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Animal Welfare Challenge : Knowing where your food comes from

I'm writing this as part of Rumpy Dog's Animal Welfare Challenge.


The Rumpydog Animal Welfare Challenge
I care for animals, and I believe in the protection of animals. I am not a vegetarian. I endeavour to only buy and eat meat from farms where I have seen the animals, or where traceability and accountability exists. The supermarket system means that we only ever see pre-packaged meat, and who knows exactly where that product has come from?

The recent and ongoing horse meat contamination of beef products, although alarming, is not surprising. Those of us who have thought about food provenance for some time, understand that it is just not possible to produce cheap food, without compromising on quality and standards. So, I'm all for farm animal welfare, whilst at the same time producing a high quality product that is nutritious and delicious to eat.

Setting aside the financial drivers of cheap food, I believe that we should all eat the best quality food that we can afford. I am outraged that food standards in Europe have fallen so low, and I am horrified at the thought of those poor, uncared for animals entering our food chain.

I live in a farming area, where farmers are proud of their livestock and the reputation of their product has taken generations to develop. We can see the animals in the fields as we walk the dogs, we can see that the animals are well taken care of. It is these farmers that we like to support, British farmers, local farmers. Because by changing the way we buy food, will mean a better quality product for us to enjoy, and improved farm animal welfare, for years to come.






A post in support of World Animal Day

World Animal Day Blog Hop
Sponsored by Terri Giuliano Long, author of In Leah’s Wake, and David M. Brown, author of upcoming title Man vs Cat


Themba’s story 

Themba was a delightful little Boxer dog. He was highly intelligent, spirited, even naughty. And he packed a punch. He was tough. Which is just as well, given his health issues. He was advertised in the local paper. The Breeder wasn’t all that friendly but a little research turned up that she is a top breeder of Boxers and has been a judge at Crufts. Themba had a pedigree as long as my arm. He was also crypt-orchid, had a broken tail and a heart murmur. But apart from that, he was ace.

Being crypt-orchid can be a problem, so he underwent a small procedure to remove the undescended testicles from his body when he was about a year old.

There was nothing we could do about his tail. I think it must have been damaged during rough and tumble with his littermates. He was born shortly after the ban on tail docking was implemented in the UK.

And then there was the heart murmur, indicating the presence of aortic stenosis. This is a problem in Boxers, but there is a register, which is supposed to provide prospective Boxer puppy buyers with information. I only found this register by chance this year. Themba’s dam and sire were tested for aortic stenosis. The bitch had it. That in itself doesn’t preclude her from breeding (based on pure Mendelian genetics), but it should mean that the breeder tells buyers about it. She didn’t, but our vet is very good and picked it up straight away.

The Breeder did offer to take him back, but as he could not be used for stud, I worried that he would be destroyed. So we kept him, warts and all, and I so glad we did. Our other dog, Brin the Boxer, adored him.

This story raises two important issues. One, dog breeders need to be brought to account. This breeder was highly successful. We saw both Themba’s parents and they were fine dogs. She was not a puppy farmer. We felt confident in our purchase. We asked all the right questions. Our puppy was Kennel Club registered. Shouldn’t the Kennel Club have told us that his mother was registered with aortic stenosis, albeit mild?

Secondly, our two puppies, both pedigree Boxers, came from very different backgrounds. Brin was bred in a family home. We met his mother and grandmother, both beautiful animals. We were even interviewed by the breeder’s young children! He was completely socialized to dogs, cats, horses and children. A clear example of nature versus nurture.

We had Themba in our lives for five short years, and in case you are wondering, Themba means ‘hope’ in Zulu.

The happiest dog in the world

He was the happiest dog in the world. His tail never stopped wagging. Three months ago, he was diagnosed with severe, clinical aortic stenosis. Since then, his physical ability declined, as the frequency of cardiac syncope increased. Each collapse was followed by a period of prolonged recovery. Last night, Themba died.

It was a pleasant evening, warm and still. He had enjoyed his short walk in the woods, and was in position to survey the garden. He spotted a squirrel making its way over to the bird food, and quick as a flash, he was off. 

He collapsed under his favourite tree, and for a while it seemed he would recover. Then, as we comforted him, his heart stopped beating. Mr B and I, and Brin, were with him. It was very peaceful under the tree.

R.I.P. 
'THEMBA'
2007 - 2012
Died chasing a squirrel

Look out for my first eBook, to be published on Kindle soon 'The little dog died'. Often, the first we learn about death is the sad passing of a beloved family pet. This little book explains some of the hard life lessons by talking about the death of our lovely dog. For children aged four to seven.





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