing animals.  This was back in the day in which extensive animal protection laws didn't exist but they do now thanks to Barr.  In 1980 her house of horrors burned down and 33 dogs died in the fire.  She immediately started back up again collecting dogs like Tupperware and being paid to house dogs by FOHA. 

"Man, I wish you would clean up your kennel so that we wouldn't have to go through this." 
Judge Robert M. Hurst, April 9, 1991.
 
There were a number of animal seizures on Barr's property starting in 1991 and several criminal trials after law enforcement seized 82 animals in 1993. Supplemental testimony includes numerous interesting statements such as the one dated June 4, 1986 that noted active rat burrows were in almost every dog enclosure and dog feces in some areas was as much as 5" deep. A memorandum from the Fairfax County Health Department dated July 1, 1987 noted that Barr had failed to clean up any of the debris from the kennel burning down 7 years earlier and simply built new make-shift enclosures (some made out of barbed wire) next to the burned remains and the entire property was in severe disrepair. Barr sued the zoning department in 1987 demanding the right to keep even more dogs than she was permitted to have, one of several suits over the years. 

After years of letters back and forth between Barr, Zoning, the Health Department etc., all documenting the filth, the rats, the suffering dogs, the unsafe conditions that Barr refused to clean up, in 1991, county officials attempt to criminally charge Barr.  

She managed to successfully get the warrant thrown out and the case dismissed twice.  She then tried to sue a number of the witnesses and failed.  She of course never cleaned up her kennel so in 1993 she was raided and charged again.  

Court records reveal stories like the dog, "Brownie," whose coat was so matted to the skin and nails had not been trimmed in so long that when animal control saw him, his LEG WAS EMBEDDED IN HIS COAT and he could no longer stand.  He had taught himself how to walk on 3 legs in order to move around. Law enforcement stated that it looked like he had tried to scratch himself but his leg became entangled in his own matted fur and he could not free himself.  Barr never noticed. After his leg was cut free, he had to be retaught how to walk normally on 4 legs.  

Another dog seized, a Labrador retriever named Rob, had such a massive untreated gum infection that his teeth were falling out into people's hands.  He had already lost his upper teeth before being seized.  

An Australian Shepherd seized had to be humanely put down after he was found covered in his own urine and feces and was unable to move.  Additionally, he was suffering from an untreated severe skin disease SO BAD that he had maggots all around his genitals and in open wounds on his body.  

Yet FOHA insisted everything was just fine and sued to try and get some of the dogs back.  


Lawsuits flew over the years.  If local newspapers dared to print even the smallest bit of negative news about Barr, she'd sue them.  Barr loved suing people.  She even sued her investment broker when the value of her stock portfolio went down.  As a interesting side note, FOHA was sued for racial discrimination in 1988 for refusing to adopt a dog to a Nigerian couple solely because of their race. 

Yet Barr never stopped warehousing and reselling 'rescued' dogs in horrific conditions with FOHA supporting and supplying her with dogs.  

Maggots are extra good care?  Dogs that can't even walk are extra good care?   IF that's 'extra good' what's bad?  

Time and time again Barr got nothing but a slap on the wrist when her house of horrors was investigated.  Even when Barr continuously threatened to shoot county officials she was not held accountable.  Here's the ruling in her 1993 trial after investigation was conducted into a vicious dog named "Dexter" that FOHA was warehousing on her land. Dexter was such a vicious dog with numerous bites on record that all of his teeth were ground down so far that the pulp and nerves was exposed.  It took two people and 'control sticks' to even enter his pen. Yet because these extremists believe so strongly in 'no kill' that Dexter was just warehoused until he could die 'naturally.'  



She was finally found guilty and sentenced to 75 days in jail.  She just continued on as if nothing had happened. 

After decades of running hell on earth, and non-stop battles with Zoning, the Health Department and Animal Control, Fairfax County finally got a judge to order Barr's kennel closed in 1998. Of course they had to go back to court repeatedly charging her with contempt of court because she still refused to shut down.  They also continued to seize dogs from her as they found them on the property.  Katie Barr finally sold her Centreville, Virginia property in 2002 for $625,000 and retired to Florida. 

Back to Snoopy.  After being turned down to adopt him, I called Loudoun County Animal Control and filed a complaint.  They asked for full particulars of Snoopy, where he was caged, etc., and conducted an unannounced inspection.  Snoopy was NOT housed at the Aldie property. Shortly after I had seen the conditions there, FOHA moved him.  The story was worse than that.  An Akita-mix named Cody was listed by FOHA as being in their care but was also missing.  FOHA told animal control that they had two Akitas but both were in the hospital and had been for over a month suffering from seizures.  Neither of them matched the dog I had seen with my own eyes and why do all of the Akitas in FOHA's custody seem to suffer from seizures?  FOHA of course figured it out that I was the one that reported them to animal control and their supporters came after me HARD. 

The more they threatened me, the more I investigated and reported them.  
Even "Amy the Wiccan" (Sue Gilbert's daughter) threatened that I had better stop my investigation.  Fat Chance.  The threats from FOHA supporters continued for months until I filed a police report with the Fauquier County Sheriff's Department. A week later I got a letter in the mail from FOHA threatening to sue me for libel and defamation unless I shut up. 

I consider it a Badge of Honor when crooks threaten to sue me. 
Bring it on I say! 'Discovery' gonna be a real good time.

I have one last thing to say about Snoopy.  If you look at his two Petfinder Ads previously shown in this article, Snoopy CAME FROM TEXAS.  Even 20+ years ago, the Retail Rescue pipeline from Mexico to Texas and then shipment to the Northeast for resale was already active.  I have emails from that period showing that I questioned them as to whether Snoopy came from Texas and they never answered. 

Another interesting side note to this story was my interview of animal rights extremist Hilleary Bogley in 2001.  I tried to interview as many people that would agree to talk to me that had interactions with FOHA over the years.  Bogley claimed to have done undercover investigations into FOHA several times.  She referred me to her buddies the Animal Legal Defense Fund (ALDF) for help.  They just sent me a propaganda package filled with PETA fact sheets and others.  Nine years later Bogley would attempt to destroy me. 

Ultimately I did not save Snoopy.  He disappeared and his fate is unknown, but I started writing about retail rescue and the horrors within it and 21 years later I'm still writing about it.  You can thank FOHA for all of that. 

As for FOHA, they are still in business, still raking in the cash (over $2 million in assets while sitting on 20 tax exempt acres valued at $700,000+) and still getting in trouble for housing and reselling vicious dogs.  They currently have at least 1 dog registered with Virginia's Dangerous Dog Registry.  



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






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 P
hillippe 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

RAID! The Storming of my Home - 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   Picture the scene 10 years ago.

Many show dog breeders conduct oceans of genetic health testing on their dogs in order to produce the healthiest puppies possible.  We care about what we are producing and cry over issues that come forward.  Our dedication to our breeds frequently mean long road trips to far away specialty veterinarians and appointments booked more than 6 months out.  Twice a year Dr. Luis Braz-Ruivo, a board certified Veterinary Cardiologist in Bowie, Maryland held a genetic cardiac health testing clinic for dog breeders.  My dogs have been tested by him for years.

Three WP's poodles shown at Grantsville, Pennsylvania

Even with the horrific stock market crash in September 2009 that derailed the American economy I still made my regular appointments as usual.  I had been booked to see Dr. Braz Ruivo for months.   I got up that morning at the crack of dawn not seeing the tornado heading my way. I had no idea when Roo-Roo and I were cuddling in bed before the alarm clock went off that this would be the most tragic and horror filled day of my life. I had no idea I'd never see her alive again.  Instead, Petra and I drive four hours to Maryland and back again to have her heart tested.  Dr. Braz-Ruivo told me how much he loved my dogs and she was in the peak of health.  I bought her McDonalds as a treat on the way home.  She happily munched on french fries while I focused on navigating the Capital Beltway around Washington, DC. 


Twenty minutes after I arrive home, a vehicle pulls into my driveway.  Sitting in the truck is a vegan animal rights extremist named Hilleary Bogley who is friends and pals with serial sex predator Wayne Pacelle (ex-CEO of HSUS).  I knew she had been destroying animal owners for years.  The old head of Fauquier Animal Control was a good ol' boy who knew animals and farmers and rarely tolerated her drivel.  But as always happens, he retired.  The new head  Animal Control Lane 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.  I knew whatever was going on in my driveway, was not going to end well if Bogley was involved.  
Pierre and I showing at Bel Air, Maryland

I walk up to the truck and stop them from getting out.  Bogley tells me they received a noise complaint of dogs barking and demands the right to search my home.  I ask for particulars of the complaint.  She tells me that if I let her into my house to 'look around' then 'this here will go no further.'  I'm not stupid, I know this woman sold her soul to the devil.  As an emaciated long time vegan she's never demonstrated a love for animals that I've seen.  I ask them if they have a warrant.  Phillippe says no and I say, well I'm going to need one because you have no legal right to search my home.

They leave promising a warrant is coming.  I frantically start calling friends and fellow breeders for help.  Almost all of them scoff at me and tell me to take my tin foil hat off.  They tell me that a barking dog complaint doesn't qualify for a warrant and I need to chill out.  Only 2 people believe me and start for my home with crates loaded in their cars.  Unfortunately both lived hours away.   The first friend who responded arrived at my house 5-10 minutes before Bogley was back.   The other friend arrived hours later after half my dogs were already gone. 
Faith, a WP's Poodle at Beltsville, Maryland

Phillippe gives me the warrant.  It says nothing about a barking dog.  Instead it proves I was right that my anonymous complainer, Suzanne Dokovna was an undercover animal rights terrorist.  She is now claiming that when I sold Barkley to her, he was 'dirty' and that's Bogley's probable cause to raid my home and steal all of my champion dogs.   Bogley lied when she claimed a 'barking dog' complaint is the reason they were at my home.  

From the minute they enter my home, Bogley starts chanting what sounds to me like a highly rehearsed speech, that my “Poor poor dogs will be receiving their freedom today.” “They are about to receive their freedom. They will be set free now.”

Bogley then suddenly stopped her chanting about freedom and turned to Phillippe and said, “These are very poor dogs. She is not keeping them legally. The dogs are in awful condition. She is not being truthful about her situation here.” Bogley orders Phillippe to seize both Petra and Roo.   My heart just about burst out of my chest when I heard her say that.  My Roo? I wanted to scream to the rooftops, “You miserable old hag! You can’t have my Roo!” As I struggle to remain calm Phillippe speaks up and says, “Both of these dogs look in good condition. They look fine to me.” Bogley said, “We take them.  We take them all.”  Phillippe is visibly uncomfortable looking.  He says, “What is the probable cause to take them? They look fine.” Bogley snaps back, “The seizure itself is the probable cause.  Now take them.” She goes on to say, “If we don’t take them all now, we will have a hard time coming up with probable cause to come back and take them later.”
Stoney, a WP's poodle being shown at Grantsville, Pennsylvania

She briefly stops chanting about freedom to complain about a smell on my property.  It was one of the few times Phillippe says anything back to her.   He says, “I can’t smell anything.  If there is a smell it is not feces because I can’t smell any feces.”  It was the last time he questioned her.  She continued to chant about freedom and my 'poor poor dogs' while suddenly fully loaded raid trucks start appearing in my driveway and a force of civilians are running in and out of my home.  I demand to Phillippe that he order all of these people to leave and he just stares at the ground and continues to follow Bogley's orders.  If this theft of my dogs whom Bogley has never seen before was not replanned then how do all of these people know to show up here with full loaded vehicles?   Funny enough they later claim to not own enough leashes to take my dogs and steal all of mine and half my grooming equipment.  Bogley has vehicles full of brand new dog crates but as the daughter of multi-millionaires she can't afford leashes?  

For the next 12 hours I'm held in 'custodial custody' and forced to watch my home trashed and destroyed.  To listen to Bogley chanting her hate speech over my dogs and to see them react to her in terror. Someone somewhere at sometime kicked in my kitchen screen door and shattered a pane of my door glass. Since they were already in and out of my house for hours before the damage occurred, there is no excuse for kicking my door in other than to make my home look ‘deplorable.’  As for Bogley's crew, when they aren't busy stealing whatever isn't nailed down, they fake pretend that they are professionals.  Three of them wear plastic booties over their shoes, 1 girl brought a homemade white hazmat suit to add to the fun and games.   Everyone else is wearing dirty tennis shoes.  
Peanut, a WP's poodle being shown at Warrenton, Virginia.

A corrupt local thug cop shows up halfway through the raid to watch the fun. He’s obviously enjoying my tears. Meanwhile up to 6 cops and 12 ‘rescuers’ are wandering in and out of my home like it’s a block party. Halfway through Bogley’s boy toy boyfriend shows up in dirty farm boots and walks all through my home. These unprofessional civilian thieves have put my dogs at a far greater hazard than anything I could ever do. No one sanitized their hands before snatching River’s puppies that I spend weeks saving, bottle feeding and hand raising. Who knows where any of these people came from before trespassing in my home, stealing my dog leashes, grooming equipment and abducting a dog. 

 The Fauquier cops who stood around are just as guilty as Bogley and their crew. They all had to graduate police training to get their jobs. They had to know this was illegal, but no one said a word. All they really care about is that taxpayer funded pension they will be getting.   I graduated from military police school while I was in the Army.   I know about how law enforcement is supposed to operate.   
Blaze and I at Bel Air, Maryland. 


As the raid progresses through the night Bogley takes so many photographs with her high powered expensive camera that she turns night into day.  All you hear is click, click, click, click, click. She take close-ups inside my trash can. She takes close ups of dust bunnies in corners behind crates to make a little piece of dust look like a mountain. She flips over poopy newspapers from the puppies and flicks them around to make my house look more disorderly.   She dumps over my mop bucket of Pine Sol filled water and floods my kitchen.  The bleach water soaks my floor for more than 12 hours while her raid force is in my home, forever staining the floor surface.  The raid crew bring in oceans of mud and then walk through the mop water creating trails of 'feces' for Bogley to endlessly photograph in darkened light.  



The only noise louder than the camera clicking is Hilleary Bogley's non-stop chanting. She chants stock animal rights terrorist phrases like, "Oh Wow! This is bad!" as she looks into clean crates.  She continues to chant that my dogs are receiving their "freedom" now.   I can tell by her body language that she hates dogs. They can too. They are all cowering in fear and dead silent. The only one making noise is Roo-Roo. 


For 12 hours I was forced to listen to Roo-Roo screaming in terror in Phillippe's truck. She may have been the 2nd dog taken but his truck is the 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.  

For 12 hours Roo-Roo screamed in terror locked away in his truck, soundly ignored by this sworn Fauquier Sheriff's Deputy.  

 Coming up next are the stories of each of my dogs that were stolen this horrific day and what was done to them.  

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Thursday, February 27, 2020

The Anonymous Complaint - 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.


“A liar begins with making falsehood appear like truth, and ends with making truth itself appear like falsehood.”
William Shenstone, English Poet (1714-1763)

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 
Reserve Best in Show winning 'Blaze'


Picture it 10 years ago. I've been hit with a 1-2-3 punch that has caused a situation in my home that has never happened before. I have literally triple the number of dogs in my house than I normally cared for. I have retired adults for sale and unsold puppies. The first punch that hit me was September 2009. The stock market crashed. A massive recession hit. Millions are thrown out of work. The market for poodles collapses immediately. With their grooming requirements, poodles have a reputation as an expensive dog. Overnight, no one wants to buy a poodle. The months trickle by as I pray for the market to recover. I continue to house and care for the dogs that are for sale but I have no buyers.

Desperate to sell dogs and cut down on the number of dogs in my home I slash the price of the dogs for sale. The older puppies I now list for an $150 adoption fee to cover the price of a spay surgery. I still have no buyers. Weeks go by without a single application. 


 All of the adults for sale 'have' homes allegedly. My current families want them but they all ask me to wait and they will take their dog when school ends for their kids and they have more time. I know these are all excellent homes so I agree to wait until they are ready. I should have been firm and demanded the dog be placed when I want it placed but I want my dogs to go to good homes. I agree to wait while I struggle to sell the puppies.

In desperation, I start advertising on places I had never touched with a ten foot pole. I start advertising on places I despise like Craig's List. Anything to get buyers for these dogs and get them placed in homes.... That gives the local animal rights activist the 'in' she is looking for but I didn't know it at the time.

They send a buyer, Suzanne Dokovna, in to buy one of the older 6 month old puppies from me from the September litter born around the time of the stock market crash. At $150 a puppy, they have nothing to lose. I didn't know she was using her middle name as a last name. I researched her background as I do all visitors but I found nothing on her.   


I asked her to fill out my buyer application repeatedly but she constantly deflects me and pretends to have 'missed it.'  She finally gives me an unlisted cell phone number.   I kept pressing her for a home telephone number (a land line) or a work number to verify her identity and again pressed her on filling out my application. She refused. We exchange dozens of emails and talk on the phone several times but she has one excuse after another why she can't verify her identity.  I finally send Suzanne an email telling her that AKC record keeping requires me to document where every dog has gone and if she would not provide me with her name and address I could not sell her this dog.  I should have walked away.   She gave off so many red flags but I was desperate to get the 6 month old puppies placed in homes.  


She demands the right to come to my home immediately after I have gotten off of work so I have no time to put the dogs out to potty or clean up after the puppies. This is yet another red flag that she is a crook. She claims to want to take this dog immediately and that she comes from an experienced poodle family. She claims to be 'so excited' to have found me and wants to give one of my dogs a good home.

She twanged my radar the whole time she was in my home. She was the youngest person I've ever sold a dog too. She looked to be in her very early 20's. She arrived in an expensive luxury car, something far beyond her ability to pay for at her 'retail job' she told me she had. I knew she was a bad apple but couldn't figure out how to stop the sale. I never expected she was an animal rights mole, I thought she was simply an inexperienced home.

She is visibly freaked when I make her sign a sales contract. All Whispering Pines poodles were always sold on contract no matter what. She's very upset but at last she agrees to sign.

One of the clauses she signed states: "The Buyer agrees to have Puppy spayed/neutered between six and ten months of age and not used for breeding at any time. Should the buyer violate this clause and breed this puppy/dog, they will pay the Seller an additional $3,000 due immediately upon such an act taking place."   

While this may seem onerous, Suzanne the Sell-Out paid me $150 for her puppy.  ONE HUNDRED AND FIFTY DOLLARS for a purebred poodle puppy out of champion parents.   Her father is reserve Best in Show winning UKC Champion Amandi's Fire And Ice.  Her mother is UKC Champion WP's Le Chocolat Du Luminary, CGC, CHIC.

Another clause she signed: "Seller guarantees Puppy to be in good health at the time of sale; however, it is advised that Buyer have Puppy examined by a licensed veterinarian to validate the same within three days of Ownership Transfer."



Truffles, mother of her puppy
Since I didn't check her driver's license I have no way of knowing the last name she gave me isn't her current last name but actually her middle name. I didn't know she thought she was 'doing good.' That she thought she was righteously destroying some sort of 'puppy mill' even though the parents of her puppy are titled champions.

At no time did she ever see any part of my house except a front sitting room. She met some of my adult dogs but she was not given a tour of my home. I thought that was safe.

I was wrong. I forgot the basic premise of the animal rights movement. They LIE.   Most Americans don't know that animal rights does not mean better care for animals.  It means they all DIE.  

I'm just 3 weeks from the destruction of all my dogs including Truffles shown here.   They claimed I was a mentally ill abusive puppy mill hoarder.   Funny how they waited 3 weeks to 'save' my dogs from the most 'deplorable conditions ever seen.'

Why did they do that?   

They waited until they gauged that River's puppies were 8 weeks old and at a perfect resale age.    Why should they take them any earlier and then be forced to care for them until they could be legally sold?  It makes perfect sense to a thief to wait until the breeder has fully and completely raised the puppies, vaccinated them, wormed them and fully groomed them all.  Then its suddenly the perfect time to save them from 'cruelty.'

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