The Funniest Thing I've Ever Heard a Child Say

Mom! There's a monkey in our tree!

Squirrel Monkey

It's been quite a while since I have even thought about this one, but if I were a swearing woman, I'd swear, It's really true!



My eldest daughter, who is now forty six years old, and has two adult offspring said this.



While I was in our living room, talking with my own Mother on the telephone, Sarita came running in from our back yard, calling me, over and over. I thought she must have gotten injured while playing. She was just soo excited.



She just kept repeating over and over again, "Mom, there's a monkey out back in our tree."



I first told her, "Honey, there are no monkeys where we live, it must have been a cat you saw."



She just wouldn't stop, and insisted that there really was a monkey out back and in our huge asian pear (sapote) tree.



Mind you we lived in an older section of Garden Grove, California, and our area was inhabited mostly by older, retired persons.



Finally, when she just would not accept all the possibilities I suggested that she may have mistaken for a monkey, I told my Mom that I had better go see what in the world she did see.



Just as I opened the back door, I caught a glimpse of a small, creature that was sort of greenish- gold in color, and it was not much larger than a kitten of about seven weeks old. But, it certainly had just jumped from our huge tree into another tree in our neighbor's yard.



I saw a long tail, and only a very tiny body and itty bitty head, that did not have kitten ears, either.



Whatever it was, I really needed to get it, before it got injured, or possible ran into the street and got hit by a car, of maybe was killed by someone's dog.



I was wearing a straight-line dress, and tennis shoes, certainly not properly attired for tree climbing, or even running, for that matter.



Sarita was running right behind me, while I headed to our next door neighbor's home to get permission to enter their rear yard to try to catch this little critter.



By the time I knocked on their front door, and ascertained no one was at home, just opened their rear gate, that little thing was just clearing their fence and heading for their other neighbor's place.



Every home I went to for permission to enter their private rear yard, not a soul was home, which was getting pretty frustrating by now.



As I headed for the next rear gate, that little thing scooted in the side door to their garage. Thankfully, their main garage door was also open, so I quietly went in, quickly glancing into every place I thought it may have run, when suddenly it again escaped through the side door again.



This time, it zipped up that door onto the roof.



Remember, I was still wearing that tight fitting dress, and tennis shoes.



I decided I wasn't about to grab a frightened creature like this, no matter it's size, it still had teeth, and I had no desire to get badly bitten.



Yet, if it got away from me again, there was only an intersection ahead, with more traffic, some stores, and a large church on the diagonal corner, so I had to something, and do it fast, and still not lose the little thing.



I decided I had best go home and grab something I could toss on top of it, like I have caught parakeets, or a canary that was being uncooperative.



I ran home, indoors, and swept up the cloth I used to cover my bird's cage at night, and ran back to try once more before I may have to give up the chase.



I guess the little thing was probably at least as out of breath as I, as it was still on top of the garage roof, just watching to see what I was about to do next.



When I started looking for access to the roof, that little "monkey" again jumped onto the door to the side entrance to the garage, and went back inside. (thankfully)



It then jumped on some boxes, and before it could do anything else, I flopped the cloth over it, and quickly scooped it up, and wrapped it so it could no escape again, and started for hoe, with Sarita still on my heels.



"See Mama? I told you it was a monkey."



I guess our little field trips to our small local zoo was just enough to educate her more than I realized it had.



It really was a very tiny squirrel monkey.



First, I made sure to get her something to eat and drink, as I had no idea how long she had come, or been on the loose.



It only took a few days for her to settle in, and not be so frightened of me. Meanwhile I set about calling every vet in our area, informing them that I had custody of someone's pet monkey, and wondered if they may have any monkeys as patients, or knew of any vets who treated monkeys. I also called out local pet shops, and feed stores, to get the information out there so that hopefully, someone that was her legal owner might be able to find her.



Three weeks later, there was a knock on our front door. Who would be there but a young teenaged girl who somehow had finally heard about the lady who had been calling everyone she could think of that she had this little lost monkey.



It was very difficult letting go now, as I had just fallen for that sweet very tiny squirrel monkey.



By the time she went home, we were all attached, and I set out to try to find one for me, (us).



There is more to this story, but since it is so long already, I will stop for now. Maybe another Plinky prompt will pop up that will give me an opportunity to finish the "rest of the story."

If I Had Unlimited Resources, I Would...

I would create a non profit organization to help educate the public about the many Fake Pet Rescuers that are not really saving animals, but killing them.



It's not like they are killing them at a shelter that is overloaded with dogs and cats that have not been adopted. They actually lie and tell people they will "place them in new "forever homes" and they will be well cared for until they are placed, even if it takes forever."



They actually trap pets that may have accidentally gotten loose, or lost or even stolen from their rightful owner. They don't care if they are wearing a collar with tags, or even if they are micro chipped, they are destroyed, usually within hours of being taken in or trapped.



In the meantime, the owners are bating the bushes trying to find their lost pet, and don't have any idea that it is already dead.



I would also provide finding for spay/neuter of pet dogs, cats, as well as pet pigs.



I would also create more Internet Web sites for free listing of lost or found pets of any species.



I would have provision for feeding pets of people who would otherwise have to give up their pets due to circumstances beyond their control, such as serious illnesses, loss of a job.



I would also have a program for helping with veterinary bills for pets of seniors, and disabled persons who have limited income.

Me, as a Teen

How we change with time, huh?

Well, heavens... At what age as a teenager?



I turned a teen at 13, but there were many changes between 13 & 19...



I never was a "shrinking Violet, " though I was not either a rowdy teen...



I had several decent friends, and pretty much avoided those who had no scruples and those who made jokes about things they had stolen from local businesses.



One extremely cute guy in my class named Jack, who practically every girl in school was after was one of those kids I chose to avoid. He thought he was the "Cock of the Walk" so do speak, and dressed in muscle shirts, and tight fitting levis, but was not the sort of person I wanted to be friends with at all.



There was also a very tall new girl in my class who was new to our area. Her family was from new York, so of course she had the usual Brooklyn accent, and a temper to boot.



She towered over all the rest of us, and I guess she thought she had to be tough to be accepted.



One day, she tried to pick a fight with me, and I told her that I didn't believe in fighting. Then of course, she called me "chicken." She said something to the effect, "You scared to fight?"



I said I was not afraid to fight, but that I didn't like fighting. Then, she said again, "C'mon, fight!"



I said, "I didn't say I don't know how to fight, but that I don't like to fight. I will not fight unless you start it, and if you do, you had better make your first punch your best one, 'cause that's the only one you will get. You start the fight, and I will finish it."



Sharon, her name, never bothered me again. Actually, she respected me, and we became good friends. I don't even remember her trying to start another fight with anyone.



Maybe it was something I said? Or maybe it was because I was one of the shortest kids in class, even though I was not the youngest, and she had blown her credibility since I gave her the option of striking the first blow, and when I said I would finish it, it may have made her feel like a "chicken."



I married at age 18, and was 5'3" and weighed 110, had brown hair, blue eyes, and my measurements were 40-22-36.



Our first child was born one year and four days after our first wedding anniversary.



Is that enough?



I'm now 65, weigh more than I'd like and am still 5"3" with gray hair, blue eyes, and now wear glasses.



However; people who knew my many years ago, could, until the last year or so. still recognize me, until my hair turned almost entirely gray very rapidly over the past 18 months.



I still have my own teeth, and am still the same person, although I have been widowed since 1995.

The Scariest Moment Came When With Only Inches To Spare

They were all staring death in the face

Their family was heading home from a day trip to the desert in southern California. They had been to Apple Valley, where they climbed some of the gigantic boulders and picked up sea shells among the mountains of rocks and boulders. They had a nice picnic and just were enjoying the open spaces for a day. For some reason her Mother was driving instead of her Father.



Her Mom was not a confident person behind the wheel, and the two youngsters were in the rear seat of the 1947 Chrysler. They had one of their dogs along that day, and he was also in the back seat.



The older child was in her teens, (about 16 or so) and the younger one, also a girl, was seven and a half years younger.



Suddenly, while their Mom was driving in the right hand lane, which was her preferred lane, their parents were discussing which side their upcoming exit would be on. Ordinarily, freeway exits are on the right hand side of the freeway, but their Father kept telling his wife that they would be exiting to the left.



The older of the girls didn't really have time to interject that she too was pretty sure the exit would be on the left, when suddenly, they saw a fast approaching exit, which was blocked by quite a few fast moving vehicles.



While the Father was just about to say that they could just go to the next exit, his wife, (their Mother) suddenly hit the brake full force and headed directly across the three or four lane freeway directly in the path of several rapidly approaching cars and trucks, heading for the left hand exit.



When the older daughter looked out her window, she saw several vehicles bearing down on them, and she just knew they were all about to die.



She laid her body over the dog, as he was already in her lap, and waited to die.



Somehow, they made it, and while all the other cars swerved to escape the collision, while others were just trying to get away from this crazy lady who was driving the guided four-wheeled death machine.



That was an event never to be forgotten by anyone involved, and if there had have been a wreck, there would have been bodies all over the road. This was years before seat belts had ever been installed in cars, and it was very likely that no one in that car would have survived the collision.

More People Coming Forward About HSSBV Pet Killers Name Lynn Hildebrand

Lynn Hildebrand Named as Primary Killer

Every witness that has come forward to speak about the afterhours killing of animals at the Humane Society of San Bernardino Valley has namedLynn Hildebrand as the primary person arranging for and committing the killings with her own hands.

A former co-worker insisted she personally saw Hildebrand kill thousands of healthy adoptable puppies, kittens, cats and dogs over a period of years. Several others said they witnessed Hildebrand late at night or on weekends unpacking her truck with cages and traps filled with moaning, crying and terrified animals, where she brought them into the 'kill room' and in short speed carried out the same containers, now empty, which she reloaded into her truck. The huge freezer, which can be seen at the back of the building, was often packed full of dead bodies until D&D Rendering came to pick them up.

Others have seen Hildedbrand's feeding stations throughout the County where she sets traps for animals. A shelter worker told how Hildebrand bragged that she answers 'free to good home' ads pretending to be an adopter but she kills the animals because, in her own words, "if I don't deal with them now, I will deal with their offspring later".

Hildebrand, 62, is not a vet nor a vet tech nor an animal control officer. Infact, her job description doesn't have anything to do with medically treating animals. Rather, Hildebrand's job title at HSSBV for the last nearly 20 years has been "humane educator" where she teaches young children in public school classrooms about the humane treatment of animals. Hildebrand is a resident of Corona, California.

Contact us at: hssbvInquiry@gmail.com

2 Top Executives Blow the Whistle on HSSBV

JIM RUESTER, Former Executive Director
Jim Ruester held the highest ranked position an employee could hold at the Humane Society of San Bernardino Valley, the Executive Director. He held that position between approximately January 2007 and August, 2007.

He was concerned about seeing Lynn Hildebrand after hours on a number of occasions at the facility when he stayed late trying to catch up on his work. He frequently saw Hildebrand with a group of women, and occasionally a man, none of which were associated with HSSBV.

Ruester witnessed Hildebrand and her crew take carriers filled with live animals from their vehicles and stack them in the hallways and into the 'euthanasia' room. He heard the animals crying. He said many appeared to be young and adoptable.

Ruester said Hildebrand killed the animals, then he saw her and her crew reload their vehicles with empty carriers. He noticed that the freezer was then filled with dead animals.

He stated his concerns to President Sue Dawson about the constant late night killings, which he said seemed 'excessive'. He also expressed concerns there was no vet present and that strangers were allowed on the premises with controlled drugs after close. He questioned why Hildebrand had access to the building, the drugs and more particularly why so many animals were being killed.

Dawson told him these matters were not his concern and not to worry about it.

But he was concerned and complained again. He was then terminated. He attributes his complaints as the reason why.

Ruester said there is a "killing culture at the Humane Society". He said they know the rescuers and no-kill advocates by name and they think they are fools because they think they can save all the animals. He said that Dawson and Hildebrand believe the only solution to overpopulation is to kill lots of animals. He added that Sue Dawson runs the place with an ironhand and no one is going to change her mind about the killings. He said that the Board is 'inbred', has been there too long, and that there should be fresh blood and a change of the guard.

MARY SHEETS, Former Executive Director
Mary Sheets held the same Executive Director position some time after Ruester left. She stayed for about one year and left approximately 6 months ago. She, like Ruester, expressed grave concern that Lynn Hildebrand was given free access to the building when it was closed in order to bring in truckloads of animals to kill them.
Sheets questioned why so many animals were being killed. She also stated that the animals looked healthy and adoptable.

Sheets addressed her concerns to Sue Dawson, but was told the same thing as Ruester, not to worry about it. When Sheets continued to question the practice, she was fired like Ruester.

More sites and Blogs about Humane Society of San Bernardino, and Lynn Hildebrand

I have just been made aware of another site that is being updated to advise the public as well as Legitimate Pet Rescuers read about the continuing story of the KILLING OF PERFECTLY ADOPTABLE PETS being killed at Humane Society of San Bernardino, as well as the person who appears to be, and who has been named by people who have worked with her, as the primary killer. There are also links on the page to which I refer, so you can follow this issue more completely.
While most pet rescuers realize there will continue to be killing of unwanted pets, they do not agree with the trapping and killing of every animal one gets. There are laws to insure pet owners have an opportunity to retrieve lost pets, and adoption of stray animals that have not been reclaimed by their rightful owner, or that have been "dumped."
These laws have been skirted for decades that many people are aware of, if not longer. The Police, and various other authorities who are suppose to uphold the laws pertaining to animals, ignore these killings. They tell who are reporting such things, that they mush even have videos of the actual killing, before they can or will take action.
There are also many people known to myself, who have even contacted the Humane Society of the United States in regard to one of their HSUS Veterinarian Facilities being used for mass killings.
When I personally called the HSUS office in Washington, DC, I was told to call the west coast office in Sacramento, CA.
When I called the sacramento office, I was directed to their Legal Office. I was told by a man there, that they would have to have more proof than just someone calling and complaining. I was told to report it to the local DA.
Yet, when anyone calls the Police of DA of any city or county I have heard about, they are told basically the same things I have mentioned earlier herein. They were told they had to have solid proof, such as videos. Yet, they themselves are sworn to uphold the laws, and yet they have not done so.
Maybe now, since the lid appears to have been blown off this huge secretly killing machine, they will check into the accusations, and follow up on "Sworn Statements"by people who were or are in position to know from first hand knowledge of these peoples crimes.

San Bernardino HS IN QUESTION

If you read the PRESS ENTERPRISE for today Monday, February 7, 2010, you will be shocked. It is finally getting some disclosure.
The San Bernardino Humane Society has been killing and supporting the killing of animals, such as dogs and cats, "for years."While they don't go as far as they could have, naming their "Humane Educator," Lynn Hildebrand, they do quote several people who have direct knowledge of the things going on after hours there.
This is a HUGE THING. This will help expose many of the FAKE RESCUERS, who are many of the people who regularly take in or trap dogs and cats, as well as perfectly adoptable animals, only to kill them.
If you have any first hand knowledge of this activity, whether by Lynn Hildebrand, San Bernardino Humane Society, or Pet Assistance, LCA Last Chance For Animals,Concerned Animal Lovers, Animal Friend Of The Valleys, or any other person or group who is secretly or clandestinely killing animals being brought in to their facility, please, please, contact the writer of the article in the Press Enterprise, or contact this Blog by commenting and it will be followed up on.

Do YOU Have Firsthand Knowledge Of Pet KILLERS, (FAKE RESCUERS?)

PLEASE, If you have or know anyone who was or is an eyewitness to the deeds of Fake Pet Rescuers, deeds of "wholesale killing" of cats and dogs, PLEASE, contact us at this Web Site and help hold them responsible for their illegal acts.
There are MANY FAKE RESCUERS in Southern California, and most likely the entire United States, as well.
PETA had a couple working for them who were caught "red handed"dumping bodies of dead animals in trash dumpsters in shopping centers, even at grocery stores a few years ago, and they actually beat the rap. Caught RED HANDED, and got away with it. It is not legal to dispose of dead animals in the trash, much less by the dozen.
I had some newspaper pictures up on my FaceBook Site of these two, and mysteriously, they kept vanishing from my pages.
Then, PETA also has pages on FACEBOOK.COM
I guess when they threaten someone with their "publicity" it usually scares them off. But, if enough of us keep after them, as well as the "powers that be" maybe we can make enough waves that the law will finally take action, at the very least making these creeps "fess up," and admit to the public what they really will do with the animals that are turned in to them, and how they spend the donations they get from people who think they are helping more animals get new loving, "forever homes."
How can you sleep at night, keeping such secrets?
I know how these perpetrators sleep, just fine, because they are living off the money donated, and they drive nice vans or SUVs and have quite a nice homes, as well.

Editor     Copyright 2010   January 26, 2010  1805 HRS.

Mission Statement

It is the mission of this Blog to educate, advise, and honestly report first hand information regarding Fake Animal Rescuers, and how they operate, and have operated in most, if not all of at least Southern California, since the mid 1950s, taking in and trapping both feral cats, strays, as well as people's pets, and killing all, or nearly all of them, while telling their defrauded trusting victims that they get homes for every animal they get.

This Blog will also publish many other topics concerning pet care, things to help in keeping your pets safer from toxic substances, as information about vaccinations, etcetera.

When we get reliable information regarding pet food problems, or other information which will be useful to you, that will also be published.

GIVING UP A PET

Have you ever given up an animal? Was it your own pet, or a stray which you were unable to place after being unsuccessful in your attempt to locate it's original owner?

Did it even occur to you to check out the person or Rescue group you released it to?

Have you ever before heard about Fake Pet Rescuers?

Not all Pet rescuers, even legitimate ones are No-Kill. Did you even know that? Face the facts. Most Pet Rescuers have only limited space to keep adoptable pets. Then, there is always a problem finding trustworthy and responsible people who can or will Foster an animal or two until they can be placed with caring, responsible people, who can also afford reasonable vet care for this pet.

Don't forget, We are looking for people who will give these animals love, and keep them for the remainder of their lives.

THINKING ABOUT GETTING A NEW PET

Why are you looking for a pet to begin with? Where do you begin to look for a pet? Have you taken the time to figure out what will happen to this animal when you are not at home? After all, you may have a full time job. What about when you take a vacation? Will you take your pet with you, or have someone you can really trust Petsit. Will you either have your pet cared for by a Doggy Day Care, or leave it at a Vet's office while you are away?

Do you have children? How old are you children, if you have any? Are your children old enough to understand how to treat a kitten or puppy, or even an adult pet? Don't forget about periodic vaccinations, whether for a cat or a dog.

Licenses and Micro Chips also cost money. Should you pet get lost, and end up being taken to a local Animal Shelter, there will be fees to pay prior to it being released into your custody, also.

Were you raised with pets? If so, where were they kept? Did they live in your home with the family, or outside chained or in a kennel? Maybe they were just allowed to run loose in the street, and get into your neighbor's trash.

So far, we have only scratched the surface when it come to things to consider prior to acquiring a cat, kitten, or a puppy or adult dog. This is a very long term decision, or should be. Don't take it lightly.

You see, there are many things to consider before even thinking about breeds, long hair or short.

Many breeds of cats as well as dogs are either in or out of fashion, depending on what breed a president may have, or some movie star's opinion of what kind or breed of dog is right for them.

A pet is much more than just what it looks like, as a puppy or after is matures into an adult, fully grown dog. You must also take into consideration what may happen when your beloved puppy grows older, and may get Arthritis, or hip displasia, and maybe needs surgery to repair genetic joint problems.

Different Breeds have different personality traits, and inbred instincts. For example, a Bloodhound is a dog that follows it's nose, so to speak. If a Bloodhound gets a scent, it can actually run itself to death.

Poodles were originally bred as hunting dogs, and they are not all just lap dogs, either. You must really learn a lot about different dog breeds before you decide what breed will fit your lifestyle, and living conditions.

Some cats and dogs live to be 15 to 20 years old, and some even older. Will you just have them destroyed because they have grown old? Or will you take the responsible course, and care for your pet though the hard times as well as the fun and good times?

After all, you are the only family they know. They were loyal to you, be you sick or not, beautiful or really ugly, they were there for you. They licked your face when you were sad, alone, or just in a bad mood. They stayed faithful to you. You should also remain faithful to them, as well.

When I was a child, and may have had a problem, I went to my dog, "Pal" who would lick my tears, and let me hug him until I felt better. Pal was mixed Cocker Spaniel and Terrier, and very smart. I still miss Pal, too. After all, I am now a Grandmother, and Pal has been gone for many years. But, I have not forgotten him.