After my interview with Chris I asked him to send me the story of his pit bulls Karma, Trinity and Neo. Here below in Chris’ own words is the story of his dogs:
A few months after I was in a motorcycle accident, and still off of work recovering, my girlfriend (now wife) and I went to the local shelter. We each had our own dog. She had a Shepherd mutt, I had a Rottweiler. We decided that since I was not working, getting a new dog would be a little easier to deal with. What we found, by going there on a whim was a litter of 8 Pit Bull pups. They were just 8 weeks old and had been put out for adoption that morning. These pups had been found in a crate, in a shed with no ventilation. It was the first part of September, so that means these dogs were found in the hottest part of the year. The people at the shelter were confident none of them would survive. They were so young when they were found, and full of fleas. The shelter had to bottle feed them. The general consensus from the shelter was that these were an unwanted litter from a fight ring.
We fell in love with the only brindle pup in the bunch. She was a blue brindle, and the sweetest dog of the bunch. I called a few friends, and within a few hours, all of the pups went to good, loving, responsible homes.
We decided to name the new addition to our family, Karma. We though that since all of those pups had a rough start, and they were now all in great homes, it was Karma bringing balance back to the world.
Life with Karma was interesting to say the very least. She was the greatest, most mischievous dog I’ve ever had. I could tell you hundreds of stories, but I’ll stick to just a few. Being that Christmas just happened, we were reminded of the time that while Karma was living at my house (she went back and forth between my house and my wife’s house, as we hadn’t moved in together at that point).
I was in my office, doing something or other on the computer, and my Rottweiler, Billie started whining and making all sorts of noise. I went out into the living room to find that Karma had not only pulled several ornaments off the tree and promptly removed all of the extremities of every ornament, but she grabbed ahold of the garland that was on the tree, and drug said tree half way across the living room.
There was no doubt that Billie had just “told on” her sister, and there was also no doubt that it was Karma that had done it. When I got into the living room, the garland was still in her mouth, and she was actively pulling the tree.
There was a time that Jess, my wife, had gone downstairs to do a load of laundry, and when she came back upstairs, she was missing a dog. Her Shepherd mutt, Jack was sleeping in his chair, but Karma was nowhere to be seen. She called for her, and could hear Karma’s collar and tags, but couldn’t see her. Then Jess looked out her picture window to see Karma in the front yard, staring up at the tree she had just chased a squirrel into. That’s right, Karma figured out how to open Jess’ front door, and went outside to tree a squirrel.
Everybody loved Karma. Karma loved everybody. In true Pibble fashion, she was super excited to see everyone for all of 25 seconds. Then she couldn’t care less that you were there, and just sat across the room and stared at you. We had our fair share of ignorance peppered into our life with Karma, as anyone with a Pibble has. Mostly, though, she was accepted by everyone, and changed more than one person’s mind about Pibbles.
As they say, all good things must come to end. It’s a fact of life, and a fact of bring dog’s into your life, that you will eventually have to say good bye. We just weren’t prepared to do so this quickly. We adopted Karma in September 2006. She started to get sick in March 2008. It started off with her not eating as much as usual. Then it quickly turned into her not being able to keep any food down at all.
We took her to our vet. They kept her overnight, and gave her fluids and some anti nausea medication and sent her home. We tried to get her to eat. She wasn’t interested in food. We boiled a chicken breast, and Karma ate that, and was keeping it down. She managed to keep it down for a few hours, but it eventually came back up rather violently.
We rushed Karma back out to the vet. They kept her there for 5 days, and ran a battery of tests on her. The vet’s office loved Karma so much, she had free reign of the office. The whole time she was there, the only time she was in a kennel was at night so they could keep giving her fluids.
We got a call that said they had done several tests, and taken several x-rays. They were hoping to find a blockage of some sort, but what they found was a “spot” on her lung. We went out that night to talk to the vet and see Karma.
We weren’t prepared for anything that happened that night. Karma was skin and bones. She had lost 15 pounds in 5 days at the vet’s office. That’s not the kind of thing you expect when you show up. (I must interject here, and say that I do not blame the vet for anything about this. They did everything they could, and a whole lot more for Karma. We love our vet and continue to take all of our animals there.)
Once we were over the shock of seeing Karma, we went to look at the x-ray that showed the “spot”. I keep putting “spot” in quotes because that was term the vet used. I disagree with that term. What we saw on the x-ray was a mass in Karma’s lung that took up over half of the lung. She was diagnosed with a rare form a Juvenile Lymphoma.
We were then given a choice. Karma was too sick for any kind of radiation therapy, so we either let her starve to death, or ease her suffering and say goodbye. The vet then offered, free of charge, to do an exploratory surgery, just to make sure they didn’t miss something in the x-ray that might be blocking her intestines. They said that they couldn’t, in good conscience, put Karma down without trying one last thing.
Then I had to do the hardest thing I’ve ever had to do in my life. I had to sign that piece of paper consenting to have Karma put to sleep. The vet asked if I wanted a phone call to let me know if they found anything or not. I told them to only call if it was good news.
Jess and I started to walk out, and then I had to do the second hardest thing I’ve ever had to do. Karma started walking with us. She wanted to go back home. (It’s been almost 6 years, and I can barely see the screen through my tears as I type this) We said our goodbyes to Karma and left her standing in the vet’s office, tail wagging, wanting to come back home. The next day came and went, and I never got a phone call with good news.
I’ve never forgiven myself for not being there with Karma when she passed. I know that it was impossible for me to be there because of the exploratory surgery, but it has haunted me from that day. I’ve been searching since that day to find a way to make that up to her. Bikers Against BSL is my solution.
The story doesn’t just end there, dear reader. There is more.
To say that Jess and I were devastated is an understatement. We knew we wanted to get another dog, it was just a question of when. I let Jess decide when, as Karma’s death hit her the hardest.
About a month had passed and Jess started looking around for Pibble pups. Now, before you start jumping our shit about not adopting, read the rest of the story.
We found a woman through the paper that had pups for sale. I believe she was charging $150. Jess called her, and she told us she had a male and a female available. Jess’ Shepherd mutt, Jack doesn’t handle other males well (he just stops eating), so we went to go look at the female.
This is where things got shady and weird. We had to meet her in a gas station parking lot because she said she was moving. A little odd, but we proceeded anyway. When we go there, she had two females, not a male and a female. She told us that the person who was going to take one of the females decided to take the male instead.
These dogs were tiny. She told us they were six and a half weeks old, and were eating solid food. Jess and I didn’t make any decisions right there. We told her we would call her back if we decided to get one of the dogs.
Once we got back home, I started thinking about some of the things she said. It was April 15th, and she told us the were born on March 14th. March 14th was the day that Karma passed away. That was not just a mere coincidence in my mind. Then I remembered she had told us that the dogs were 6 1/2 weeks old. I pulled out the calendar, and realized that the dogs weren’t 6 1/2 weeks old, they were 4 1/2 weeks old. Then I realized that this woman didn’t ask us a single question. She didn’t ask about our yard, if we had any other dogs, if we were going to use the dogs as bait dogs for fighting, etc.
This all started to make me very uneasy about the quality of “breeder” she was. Jess and I talked it over for about 15 minutes and decided that since these dogs were born on the same day our Karma died, and this woman obviously didn’t give a shit about where these dogs went, we had to get both of them. That way at least 2 of them didn’t end up in a horrible situation.
We called the woman back, and told her we would take both pups. She was insistent that we do it that evening. It was already 10 PM, but she wanted those dogs gone. We met her at the same gas station with our $300.
She asked us what made us decide to get both dogs. I told her that these two were born the same day our last Pibble had died, and that we thought it was Karma’s way of telling us we should get both dogs. I meant that statement in two ways. 1, that our dog that had passed was sending us a message to get them both, and 2, the cosmic force know as Karma was telling us the same thing.
Never once did I tell this woman that our first Pibble was named Karma (this is an important point).
When I told her it was Karma’s way of telling us to get both pups, the first words out of her mouth were, “Karma? That’s their mama’s name.” I just stared at her for a minute. I asked, just to make sure I heard her correctly. “These two pup’s mom is named Karma?” “Yep. I’ve got her picture on my phone, hold on.”
She went though the pictures on her phone until she found the picture of the dog and then showed it to us. I swear to you on everything I hold sacred in my life that the picture she showed Jess and me was the spitting image of our Karma. These two pup’s mom was a blue brindle as well. At that point, I knew we were making the right choice.
I practically threw the money at her, grabbed the dogs, and we sped away. Even though we went through a breeder, and I use that term very loosely, I still feel that we rescued these two dogs. God only knows where the rest of that litter went.
Now we have a Shepherd mutt, a Rottweiler, and two Pibbles from the same litter. We worked very hard to keep those two alive in the first few weeks. Our vet has told us time and time again that they’re amazed we were able to keep them alive due to them being taken away from their mom so early.
Trinity and Neo as pups.
Trinity and Neo now.
We named them Trinity and Neo (yes, after the Matrix). Trinity is black, and had a little white triangle on the back of her neck. There was no other name that would fit. We wanted to keep their names related, and Neo immediately started responding to her name.
Karma has influenced quite a few decisions I’ve made over the years since her death. Starting Bikers Against BSL is one of them. I am forever grateful to have had her in my life for the short time she was here.
Souls that leave this earth too soon are known as teaching souls. Karma has taught me a lot. If starting Bikers Against BSL in memory of her ends up saving just one dog, then I know everything was worth it. It’s my way of trying to repay the debt I owe her for teaching me the lessons I needed to learn, and it helps me feel better about not being with her when she crossed The Rainbow Bridge.
This is why fighting BSL is so important to me. This is why I will not give up until every dog is safe all over the world. This is for Pibbles, but more importantly to me, this is for Karma.
I believe that Chris and Jess white DID save Trinity and Neo from an unknown fate. I believe they encountered a puppy mill operation that clearly had no regard for the dog’s health but only cared about the money they would bring once sold. Now you may ask yourself “what does this story have to do with BSL?” The answer lies in the fact that we all know that puppy mills pumping out pit bulls in such a manner don’t care where the dogs are going. The only thing they care about is the money the dogs are making them. They will sell to anyone with cash no questions asked. This makes it easy for dog fighters to pick up these pups to use as bait dogs or to train as fighters.
We all know that dog fighters perpetuate the myth that these dogs are bred to be killers, after all it does them no good to have their dogs seen as loving family pets now does it? As long as puppy mills breeding pit bulls exist it will be a BSL issue because it is one of the main reasons dog fighters still exist. We are not just fighting bad legislature, we are fighting the people who turn these dogs into monsters in the eyes of the public. If we want our pibbles to be seen as the loving intelligent family pets we all know they can be, we have to realize that there is a lot more to this fight then just convincing the government to overturn bad legislation.
DO join the fight against puppy mills! Don’t know where to start? Head over to our friends at National Mill Dog Rescue and ask a few questions, they will be glad to help you understand the problem, and aid you in becoming part of the solution.
Know nothing about dog fighting and it’s impact on the pit bull breed? Our friends at the Anti-Dogfighting Campaign will be more than happy to inform you!
Want to join Chris and Jess White in their fight against BSL? Head on over to the BABSL Facebook Page show your support and join the cause!