Today, on my Facebook feed, amongst the photos of kittens with yarn and puppies adorably chewing their own feet, this photo of a pile of euthanized dogs wandered past:
It was accompanied by a bland but well-meaning glurge poem in which a dog wonders why it had to die despite solvable behavior problems. Now, I completely agree that solvable behavior problems are no reason to drop your dog off at the shelter (I believe firmly in Not Shooting The Dog), but the poem, alas, misses the point: the horror of this photo does not lie solely in that there are dead dogs in it. It lies at least partly in how they died: these poor things are in a gas chamber, and have just been gassed to death, likely with CO2. This is the view the shelter technician saw upon opening the door afterwards. (When this image is fed into Google image search, it turns up dozens of articles on gas chambers, and how horrible they are.)
That animals are euthanized at all, because people still view them as property, as a commodity, as something to be “dumped” when they become obnoxious or ill or old or inconvenient, is a terrible thing. That animals are still “euthanized” by CO2 is an even more terrible thing. The people spreading this photo are missing a huge opportunity to note that not only did these dogs die because people are occasionally irresponsible morons, they died in a terrible, awful, unbelievably frightening and ugly way. (Click on that link, which contains video, at your peril.) They were twice the victims of human carelessness: the first time by the actions of those who landed them in the shelter, and the second by the actions of those who thought “lowest cost” was the primary requirement when choosing a method of humane euthanasia.
This is one of those sad points where I have to give up and flail helplessly at the screen. The words all mush together into one big AUGH. I applaud the people trying to spread the word about what we are doing to our companion animals, and can’t fault them for their choice of photo. I wish that the Machine wasn’t so huge that thinking about one part of it (“convenience dumping” of “excess” animals) didn’t lead to the discovery of another, equally awful part (“euthanasia” of dogs by CO2). I think what is scaring me the most, right now, though, is that I know enough about the world to glance at this photo and immediately recognize it as a gas chamber rather than a freezer. I’m glad I know about it — I’d rather know than not — but sometimes I miss the quiet-in-the-head of not knowing this is happening. It was rather peaceful.
Posted in euthanasia, random, the Machine
Tagged "I died today", 2013, animals, carbon dioxide, CO2, dog, dogs, euthanasia, gas chamber, gassing, musings, pet abandonment, poem, shelter
Every year for the last ten-ish years, I have driven through Florida on vacation, and have noted garish billboards for a chain of gas station/tourist traps, which promise such inviting sights as jams, shell sculptures, and “gator heads”. Previously I’ve successfully avoided stopping at one, but this year the car got thirsty and I ended up gazing at…probably not the most garish collection of tourist tchotchkes I’ve ever witnessed, but definitely one of the top five.
Amongst a mind-boggling array of products based on the loosely local products of rum, sea shells, and oranges, I found these sad little creatures.
They appear to be juvenile dogfish sharks (a formerly reasonably common species which is becoming, for some reason, a tad overfished) and the word “SHARK” under them is the extent of their labeling, except for the price ($19.95) on a sticker underneath. The jars are just jammed into those circles of styrofoam. Educational? Decorative? Surely they are not meant to be gifts?
In trying to find the origin of the “shark in a jar” concept (what motivates this kind of behavior?), I note that this has been going on for a while, and is not an isolated phenomenon (although I am glad to note it seems confined to “tropical” locales). In fact, if you for some reason need a jarred shark, you can get one online right now, in large quantities if need be.
Where are all these baby sharks coming from? They are almost certainly a byproduct of another business, probably fishing the adult sharks for meat or research. Should we be happy that we’re at least using all the parts of the sharks, even for a purpose this frivolous? Or should we be terrified that we are processing so many of these sharks that we have this many — specifically juvenile, specifically this size — left over? What is happening to the other non-meat bits of the sharks? To the babies which happen to be smaller or larger than these jars?
Either way, I won’t be buying one for my friends back home. If these are meant to be decorative, surely there is something else which can replace them on a shelf; if they are supposed to be educational, surely there is something more detailed and useful which can be used for reference; and, if they are meant as gifts, surely there is some other way to show affection.
Posted in consumerism, random
Tagged 2013, consumerism, dogfish, fishing, horrible gifts, jar, preserved, roadside attraction, SHARK, spiny dogfish, squalus acanthias, taxidermy, tchotchke, tourist trap