Showing posts with label the dark side of rescue. Show all posts
Showing posts with label the dark side of rescue. Show all posts

Wednesday, February 28, 2018

Why I stand AGAINST Jim Dix and "Utah's Reptile Rescue Service"

I don't normally waste my time in mud slinging or on how other people do or don't run their own rescues. BUT someone needs to stand up and state publicly why Jim Dix should NEVER EVER be allowed to rescue animals again. The horror stories of how he runs his rescue have been whispered behind closed doors for too long in the fear that Jim will (and he almost always does) retaliate.

That ends with me. This is my public statement of why I have done everything I could legally do to prevent him from being the face of Reptile Rescue in Utah.

From a tank found in Mr Dix's possession
a leopard gecko who starved to death 

To my knowledge, I have never personally met Mr Dix. You may decide that this immediately invalidates my arguments, but I ask you to bear with me and keep reading. Most of the stories will have a link to my original blog post so you can verify the dates and stories. My stories are all word of mouth and lack the "Substantiation" required for court cases. Those with the first hand knowledge and pictures of his abuse & neglect also have first hand knowledge of how Mr Dix retaliates against those who go against him. They are scared to death of what he might do. My hope is that if I stand first, I can give others the strength to stand behind me.

Mr Jim Dix is a bully, not a rescuer.

There is a public Jim Dix who is often rather charming and portrayed as a picked on "Good Guy" who has gotten a bad wrap. I've talked to people who have only met this side of him. It is the Private Mr Dix who is a Monster--yes, a monster!-- who needs to be stopped from ever rescuing another reptile.

My Own Experiences: 

1- I began my own private reptile rescue out of my own house in December of 2012. I didn't really publicly advertise until the Spring of 2013. I heard of Mr Dix as being the main reptile guy for Utah. I was also warned to steer clear of him. One friend said "Jim can be a powerful ally or a terrible enemy. Don't cross him." I had just left another animal rescue because of the continual drama and assumed reptile rescue would be far less dramatic. I didn't pay much attention to the warning.

2- My first real experience with Mr Dix came in September 2014 with Fido, a large male iguana. At that point I was only focusing on bearded dragons and did NOT want an iguana. But someone claimed to have "rescued" Fido from Mr Dix who apparently had him in a plastic tub under a table all weekend at a local reptile expo. I was told the iguana would be "put down" by Mr Dix after the weekend and could I save him. "But if he needs to be put down, what can I do for him?" The answer horrified me-- Mr Dix's way of euthanizing iguanas (healthy or sick) was to tightly wrap them alive in plastic bags and put them in his chest freezer to kill them. I could not believe it! I had the iguana taken to my vet for a humane euthanasia. Imagine my shock when my vet called to say Fido was the healthiest iguana he had seen in a long time. I ran to a local pet store, bought a 55 gallon tank (the biggest size they had), and brought Fido home even though I was scared to death of him. I had him for two weeks before I found him another home.

3- In June 2015, a friend showed up at my door with another plastic tote containing another iguana. This iguana, Junie, had spent the last two weeks in the tote (instead of just two days) at Mr Dix's facility. Junie had been left behind after a local murder-suicide and Mr Dix stepped up to take him. If you read my first post about Junie, you'll see that I didn't mention anything about where he came from. Over time, I got tired of looking the other way instead of calling out Mr Dix for what I was hearing; the second post is more vocal against him (even though I didn't name names).

Over the years in between, I received many stories about Mr Dix along with very dire warnings to "not cross him." Most of these don't have proof more than my own memory and so I'll leave them out. I hadn't been in rescue more than a year before I realized that Mr Dix was a bully and a sham at being "Utah's Mr Reptile" even if he made the news every few months.

4- My biggest (and worst) experience with Mr Dix was in April 2016 when I took in 12 reptiles that were pulled out of a burning house by firefighters. At first I thought the reptiles were simply owned by the known meth user and producer who owned the house, but found out that they had been placed there by Mr Dix who needed more homes to put his rescued reptiles
In the beginning, I kept details of the fire victims' story private. I did not mention names or places and focused mainly on getting the reptiles healthy and adopted out. When my rescue partner started receiving threats and harassment, I put my foot down and called out Mr Dix and the meth user on my blog HERE. That call out earned us two weeks without harassment. But then it started up again (HERE). I refused to return the reptiles (only 11 of which were still alive) to Mr Dix or to the meth user living in his car. I delivered a list of requirements I needed for the reptiles to be returned and had it delivered by certified mail. A reply never came. It took about a month, but we were finally left alone. All the reptiles were adopted out into good homes and lived "Happily Ever After." There are many posts on the Fire Victims and you can read through the list if you click HERE.  During one of the post-fire inspections, an insurance adjuster found tanks and bags in the attic & crawlspace of the house that contained hundreds of animal skeletons. We begged him to make a statement to the police or animal control. As far as I know, nothing was ever done with the information.

5- Last year, I received a call from one of Mr Dix's volunteers (he contacted me several times through someone else but never called me directly) asking if I knew why a tank full of 12 bearded dragons would all suddenly start throwing up blood and then die within an hour. Why? Because his rescues just had. I even asked my vet if he had any clue. Neither of us had any idea, but the vet stopped questioning it the second he heard that it had happened to Mr. Dix.

6- 140 snakes were seized from Mr Dix over a month ago. It was during this seizure by animal control that 83 turtles & tortoises & snakes were put into boxes and bins and moved into a plumber's warehouse. Approximately a week and a half later, Mr Dix was admitted to the hospital. By the time the remaining 83 were found, they had gone two weeks with little to no food and water and no heat.  Remember that the reptiles were in the warehouse for a week and a half before he went to the hospital. Last week even with a broken foot and a full house, I took in 12 of the reptiles abandoned by Mr Dix and confiscated by the county animal control. Why? Because for the first time as a rescue I could publicly do something to help save the animals from him. Here's a News Story on how the reptiles were adopted out after being quarantined at the county shelter.

Other stories I've heard: 

-when volunteers would get angry and quit, Mr Dix would call their work, declare who he was, and lie about having to let the volunteer go because they'd been caught stealing. More than one employee lost their job because Mr Dix lied. Volunteers became terrified to quit because they feared they'd lose their jobs or he would have animal control take their animals.

-one volunteer went to change the water and add food to the water turtles' horse trough only to find that the living turtles could only get above water by crawling up on the backs of the dead ones. And yes, there were more than a few dead ones.

-Elvis, the alligator that appeared at every Utah's Reptile Rescue event, was actually several different alligators because they kept dying from poor care. One would die and a new one would be put in its place as Elvis.

-Mr Dix has been evicted no less than a dozen times in the last 3 years. It is always for non-payment of rents on houses and storage units. Though he may claim he has been discriminated against because of his reptiles (especially the venomous ones), a simple phone call will show you how many thousands of dollars each storage unit owner or homeowner lost because of him.

-Centerville city had so many residents complaining about the smell coming from the garage of the house where he was staying that the city council actually rewrote city ordinances to prevent wild animal rescues from operating within in city boundaries. That law was changed about the same time he was evicted again for non-payment.

-I am aware of several cases of Animal Cruelty and Neglect being pursued by multiple government agencies at this date. That's all they will say in an effort to keep their case strong and defendable. And yes, they know how to contact me and the pictures documenting the neglect have been forwarded again.

-As I have watched the #metoo movement on social media, I have wondered how many women wish they could stand up and say #metoo because of their time spent with Mr Dix. If you are carrying the heavy burden of guilt and shame because you were sexually assaulted or abused by him, I invite you to stand up in courage. I know of several sexual assaults committed by him that were shared in confidence.

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To you who don't know Mr Dix, I invite you to consider this testimony. If you'd like more pictures, I can supply them for you. I don't expect you to believe me immediately. I do simply ask you to consider all sides of the story. You can take my side or leave it, but at least now you know my side because I'm not remaining silent any more.

To all who have experience with Mr Dix and who have kept quiet out of fear
, I invite you to take a stand with me. He has lied about his power over you. He has lied about how he can hurt. He has lied that no one will believe. He is a liar and a manipulator. His power thrives in the silence and dark (like black mold or fungus). Silence will let Mr Dix win. You don't need to be afraid anymore. All of us together cannot be attacked.

To all those who have looked the other way and kept quiet because "it doesn't effect you," I ask this: How many more animals have died and how many other volunteers have been abused and how many lies have been told because you remained silent? What good has it done to look the other way? How has letting this abuse go on in plain sight helped any of us in the reptile industry? It hasn't. He makes us all look like fools. Take your own stand on what it means to REALLY rescue & own reptiles in Utah.

To Mr Dix himself and his devoted followers, I invite you to change. I'd like to believe at some point that y'all had good intentions and really wanted to help. But time and power has degraded you and you are doing more harm than good. Those reptiles that you left cold & starving are now happy, full, & healthy. Leave them be. Let them move on as you move on.

Your first reaction may be to attack me and try to discredit me or ruin my life-- Please don't waste your time. The more you fight, the more public I will become with the private information shared with me. A smear campaign against me will ruin you further. This is not a threat, this is a promise. The buck stops with me.



If you have your own experiences (good or bad) with Mr Dix that you would like to share, please feel free to email me: sw_southerlands(at)yahoo(dot)com 






Tuesday, May 23, 2017

Today's Second Rescue-- an "Aggressive" beardie, rescue 186

The second ad I found last night also horrified me! Two in one night was pretty intense. There wasn't a pic, just an ad saying the beardie was "Aggressive." I sent a text request for a pic and got this one:


Crappy, dirty sand. Half closed eyes. NOT good.

I asked about his set up. The answer wasn't *that* bad: a 40 gallon tank, sand, a hide, a plant, and some dishes. Okay, that's doable. What about the lights, I texted back.

The answer horrified me. "I keep him in the sunniest room in my house so he doesn't need lights."

Um? Excuse me?

What about a basking spot?

"We keep our house pretty warm."

Like 100 degrees? I don't think so.

This beardie had NO lights and NO heat and NO UVB. Is anyone really surprised he's "Aggressive??" Without heat, he can't digest properly. Without UVB, he can't metabolize calcium.

The tank was gross. Thin layer of sand, tiny hide, chameleon plant, lots of poop. He was not taken care of well because he was mean. No name either. He's very thin too. :( I paid $70 to bail him out. The beardie was only $40 but for an extra $30 I got the tank so it was a good deal (sorta).



I brought him home and got him into a clean tank with lights. Once he stopped freaking out, he took a very long drink from his clean water bowl.  And once he discovered the heat lamp, he did NOT move from it. :(  He kept his eyes closed and his face pointed towards the heat.


You cannot tell me he was "Fine" with no lights. Look at that face!!

He never was named and I haven't decided yet what to call him. Poor baby needs good nutrition, a blankie, love, and probably a good deworming.



If you'd like to help rebuild my "Blood Money" or "Bail Money" or "Emergency Rescue" funds, please click HERE.

Monday, April 24, 2017

Sweet Puddin' Pie

On Friday night, my latest baby Savvy Puddin' started throwing up coconut fiber. On Saturday morning, he threw up a huge chunk of it.


I gave him a saline injection to keep him hydrated and then I had to leave town for 24 hours. I had my husband checking on the baby every couple hours and he seemed to do okay.

Yesterday afternoon, I got home and found Baby Puddin's eyes were really sunk in. I gave him another shot of saline and then a bit of watered down Critical Care & calcium syrup.


He died about an hour later. :(

Poor Baby Savvy. I'm sorry I couldn't save you. I'm glad you were loved at the end.


Thursday, April 13, 2017

Sweet Tiger

Today I had decided to be brave and do what I've been putting off for weeks. I made an appointment to have our beloved pet beardie Tiger put down. He's been growing sicker and sicker and nothing we've tried has helped. Because he was adopted by my daughter, I hesitated to do it-- especially when I learned on her birthday that there was nothing else to try to make Tiger well. :(

Tiger has gotten really bad the last two days. And even though today has ended up being a super crappy day here, we decided we owed it to Tiger to stop his suffering.

I had hopes of putting up his first pic versus later and how we trained him to give us kisses and how he's been the best beardie ever. I'm not quite to the point of feeling numb, but I'm close. I can't do it. Two of my three kids have been crying over Tiger. So I'm crying for me because I am losing two in one day and I'm going to miss Tiger and I'm sad because my kids are losing another pet.

It's too much today.

Here's Sweet Tiger, wrapped in his Christmas blankie. Even though he feels terrible, he still had to bob his head at Ziggy. Silly Tiger. Fly high, my love!


There are no words...........................

I don't even know how to write this post. I can hardly even see the words on my screen. I went to feed Junior and found that he had died. ðŸ˜­ðŸ˜­ðŸ˜­ðŸ˜­ðŸ˜­I'm sorry. I have no words. Thanks to all of you for everything. For loving him, for helping to pay for his chance, for praying for him. ðŸ’”💔💔💔 I'll need time. I'll be back. It will just be awhile so I can heal.

Saturday, April 1, 2017

Sweet Baby Fry, rescue 176

Last night, some Idiot Owners showed up at the pet store where my friend works with their very sickly leopard gecko. They threatened to dump the sad lizard in the parking lot if the pet store employees didn't take him.

(um, yeah, don't get me started on that little manipulation....)

My friend took him and brought him to me.

Fry now is the WORST case of Metabolic Bone Disease I have ever seen in a leopard gecko.


Gaping mouth, dried out tongue, dislocated jaw, three layers of shed on his tail, a rubber skull, bent & blackened feet, a kinked spine.... Oh, and this baby is supposedly two years old.

I gave him 1 cc of saline and put him in a warm box for the night.

He did make it through the night, but this morning he looked worse than before. I felt 99.5% sure that euthanasia was the kindest thing to do. I took him to my favorite vet (who happened to be working today) for a quick check right after they opened. At first, he hesitated. Yes, Fry was bad, but there was some hope---- until he saw the jaw fracture.

There's ZERO hope for a lizard with a broken jaw and MBD. :(

I held Fry as he died. He will be buried in my flower garden.

Friday, March 24, 2017

Junior's Hard Day

Junior is having a down day. He's very lethargic and not opening his eyes much. I'm SO grateful that the sun is shining and I can give him an hour of sun therapy.


Rescue is a rollercoaster- up & down and up & down! Some days, you think "Alright, we got this; he'll pull through;" other days, you think "What am I doing? Am I just making him suffer longer?"

It is exhausting. And heart breaking.

Dr Folland told me yesterday that if Junior does die, it will be quick. That is a comfort. There are so many praying & pulling for him, but his poor little body might not have the ability to continue.

For now, I'll focus on his sunshine time. In an hour, I'm dropping off one of yesterday's rescued savvys to another rescue who will rehab him and rehome him. Tomorrow the female will go to a foster home.

Saturday, January 28, 2017

Sweet Lobo

Sweet Mr Lobo had a colossal seizure about a half hour ago and died. I found him on his back and righted him. A few minutes later when I checked on him, his mouth was open and his eyes were glazed.

Too little care, too late. :(



Sorry, Sweet boy. Run free now. Find your angel wings and fly high.

Over the First Hurdle

I admit I was SHOCKED to find poor Mr Lobo alive when I returned to the vet at 2 pm. He had moved from his spot where I left him and had pooped out a nasty dry poop with thick, sticky urates.

I brought him home and put him in a sick tank.



His pupils are dilated and he is off-center when he walks. :( His prognosis is still very, very poor. I'll continue with supportive care and fluids through the weekend. I have a vet appointment already scheduled for Monday afternoon and, if he makes it, Lobo will come with me then.


It's ironic because I woke up this morning thinking that it had been awhile since I had been on "Death Watch" with a beardie-- that uncertain time when I end up checking for breathing at night and in the morning. Well, here I am.

I'll keep you posted.

The Agony of Knowing when to Try and when to Let Go

My vet, Dr Echols, had the Parrish Creek clinic secretary call me this morning. A bearded dragon was brought in for an appointment this morning in very bad shape. The owners were willing to surrender it, but I was willing to try to save him?

I drove over to the vet after quickly getting ready to go. Honestly, the whole time I drove, I prayed that I would know what to do-- to try or to let go. I prayed to know if the beardie had what it took to make it or if the kindest thing would be to let him go.

Lobo was in BAD shape. It broke my heart to look at him.


I did my basic "life check" tests on him. I gently turned him over on his back, I offered him water, I felt his belly. He didn't like me messing with his plugged femoral pores or trying to pry his mouth open. His bursts of spunk reassured me that he wasn't all the way dead. 


I had a quick consultation with Dr Echols and we decided I'd try through the weekend. Yes, Lobo was bad, but there were some signs of movement. The big unknown factor, as always, is his kidneys. Have they shut down? Are they still working? The stress of drawing blood would have been too much for him so we had to move forward without that information.

I warmed up my corn bag and got Lobo ready to transport home. Once he was in my carrier, I noticed he did not look even a tiny bit lifelike. I pulled him back out and gently flipped him over (the easiest way to check for death). Lobo did not move. His head flipped back and he lay unresponsive. One of techs put the doppler probe on him and we detected a heart beat still. That was when Lobo decided to move himself upright.



Crystal, one of my favorite techs, gave Lobo a saline shot and we put him back into a warmed up brooder. The stress of taking him home surely would have killed him. We decided to leave him to sleep in the brooder until later this afternoon. That would give his body time to assimilate the saline injected directly into his abdominal cavity.

I don't expect to find Lobo alive when I return at 2. I think he made it fairly clear that he is ready to be done with life. :( He is yet another example of "Too Little, Too Late." Poor diet, inadequate care, no handling, no UVB, zero research on care-- I don't know if it even matters if one of these reasons is how he got this bad. There are always lots of reasons & justifications. In the end, it usually results in a death.

Pets MUST be a DAILY thing. Daily checking on a pet helps you learn what behavior is and is not normal. Check the temperatures. Check for poop (or lack of poop). Check for movement. Check for alertness and movement. Check for clean water in the cage. Check. Check. Check.

I can't tell you how many times I've heard "He/she/it was fine last week."

Um, no.

This level of neglect does NOT happen overnight. EVER. But if you aren't checking daily, you are missing the subtle ways your animal -- especially your reptile-- is trying to communicate with you.

Through his eyes, through his movements, through his poop, through his aggression, through his coloring, through his sleeping position-- your pet is trying to communicate!

Are you listening?? 

Thursday, January 19, 2017

Sweet Hermy

Today I say goodbye to my oldest and most wonderful pet-- my desert tortoise Hermy.


We got Hermy in May 2008 and she has been a delightful addition to our family. We suspect she's between 50 and 80 years old.

Poor Hermy has been very sick with a nasty respiratory infection that hasn't responded to 4 courses of antibiotics. Plus she has a massive urate (bladder) stone and an undefinable mass in her belly. She had a near death experience a couple summers ago where she got herself flipped over on her back in the middle of a hot summer day on our concrete pad out back and she's never been the same since. 


It's time to let my sweet girl go.

Rest in peace, Sweet Hermy. I'll love you forever. 

Sunday, January 15, 2017

Sweet Baby Sawyer

I'm sad to report that Baby Sawyer didn't make it. His broken spine and paralyzed legs made it impossible for him to poop on his own and his belly got more and more bloated last week. My vet and I decided that the kindest thing to do was to put him down. :( 

My only regret was that I was sick at home with the flu and couldn't be there with him when he died.

Poor Baby Sawyer. Run free, Lil Man. 


Monday, January 9, 2017

Sweet Sunny

I'm sad to announce that Sunny, my wee little baby ball python who was recovering from surgery, died tonight. She was having a hard time pooping after the surgery (because she kept prolapsing, the vet surgically attached her intestines to the abdominal wall). She pooped shortly before she died and it appears her belly started bleeding inside.

Poor Sunny.

I'm sorry I couldn't do more to save you.


Tuesday, January 3, 2017

Sweet Pokey

I made the hard decision at the vet to let Pokey be free from his pain and suffering. Poor little guy. The vet found a hard mass in his belly which also appeared to be filled with blood. :( Pokey can't eat or move much on his own and only weighed in at 7 grams.

There was not much hope for him. So we let him go.


I've had the opportunity to watch multiple euthanasias of sickly reptiles in the last four years and I have *never* seen one die as quickly as Pokey did. Within a second or two of being injected, he was gone. Poor thing was SO ready to go.

Sorry baby. I wish we could have saved you. Had we gotten you a month ago, we would have had more hope. But we had to wait for your owner to realize they couldn't get $30 for you. :( By then it was too late to undo what had been done.

Tragic.

Friday, December 23, 2016

Noel, rescue 164

I named this baby "Noel" which means "birth" in Latin because I hope this is the season for his re-birth.

 My rescue buddy, Heidi, dropped everything to go get him and bring him to me. She sent me pics of him along the way so I could see how skinny he was. She told me how angry she was to pick up him up (the dad didn't want to) because he was ice cold.



He did move around and open his eyes some while they were driving. That was a good sign that he was active once he warmed up.

The first thing I did was weigh him so I knew how many cc's of sterile saline to inject in him. 62 grams! SO tiny.



The second thing I did was offer him a drink in a warm bath. I held his head up because he didn't seem to want to. I dripped water on his nose and tickled his lips to get him to drink. It didn't work. Every so often-- especially when I touched his feet-- he would launch himself out of the bath. When he had his mouth open, I quickly dripped water into it. But it still didn't inspire him to drink on his own. 



I pulled some dead lettuce out of the corner of his mouth. It still had some amount of spit on it which is a good sign that he's not totally dehydrated.


I gave him a saline injection into both of his upper shoulders. It made him look like he had shoulder pads! It's almost impossible to take a pic of that. 



A saline injection between his muscles and skin will help rehydrate the cells of his body more quickly. I will give him one every 24 hours for the next 3 days before I offer him food. The primary focus for critically ill reptiles is always hydration. Once they are hydrated, their bodies can better tolerate food. Giving food (especially protein) to a critically ill bearded dragon is a sure way to kill them quickly.



Poor little Noel didn't even flinch when I put the needle into his back a couple times. :( His movements were all reactionary and largely involuntary. He was obviously in severe stress mode and not able to handle the changes.

While I was waiting for him to arrive, I set up Drake's old tank (completely sanitized, of course) for him. I put Noel onto a newly washed & warm hammock under a light.



Now we leave him alone and wait to see how much fight he has in him still. I will limit my interaction with him so he's less stressed. I will check on him frequently to make sure he's not dead. I call these "death checks" and I do them a lot with critically ill beardies (especially in the middle of the night). Tomorrow around 1 pm, I'll give him another saline injection and see how he does. Two doses of saline will help me know if his kidneys are still functioning or if they've shut down. If the malnutrition and dehydration have shut down his kidneys, then it is only a matter of time before he dies. There is no way to bring back dead kidneys. :(

He has a chance of survival if he can survive the stress of being moved today and if his body starts to process the fluid. But there's no way to know what chances of survival he has. It's just a wait and see thing. There's no other option.

This is the hard part of rescue. Waiting and wondering if you've done enough or if you're efforts qualify as "Too Little, Too Late."


I'll keep you posted.


Which one is Worse?

It's hard to say what is WORSE-- when a text inquiry asking for more or better pics of a bearded dragon goes unanswered or they respond and you are *horrified!!*

Ugh.

I talked about this ad last night:


I finally got a response this morning and I almost came unglued. I spent 40 minutes on the phone coordinating a ride from the city with the beardie to my house (about a 80 minute drive one way). I finally got someone lined up. He's on his way to me now.



Sometimes I just have no words.... well, no words I will say out loud because I promised my kids I would stop using bad language which is a bad habit I got into when I started rescuing... so I just pray. Honestly. I just pray that if there is ANY chance at all that the beardie has a chance of surviving that I'll know what to do and that I can get him in time.

I don't know what I'd do if I couldn't pray. I'd be a mess.

I will keep you updated on him. He looks really really really bad. Often they look better in pics than they do in real life. I suppose they could look worse in a picture too and be better when I get them, but that rarely happens.


Thursday, December 22, 2016

Curse You, Online Classifieds!!

Confessional Post: 
Online Classifieds get me into a LOT of trouble. 

Because I can't NOT look at them. Because I find sickly critters to save on them. Because sometimes the ads make me want to beat my head against the wall or say bad words. It's an addiction to me currently. I even deleted the app on my phone that takes me right to local classifieds, but that had no effect because I just open up that webpage in my Safari browser on my iPhone. 

Let me give you some examples from the past week of the struggle with online ads. 

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This pic attached to a Craig's List ad I found last week. 



Yeah, I know. HORRID! No reply to any form of communication I made. The ad was only a week and a half old. NO RESPONSE! It killed me. The pic still kills me. I bet you the beardie died before he could sell it. Then I have to tell myself that I cannot save them all.

P.S. There is NO other way to contact this person. I promise. So please don't. Please just trust me.

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Because I live in Utah, there's actually a different online classified page that's bigger than Craig's List. Crazy, huh? It's with a radio & TV station called KSL. So KSL Classifieds page is where I do most of my surfing-- read: suffering. 

www.ksl.com if you're curious but beware.

Like this interesting ad: "Buy Broken Tank and Get Dragon Free!"

Yes, I have a cracked tank that doesn't hold water, BUT wait! There's more-- you get a free foot long bearded dragon (not pictured). I'm waiting for pics of the beardie on this ad. No UVB, only a single bulb black light (60 to 75 watts max) hanging above one end. Not good. 

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Then there was this sad picture of a young beardie who obviously has the beginnings of MBD (Metabolic Bone Disease or Rubbery Bones). Look at the rubber bend in his elbow. *Classic* MBD symptom. The ad says (and this is a direct quote): "I'm trying to sell him I cant take care of him we have no money." **okay, I did actually add a period to the sentence because I'm just not a monster and I couldn't help myself. 

I emailed the owner. I usually just pretend to be an interested buyer and don't come out and say "You're an idiot and your lizard is sick." I did try that once; it did not go well. I ask basic questions: how old, how long have you had it, what lights does it have, what set up comes with it, does it have a UVB light, etc. etc..

Here's a screenshot of the last part of the text conversation I had with the owner. I'm going to assume that he/she is under 15 and has poor social texting skills because that makes me think of fewer bad names to call him/her. 



The set up, in case you wondered, is CRAP. NO substrate, one red light bulb, a stick, and a UVB light that is way too high and probably very old. So this one is a "Buy Overpriced Beardie and Get Crap Tank Free."

P.S. I've thought of at least a dozen snotty replies to that last message to me, but I'm being mature and I'm not actually replying back. Good luck, Buddy, selling a sickly & overpriced beardie. 

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NOTE TO SELF: STAY OFF THE CLASSIFIEDS! 

at least for tonight. 

and maybe tomorrow too. 

and don't text back people and call them "Idiot!" even if you really want to. 

Plus, I think when I'm really tired I'm a lot more snarky and sarcastic-- as evidenced by this post. I have to try to find the humor in things sometimes otherwise I'd be like that little black gamer cat sticker that I use EVERYDAY on Facebook messenger that's beating his head against the table. Seriously. 

Rescuing reptiles is great; it's the owners I have a problem with. 

Wednesday, December 21, 2016

Sweet Drake

I'd been dragging my feet about taking Drake to the vet to have him put down. I kept hoping he would rally and get better. 

But he didn't. 

Today I took him in and let Dr Folland euthanize him. Poor Drake was so weak and tired that he didn't even flinch as the vet struggled to find a blood vessel to inject the medicine into. His blood pressure was so low that it took six times before it worked. :( 


I held him while he died. Poor baby. Even Dr Folland apologized that all the meds and blood tests and eye drops and force feedings couldn't help Drake live. 

Fly high, little Drake, now that your eyes are clear and bright. 




Monday, December 19, 2016

Smoke Inhalation Effects Continue

Scorch, the male Burmese python pulled out of a burning house in April, almost died tonight as he started coughing up thick mucus that had accumulated in his lungs. 


His fearless owner spent an hour sucking globs of mucus out of his trachea to keep him from suffocating and then giving him mouth to mouth resuscitation until he started breathing on his own. 

My heart stopped when I read about how close Scorch came to dying. I laid down on my bed and cried as I chatted with Scorch's owner over Messenger. 

My guess is that Scorch's lungs secreted a mucus layer around the ash particles in his lungs and they collected into globs. I also suspect this is why Kindle died a couple months ago.  

The effects of the smoke continue. :( I'll be heartbroken if Scorch dies. He is absolutely adored by his owner. 

The fire was a nightmare in so many ways. I'm so sad that it hasn't ended. 




Thursday, December 15, 2016

Today's Lesson on MBD (Metabolic Bone Disease)

Today's Lesson--

Here is a side by side comparison of two monitor lizard x-rays. The one of the left is the Nile monitor that the vet & I chose to euthanize yesterday; the one of the right is a random x-ray off the internet. Notice the difference in the bones?



Solid, dense, calcium-stable bones almost glow on x-rays. You can see their distinct edges and patterns. MBD bones are hollow, pitted, and almost invisible because of the lack of calcium.

There are parts of the Nile's x-ray where you cannot see his spine through because of the shadows of internal organs. But the sad thing is that the organs are *under* the spine. Under! And you still can't see it. You can also see multiple fractures and curves in the spine and legs that never would have healed.

Here's the hellish part about MBD-- a lizard's body MUST have calcium in its blood supply to survive. If there is not enough calcium being metabolized (coming into the body through the food and then converted into usable calcium through sunlight or adequately powerful UVB), the body will steal calcium from the bones. The bones start becoming weaker and weaker until they are rubbery like Jell-O. When they are that weakened, simple touching and holding will snap jaw bones; a small fall will shatter joints; a leg that is caught and then pulled loose will disintegrate.

A reptile must have enough digested calcium through high calcium foods (whole rat/mouse bodies, high calcium greens, or gut loaded & dusted insects). But all the calcium in the world will NOT prevent MBD if there is no way to absorb it. In the absence of direct sun, a UVB light is a necessity. It must be 18 inches or less above the area where the lizard is the most. It also needs to cover the majority of the area of the basking spot. The problem with coil UVB bulbs is that their radius is very small and often in a different place than where the lizard is. You can combine heat & UVB with a mercury vapor bulb or you can buy a long UVB tube to run the length of the tank.

MBD is a hellish way for a lizard to die. Some pet stores will call it "Cage paralysis" because a reptile loses the ability to control its limbs. It is painful because of frequent breaks and fractures.

PLEASE DO YOUR RESEARCH! Preventing MBD is FAR easier than trying to correct it. All the reptiles I have ever rescued with MBD who actually survived it had a significantly shorter lifespan.