Meet Jeri (black and white female) and Tommy (yellow and white male). They are our barn cats. As you can see, they have a tough life.
Tommy and Jeri were dropped off on our porch when they were about six weeks old, not by some human being, but by their feral mother. There were three kittens, but for some reason, she took the third one with her.
We didn’t think we wanted any cats. We have never been cat people. We had no idea what we were missing. They refused to leave, and I couldn’t let two little kittens starve. So they basically adopted us, not the other way around.
But you know what? We have taken care of them. They work for a living, of course. They are wonderful hunters. Sometimes, unfortunately, in the course of their duties, they kill birds and even small rabbits, but mostly they kill mice.
However, we feed them. We feed them well. Because Tommy has had a near-fatal episode with urinary crystals, they are on canned cat food. It runs us about $30/month, a bit less in summer (when they find more prey) and a bit more in winter (when they have more trouble hunting).
Furthermore, Tommy’s illness cost almost $450. In addition, he got hurt one night, which led to another visit to the vet costing over $100. (As a result of that incident, a infected bite on his leg from some assailant, they are shut up in the garage at night, but allowed out on their own during the day. They rarely leave our property.)
And way back when they were babies, now eight years ago, we had Jeri spayed and Tommy neutered. That was another $150 or so.
This is how it is when you have pets. They are helpless animals who cannot care for themselves (the cats come closer to being able to do that our dog would, of course), and the responsibility is ours. In return for our investment of both money and time, we get something I didn’t know was possible until we actually did it – companionship. From two cats. I had no idea.
Tommy is the big friendly guy. He loves everyone and greets strangers. He hangs out wherever we happen to be. Jeri is our “fraidy cat.” Most people have never even seen her because she hides from strangers. But she’s very fond of us.
We have a dog. We’ve always had a dog, a series of them. All of them have been our responsibility. Our current dog, Minnie the Magnificent Muddle-headed Maltese, is an idiot. There she is, in 2005, when she arrived at the airport in Anchorage.
She promptly became very ill with coccidiosis and we spent more than $1000 over about a two-week period keeping her alive. (The vet predicted that she’d be fine once her immune system matured and was absolutely correct.) We then spent about $100 having her spayed once she was old enough.
She’s a total pain in the ass. She has no job. She has no function whatever except to drive us crazy. She goes bananas when she meets people. We thought she would grow out of it, but she’s now eleven years old, so I think that’s not going to happen.
The only positive thing I can say about Minnie is that she is really cheap to feed. (Well, and we love her. There’s that.) She is so small that she eats only about 1/4 cup of food a day, along with a small handful of liver treats (homemade). It costs way more to feed the cats than it does to feed her.
But she’s our responsibility too. And even though she’s an idiot, and it’s often inconvenient to deal with her, she is our idiot.
And all that leads me here.
As I documented in the article about the baby chicks, animals that come to live with the Nauglers tend to die young. It happens over and over again.
And it didn’t start with poor Ranger. Remember this from the above link?
They’ve had chicken-killing dogs all along. They have almost no “livestock” now because they can’t care for poultry or goats or dogs properly.
But back to Ranger. Where did he come from?
That’s where he came from. The Nauglers had a male Pyr and a female boxer. And the Nauglers do not get any vet care for any animal, ever, just like they do not get medical care for children. That means they do not spay or neuter anyone, and that includes not only dogs but Nicole and/or Joe.
They have dogs that are a dime a dozen. Nobody wants these dogs. Nobody gives a shit about a big white mutt dog. The only type of dog that is less desirable is a big black mutt dog.
But the Nauglers just plow ahead. They have no money. They resort to living in a garden shed with no utilities because they have no money. Yet they have all these damn dogs, and they let them breed indiscriminately.
Furthermore, I am fairly certain that if you had contacted Nicole in January of 2015 about Ranger, you’d have discovered that obtaining that puppy involved an exchange of money. Your money into Nicole’s hand. They were selling these pups.
And Ranger was advertised as having an “excellent guard dog personality.”
[I cannot make this stuff up.]
Well, some sucker got Ranger. Maybe for money, maybe for free by that time. Dunno, but it doesn’t matter. Ranger found a home but then was returned. Why? We aren’t told. It “didn’t work out.”
So they have had Ranger back on the Blessed Little Killing Ground for about a year now and he’s been systematically destroying every small animal or bird he can find.
But before we go further, let’s look at advice from the Blessed Little Dog Grooming and Professional Dog Trainer.
Puppies require training.
Who knew that? And at the Blessed Little Killing Ground, you know who does the training?
Of course. The children do fucking everything. That comment, by the way, accompanied a video of the goats running about with the dogs running about and the children sort of watching all this. She thought it was funny. I thought it was a school for predatory dogs, frankly. “Chase the goats! It’s fun.”
You know what? The goats should have been fenced all the time. All the time. Not at night. All the time. But this predated Goatgate. Furthermore, you can get goats (or calves or cats) to come when you want them. It’s easy to teach them to do that. Just feed them. Use the same bucket all the time. They will come. You don’t need a dog to chase them.
All the puppies were trained. . .
Only they obviously were not. And here we learn why the dog, advertised as a fucking guard animal, was returned. He was returned because he killed livestock.
So, Nicole has had this dog for an entire year knowing that he kills livestock. She didn’t have to wait and find out the hard way. She knew. She’s known.
And she’s made one half-hearted attempt (that I know of) to find him a home without livestock. In the meantime, he’s killed and killed and killed.
And now he’s apparently done it again. She doesn’t admit that, but I think he probably did.
So she’s had it.
The “experienced groomer” is also a dog trainer, it seems. Only when she gets home. . . well, there’s Facebook.
Nicole Naugler would not know “well-trained” or “well-cared-for” if she was at the Westminster Dog Show.
Look, I understand that livestock-killing dogs get put down. If a dog comes on this property and starts chasing our calves, he’s in grave danger. We’ll try to simply run him off (and we’ve done that a time or two). We keep two donkeys to deter dogs (and we care for the donkeys, including having their feet trimmed about every six weeks or so). We have good fencing. But if a dog breaches the fencing and dares to defy the donkeys, he is going meet the business-end of a rifle.
This, of course, is almost certainly what happened to the Naugler dogs when the Naugler adults abandoned the Blessed Little Killing Ground (while the children were in state custody ) to avail themselves of the comfort of running water and a swimming pool and a clean bed with room service.
As it happens, I have met Ranger. He came out to the road to greet us during my first visit to the Blessed Little Killing Ground. All we did that day was ride by the property. I was in the area and I wanted to see the place I was writing about. No humans were home. We didn’t stop. Neither did Ranger. He lunged at our truck, snarling. I was afraid we’d hit him. Had we done so, it wouldn’t have been our fault.
He got free, she says. You understand that this means that this dog lives chained up. He has on a leather collar and is chained to a tree (or that’s what it appears to be).
This is the life that the great Groomer Nicole, that person who gives advice about dog training, and even offers classes in pet care, and tells everyone how its done, provides for her own dog.
And when the dog doesn’t meet expectations and the situation doesn’t improve, after an entire year, she suddenly decides she’s had it and is going to put a bullet in his head.
And lest anyone be deceived by her words put to sleep, that’s what they mean. She does not mean that they will take the dog to a vet and have him injected. She also does not mean that she will take the dog back down in the woods and shoot him in the head. And Joe is unlikely to be the chosen executioner.
The only people on that place that ever do anything are the kids.
Forcing a child to shoot a pet dog is a very different thing from taking a steer to the slaughterhouse. For what it’s worth, we have slaughtered pigs right here on this property. Me and Dave, all by ourselves. And when we decided to take them instead to the Mennonites, who have a meat-processing place, Dave went over there and watched them kill because we are responsible for our animals and we want to know what happens to them. And it is nothing at all, nothing, like a kid shooting a goat in the woods.
When Dave shot our pigs, he would stand there calmly, waiting for the exact right moment, to make sure he killed the pig with one shot instantly. The slaughterhouse uses a stun gun. Same thing. Instant.
Our animals have wonderful lives and then one bad moment. They are unaware of death and have no idea it’s coming. The Naugler animals live with hunger and fear all the time (if you don’t believe that, what do you think the lives of those dozens of chickens and rabbits were like?)
What Nicole is telling us here is this.
They have been typical irresponsible animal owners. They do not take care of anything they have, not their children, not their property and in this case, not their animals.
They allowed two undesirable dogs to breed and produce a litter of undesirable puppies when by her own admission, the shelters are full. Then they advertised and sold this puppy as a “guard dog.” When that bounced back in their faces, they settled on inertia and assumed that like every other problem they’ve ever had, it would take care of itself.
And it hasn’t.
And so, now, she uses emotional blackmail to get her followers to solve her problem for her.
Do something about this dog, do something I’ve had a whole year to do but didn’t bother, or I will get my children to put a bullet in his head. Oh, and while you’re at it, he’s cost us a fortune and please donate.
That’s what this is about.
This is not her first brush with animal cruelty.
She wasn’t just being all innocent and she didn’t know and the dogs actually were indoor couch potatoes. This occurred in the dead of winter, with terrible conditions outside, and her dogs were out there with no shelter of any sort for hours and hours. And somebody quite rightly reported the situation. It’s never the way she spins it.
And criticism of her irresponsibility is met with this. See? It’s all our fault. It’s everyone else’s fault.
She’s “exhausted all resources.” And she’s kind and loving and not an asshole who created this problem in the first place.
What “resources” has she exhausted? Well, that’s a bit like the reporter asking Sarah Palin what she reads. “Everything. All of them.”
Okay, so we checked. The local shelters just don’t take a dog that kills chickens. Right? Nicole knows, because she has exhausted all resources. And by the way, nobody was talking about solely no-kill shelters. At this point, any shelter is better than the death sentence she has pronounced on the dog.
Meet Cowboy. Cowboy is a very lucky dog. He’s lucky because Cowboy is not a Naugler dog. Cowboy was taken in by the Meade County Animal Shelter.
Here’s Cowboy’s history. He was adopted, then returned because he kills chickens.
And what happened to Cowboy? He was put down, of course, because no shelters will adopt out a livestock-killing dog. Nicole says so.
See the date? Original post about Cowboy on June 1. By June 5, he was adopted.
And without any sense of shame or any self-awareness at all, Nicole posts this on her salon page at the same time that she’s threatening to kill the dog if somebody, somewhere, doesn’t take responsibility for her neglect.
Nicole, you are a sorry piece of shit. Seriously. It’s the neighbor’s fault. It’s always somebody else’s fault.
And her followers come to her aid, absolve her of responsibility and do the work she should have done herself. She is to blame for this. Nobody else. That dog, like all the Naugler children and livestock, all the living beings who have to live under the control of those godawful people, is a victim.
This is not about Nicole the Blessed Little Dog Killer “trying to do the right thing.” She has had two fucking years to do the right thing. That dog is not neutered, has never been to a vet in his life, has had no vaccinations of any sort, has had no training, has been fed the cheapest dog food available, and has been chained to a tree almost continuously with no shelter.
But she’s tried everything.