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Save the Pugs fund is based solely on donations by folks like
you. This enables GMPR to take care of the puppymill pugs that
come to us from rescues, shelters and puppymill breeder turn ins.
Puppymill pugs are used solely for breeding, without regard to
medical, emotional or social needs. They never leave their crates,
standing in their own urine and feces at times. They are not a
pug- lovingly adored- they are simply another form of income-
livestock to them.
Here are links to puppymills - they are graphic so I warn you now
if you have a soft stomach.
http://www.thepittsburghchannel.com/video/9163069/index.html
Link to video of puppymills- these are not pretty but you need
to see why we do what we do:)
Hugs
Karen
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2HM8UmHM8Uo
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iQxU7ZJrhY4
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JSb8bICrEaI
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kG7bXi0xylY
Amish puppy millers are the worst and we see some really bad pugs
coming to us from there through rescues. Your tax deductive
donation will enable us to continue to vet these precious
neglected, abused ones.
THANKS TO ALL OF YOU WHO HAVE DONATED-
KEEP THE WORD GOING AROUND- WE WILL CONTINUE TO SAVE THEM!
Once vetted- either where they are and we reimburse the vets or
here locally in NY, VT or NY, then they will go to our loving
caring foster homes to learn how to do everything. If you could
donate just a little- it all adds up and enables us to help save
more pugs.
Pls donate through this paypal button...
Or send your contributions to our treasurer at this address:
Phil Douglas
24 town line rd
Mendon VT 05701
Make payments to GMPR and in the comments section write- "Save the
pugs fund" THANKS!!!!!!!!!
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I looked at the people trying to see anyone I know.
The people looked at me and started to bid.
I wished I wasn't here, just wish that I'd hid.
Then off from the back of the room I did see.
The face of an angel looking right straight at me.
The angel raised her arm and began to shout.
I'll take her myself, I'll pay that amount.
Then I was carried away to a cage one last time.
I'd tried to be good and committed no crime.
The cages were opened and dogs left that place.
When my cage was opened I saw the angels face.
She picked me up and held me even though I smelled bad.
I knew by her voice the angel wasn't mad.
Then off to this place that I now call home.
By her side I will stay and never more roam.
I must have been blessed some time long ago.
Because when she holds me tight I just seem to glow.
I often times think about my life long ago.
Rescue people are really angels don't you know.
They save us from places called Puppymills you see.
I pray all my brothers and sisters will someday be free.
Author unknown.
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