As a dog owner, I feel guilty leaving my hounds in their kennel for even a few hours. Dogs belong with their human companions; curled up by the fire, lounging on the couch, chilling by the fridge hoping to snag a piece of dropped cheese.
Don't get us wrong, we love the cheer that lights up chilly December, but to the directors of a no-kill animal shelter in NYC, holidays spell little more than disaster for thousands of momentarily-loved pets in Manhattan alone.
Very few animals who enter the shelter system come out alive; instead, a high proportion are euthanized, often in horrific gas chambers, in spite of volunteer networks scurrying to place adoptable shelter dogs in homes before their short time runs out.
How do I know who you are? Because the people at Animal Control gave me Cocoa's intake sheet. You know, the one you filled out. The one that said Cocoa was 12 years old and you'd had her all those years. I just couldn't understand why someone would dump a family member.
After adopting his first dog last year, a pit bull named Trooper, Emmy-nominated television producer, Michael Levitt, felt compelled to go further, and added animal rescue -- specifically pit bulls -- to his slate of productions.