Dixie and crew are doing well, Dixie will be on the local news station pet spotlight in December so we are really hoping that it finds her a great 'furever' home in time for Christmas, and that, I think, would be just awesome.
Side Note: I do NOT condone the giving of live animals as presents for any reason without careful consideration for the animals welfare and several visits to local shelters to see what will happen to that ball of fluff once it becomes un-cute.
http://blog.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=blog&pop=1&indicate=1
True not a real blog, but kind of makes me feel better knowing that he truly has ruined his life forever and that his pits are getting what they deserve: a better life.
However I think his ass needs to stay in the clink a bit longer, 'tis only just seeing as what he has done to promote the ugliness of the breed. The ugliness which is just the mirroring of the ugliness of the owner. Remember, all things are a reflection of their creator.
Also remember that every one of those Vicktory dogs and many hundreds of thousands of other pits all started out life like every other dog on the planet, harmelss, defenseless, yowling balls of fluff and infinite cuteness.
These two pits are actual Vicktory dogs, the others I cannot verify.
(There are several other photos posted in the myspace blog as well as a photo of my favorite pit Dook. Who belongs to one of my very dear friends mother. The rest of the blog post continues from here)
http://sports.yahoo.com/nfl/news?slug=ap-timdahlberg-111508&prov=ap&type=lgns
Vick wants to play, but what team would risk it?
A race horse he bought for $60,000 died of colic, the Atlanta Falcons are still trying to hit him up for millions they paid him, and the IRS and the state of Georgia want nearly $1 million in back taxes.
In 2006 he made nearly $15 million. Recently he reported total income of $12.89 for an entire month.
That's $12.89 as in 12 dollars and 89 cents. This from someone who, before things went terribly bad, categorized a $1,000 check to his mother as "chump change."
The numbers are cold, but they have to warm the heart of any animal lover sickened by what once went on at Vick's Bad Newz Kennels. To many, seeing Vick stripped of the material things he and his fellow millionaire athletes like to enjoy is almost as good as watching him go to prison in the first place.
Best of all, the dogs who survived the terror of Vick's dogfighting ring are having the last laugh.
They're the stars of a recent National Geographic Channel television special. They live in comfort in a Utah ranch, thanks to $928,000 Vick agreed to contribute to finance their care.
And now they have their own wine.
Yes, there's Meryl, looking anything but ferocious on a bottle of Syrah. And there's Lewis, peeking out from the front of another Vicktory Dog bottle.
Maybe Vick can pick up a $40 bottle when he gets out of prison next July, assuming things go as planned. If he's careful about not spending his prison earnings in the commissary, he could be paroled with enough to buy a couple of them.
He shouldn't drink too much, though. Because he's still got some football to play.
Buried in the hundreds of pages of paper detailing Vick's financial woes the other day in federal bankruptcy court was the declaration that not only does Vick expect to be reinstated in the NFL upon his release but also believes he will "be able to earn a substantial living" playing quarterback once again.
Good luck with that.
Just what team he believes will employ him to do so wasn't mentioned, but the Falcons are surely out. They severed their ties with the quarterback they once were sure would lead them to a Super Bowl and are now being led by a quarterback who has been so good in his rookie season that he just might.
Vick is supposed to be released July 20, so he could be out just in time for the opening of preseason camps. But how many teams are so desperate for a quarterback that they would risk the ire of PETA-types and other animal activists to sign an ex-con who admitted to doing some heinous things?
The other question is how much would they risk for a quarterback who has a career passing rating of 75.7, fumbles the ball once every 10 times he carries it, and hasn't played a down in two years. Quarterbacks who could run were once the rage in the NFL, but most teams today look for the traditional pocket passer.
If a team did take a chance on Vick, it would likely be for little or no guaranteed money with incentives kicking in only if he produces—something that can never be certain in the NFL, where injuries and age can quickly take their toll. Even then, Vick won't keep all his salary because under his bankruptcy plan he must pay part of any future earnings to creditors.
Indeed, Vick's financial mess is as much a cautionary tale to his fellow athletes as his criminal woes are.
He has assets of $16 million but owes creditors $20.3 million. His attorneys had to hire forensic accountants to find out where the money went, $18 million of it over the last two years alone as Vick bounced from one business deal to another and seemed to hire financial advisers he met standing in line at the supermarket.
Flush with bonus money from the Falcons, Vick bought houses by the handful, invested in a rental car franchise in Atlanta and poured money into a liquor store and restaurant. He hired friends, gave away money and cars, and could never say no to his mother, who got $700 for an Easter Egg hunt one year and $317,000 for a new church building the next.
Now he sits in a prison in Kansas after a staggering and quick fall from the top. Once a favorite of fans who couldn't buy enough of his No. 7 jerseys he's now vilified and hated by millions who will never forgive the despicable things he and his buddies did to their dogs.
A comeback is still possible, but my guess is that this story will not end well. Upon his release from prison, the odds are Vick will spend more time dodging creditors than defensive linemen.
The dogs are a different story. Those that survived will live in comfort the rest of their lives.
And for that, we should all raise a glass of Lewis red in celebration.
Tim Dahlberg is a national sports columnist for The Associated Press. Write to him at tdahlberg@ap.org
As many have said, blame the deed not the breed. And finally,
Don't shop; ADOPT.
jesus already.
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