Don't Stop Believing

I know most of you are like me, and love your dogs, and cats unconditionally.
However, readers they're people in this world who simply have an extra special bond with animals. When I say animal person, these are the people I speak of, not the folks on the corner with signs begging you not to eat meat, wear fur, or go to the circus. If you have been on the swing for awhile, you probably knew this post was coming today. I hope you expected this from me. If you're new, I hope this post teaches you about the real me, Lisa, not The Bumpkin.
My John has this bond with animals, especially dogs, but all animals really.
We will have to get a picture of his pelican buddy who meets him at his fishing spot to grab a shrimp from the bait bucket more often than not. That bird loves John, and his excitement is visible when he sees him.
Dawn Brancheau lost her life yesterday doing what she loved.
She was to Orcas, what Steve Irwin was to Crocodiles, what Dian Fossey was to Gorillas.

Now I am not a mother, of any two-legged creatures at least, but I do know that children lead by example. Believe what they see, if you may. Please let's not even debate taking Orca whales from their life experience options. Please let Dawn's team carry on, with every ounce of our support. Promise me you won't talk the ugly talk. Promise me my friends.

I am disappointed with the whole slip and fall scenario. It makes it appear as if there is something to hide. Nothing to hide, it's a killer whale, no one was shocked in our animal people world.
She did not slip and fall. Watch Whale week? A killer whale grabs it prey, shakes it till it's stunned, and then drowns it. Everyone has a video camera, especially everyone at Sea World. Just stop, she wouldn't want it this way. Just stop. Dawn would want this to be her ultimate contribution to Orca research. Her final contribution.

Here's a quick side story to help you relate. I will tell you the Katrina story in full, one day, when I'm at peace with it all, but for now let me tell you this brief triumph. Day 9, the water in New Orleans has receded. We head for those dogs you saw on the TV stuck on the balconies, no food or clean water for 9 days now, somebody has to do something. My John, and the 19 vet techs who came from
Chicago Animal Welfare League to help him, start out after them. We have to trick the police to let us in, John handled that so well, that they gave us a police escort into the neighborhood where they had seen the most needy dogs in one concentrated place. After an hour or two of searching and trapping, we hear a wimper. These dog heroes rush toward it, to find a tan pit bull under 5-6 layers of chain link fence, trapped and still alive 9 days later. Some piece of crap left him in a metal pen in the backyard during the hurricane. When the levees broke, and the floods washed in, his pen, and all the neighbors chain link fences buried him. They determined he wasn't fatally wounded or injured the best they could, then My John, started cutting away with only a pair of bolt cutters. We were prepared for everything, thanks to the US Marine Corps training, there was a glimmer of hope. After an hour the leaders of the rescue group tried to talk John into giving up. We could be saving 10 in the time it takes you to save this one. They had only known My John for a day. Give up? You must be kidding, on a dog. Sure right, I myself starting looking for a place to rest, as I knew we were in for the long haul. One other man stayed for the fight. I love you Mark for staying by his side. How many times did it cross our minds, that this animal could attack John, it was in it's worse case scenario. Attacking was it's coping mechanism. He didn't care ya'll. If I said a word, he replied, "I'm not leaving this dog, Lisa." "You can leave if you want, but I'm not leaving him."
He endured till he was able to slip a muzzle on him and pull him out. That pit bull lives in a fancy high rise in Chicago today, because My John was willing to take the risk. Able, ready, and most importantly willing.


As I came to work this morning I thought of Dawn. Sure I was going to a good job, with decent pay, and a wonderful group of people. But today, my friends, I'm not making a difference in the world, no not really. Dawn's life and her death make me feel cheated.

Look at this picture. This is what she dreamed her whole life of doing. Her purpose in life was to bend the barrier line between animal and human, with Orca whales. Killer Whales Ya'll! She knew, and she reveled in making that connection, a connection that you and I will never know the glory of. Except maybe if you've ever been to Sea World, I remember at 18 how childlike I felt, and that I wrote in my journal, today I fed a killer whale. The magnitude still remains in the deepest part of my soul. Thank You Dawn. At this minute I still envy her. She died amazingly accomplished, while we are here still struggling with the simple things. Not a bad life.


Have you ever heard the story from a child who has visited Sea World and seen Shamu smile? Remember Dawn for those sweet words, her dedication made it possible.


From a 2005 article in the Orlando Sentinel

Dawn Brancheau steps to the edge of the pool, reaches in and splashes the surface of the 54-degree water.

A moment later a 5,000-pound killer whale swims to the surface and opens its gigantic mouth in wait of a salmon snack.

Brancheau, 36, promptly places a whole fish on the whale's tongue and rubs down her slick head.

As one of SeaWorld Orlando's leading trainers of its main attraction -- the killer whales tourists know as Shamu -- Brancheau knows her relationship with the giant mammals is vital to the job.

And it has been key in SeaWorld's effort to launch the first major update of its signature Shamu show in nearly a decade.

The remake of the show, coming this year, is SeaWorld's latest effort to step up its offerings in increasingly competitive leisure markets in Orlando and at its locations in San Antonio, Texas, and San Diego.

More than ever, theme park-goers today expect technologically advanced and fresh attractions that have never been seen before.

The big Orlando parks -- Walt Disney World, Universal Orlando and SeaWorld -- have recently boosted the thrill factor on rides and the wow factor on shows, a trend expected to continue in 2006.

"This is at a time when people's sense of entertainment is at a high level," Brancheau said. "We're making the biggest change we've ever made."

The new Shamu show, which will feature new interactions between the whales and their trainers, is scheduled to debut in May.

Brancheau worked her way into a leadership role at Shamu Stadium during her 12-year career with SeaWorld, starting at the Sea Lion & Otter Stadium before spending the past 10 years working with killer whales.

It was a trip to SeaWorld at age 9 that set her on that career goal.

"I remember walking down the aisle [of Shamu Stadium] and telling my mom, `This is what I want to do,' " she recalled recently.

The new show is the product of three years of work now in the final editing stage and will feature music written specifically for the whales and their movements as well as new underwater shots and monitors.

The show is designed to be inspirational, leaving the audience with the notion that if people can swim with killer whales they can achieve anything.

The dangers of the job don't go unacknowledged.

"You can't put yourself in the water unless you trust them and they trust you," Brancheau said.

If you have the time, watch Animal man Jack Hanna, talk of the fight his friend Dawn fought. It's about the animals, that's it, crossing and bending that barrier line.




Now, let's simply do what she asked of us, let's believe readers, let's just BELIEVE!




Love,
The Bumpkin

Bridge Detour Ahead.............

Note from the Bumpkin: Kick on the volume and turn it up, we are celebrating today.


The Bumpkin was 6 or maybe even 7 and playing at my grandmother's house. I see a Daddy Long Legs, and holler for Mammy to come and kill it. Mammy was my maternal grandmother, a full-blooded Creek Indian, a wonderful woman. She comes in, catches Daddy Long Legs, and lets him go outside. She tells The Little Bumpkin, that we Indians never hurt animals, because we when move on to the after life, there is place between here and there where we meet all the animals that we have encountered in our lives, and these same animals make the decision of where we go from this middle ground. I never forgot this, and I hope she sees me, and is proud!
Modern day animal lovers and rescuers call this place The Rainbow Bridge. They also believe that all the animals we help in this lifetime wait for us there. They are healthy and strong, and play freely till we cross over the bridge, gather them, and move on to a better place where we are all together.
Oh What A Day it will be when My John gets to The Rainbow Bridge. I hope there is no limit on how many animals can come with you to that better place, there will be more than many, waiting on him. As I write this post, my eyes are filled with tears, I love this man, I really do!

Friday Night: A friend, a animal heroette, who we will call Ms. Moon , is blessed enough to work in official animal welfare for a living, The Bumpkin's DREAM JOB, gives us a call about this Big Boy here:


This 1 1/2 year old Johnson American Bulldog was on his last day down in Florida. Big Boys usually don't get extra days, because of the cost of feeding them. He was prepared for the dreaded shot that would take him to The Rainbow Bridge. Ms. Moon heard about him through her entourage of rescuers, and made a quick phone call. She told him of a man in Mississippi that she knew, that would anytime intervene in the loss of an American Bulldog, if at all possible. You readers know this man too! Ms. Moon even coordinated a great group of animal lovers to piggy back ride him to Mississippi. We in rescue call this a Love Train. Destin to Pensacola, Pensacola to Mobile, Mobile to Biloxi, and etc. True rescuers that work in shelters often find ways to bend the rules a little to save a few that are otherwise doomed.

Last stop The Bumpkin's town. The conversation goes like this:
My John: "Hi there Big Boy, how was your trip?"
Big Boy: "Okay, I liked seeing all that beach and water. Who Are You? You aren't putting back in that kennel are you Mister? I'm too big for that kennel!"
My John: "Nope, Your'e going home Big Boy, to a forever home!"

Big Boy: "Really, Mister you gotta be kidding, my family gave me up and took me to the shelter, and nobody wanted me there, they said I was too big, and now you are gonna take me to a forever home? Really a forever home? I'm so excited! "

My John: "Last day, my ass, get in the truck Big Boy!

Big Boy: "Tell me about my new home Mister, where we going?
My John: "Were going to a self-made millionare's house (Bless you Mr. Cooper), and he's gonna take good care of you for the rest of your life. If you ever have any problems he'll call me and I'll be right there for you. There is even a girl that looks a lot like you there, you'll have a friend. Deal?"
Big Boy: "Deal! A girl could you hurry Mister?"

My John: "We're here what do you think?"

Big Boy: "I get this yard to run in, on over a 100 acres?"

Big Boy: "And a pond to play in too? I love ponds. This is wonderful, I can't believe it?"
My John: "Yep Big Boy, I hooked you up!"

Big Boy: "Thank you Mister, Thank You Soooo Much, you saved my life! Thank You Mister!"
My John: "No problem, Big Boy, you just do me a favor, and have a really great life! See you at the Rainbow Bridge, in a few years that is, not today Big Boy!"

Note to my readers: 30 minutes can really change a loving animal's life! Contact your local animal shelter, to feel the pride of making a difference! Could you give a little by posting a link on your pages back to this post, to spread the love of animal rescue?

Love,
The Bumpkin