I am not the dreaded “dog catcher” or the “murderer” you call me. I’m not the one who allows your pets to breed, then dumps the unwanted puppies and kittens on roadsides and in shelters. I’m the one who must find the tiny animals before they die of starvation, exposure or
disease and, as an act of mercy, exterminate them. It hurts me to be forced to kill hundreds of animals each year, but because of your irresponsibility, I have no choice.
I’m not the one who abandons unwanted animals on the far road, telling myself some friendly farmer will surely take them in and give them a good home. But, I am the one who picks up the frightened animal who waits in
vain for its beloved master, wondering why it has been abandoned.
I am not the one who breeds and fights dogs in the name of “sport”. But I’m the one who fights the breeders and participants, and must pick u p the dead and dying animals that have been left behind.
So, remember the next time a stay dog bites your child, your trash is dumped and scattered, your pet is lost, stolen, poisoned or hit by a car, it is the Animal Control Officer you call not the “dog catcher”.
The next time your pet is picked up, or you are cited for neglecting or abusing it, remember that I am only trying to get you to fulfill your responsibility to your pet, your neighbor and yourself.
Do not scorn me. Respect me, for I am the product of your irresponsibility.
I love animals and I care.
