THE ANIMAL’S PLIGHT AFFECTED EVERYONE AT CAMP KATRINA

TYLERTOWN, MS—“This guy was a big executive, the head of Morgan-Stanley, and he was sitting with the dog in the middle of the field”, Elizabeth recalls.  “We were running around tearing everything down because (Hurricane) Rita was coming in and they were predicting tornados here.”  The pretty Corgi came to the shelter pregnant, a stray picked up in the ruins of New Orleans.  She was trying to deliver the puppies and could not.  Elizabeth went on, “They had to give her a C-section, and her puppies were all dead, and we were trying to get the dogs moved out and put the ones left in the house and get everything into the trailers before the hurricane hit us and in the middle of it all this big executive with Morgan-Stanley was sitting in the field with Corgi-Mom on his lap and the tears were just streaming down his face.  An executive with Morgan –Stanley, crying and crying over what happened to that dog.”

She should not have been surprised.  Everyone cried over the animals and their stories, executives to housewives to farmers and everyone in between.

Corgi-Mom’s story had a happy ending.  She spent time in the ICU, in a cage in what had been a bedroom of the house on Obed Magee Road.  People walked her and checked her condition and fussed over her and exclaimed over her sweet nature.  And, in the end, she pranced up the steps of a swanky tour bus and was put into a cage secured to a bus seat and was on her way to the Hampton’s in Long Island, New York, with about 2 dozen other animals the Animal Rescue League took to foster out.  She’ll make someone a loving, loyal pet.

The people picking animals to go on that fancy bus kept asking ‘what’s the story about this dog’, and we kept saying ‘every dog has a story.’  Some of them we knew but most we didn’t.

Imagine the stories.  Imagine you are a pet, and one day your people put you in the basement or in a closet or pantry or carrier or tie you in the back yard and say “It’s just until the hurricane passes, we’ll be back tomorrow.”  And they don’t come back.  You bark, cry, whimper, meow.  And they don’t come back.  You eat the food and drink the water they left.  And they don’t come back.  Some of you see water coming in your house and find a way to climb above it, or manage to swim until it goes down.  Some of you get out.  Some of you are the now famous ‘rooftop dogs’, shown worldwide on the news.  Some of you don’t make it out.  But you all now have one thing in common – you were left alone in a city that may never recover, and your owners may never find you.  And you each have a story.

A month after the storm the rescue teams are still finding animals, miraculously still alive, in the water ruined homes of New Orleans and the surrounding parishes.  These are gaunt, emaciated, and almost unanimously so glad to see people they cannot stop licking and jumping and wagging their tails.  The teams are still catching strays running the streets, in packs or alone, fatter from eating the dog food that is being put out on almost every corner but still frightened, confused, and looking for their people. 

            Mark, from Long Island, spent days in the city trying to get as many animals as he could; he slept in his van in the parking lot of the Winn-Dixie market that had been turned into a temporary shelter and animal drop-off point.  He found many animals, including a shy young dog that he took home to foster.  One day he saw a Uhaul with dogs inside it.  He was about to break a window to get the dogs out, because it was so hot, when a woman came outside and said that she and her daughter were checking on the dogs every ½ hour at least.  They were trying to get to Arizona, and he was crying when he said that he gave them $40 to help them out.

One night Lorraine came out of the house in tears.  She had gotten a call from some one who said a group of dogs was being held at a school somewhere in the city, and that the police went in and shot them.  Everyone at the camp was horrified.  More checking revealed that it had happened, because the dogs were beyond any hope of saving, too starved, too sick.  Everyone mourned, even though everyone knew it was for the best.  

            At the Winn-Dixie, a young man came up to one of the rescue teams and asked if they had seen a white pit bull.  They have seen hundreds of pit bulls, many of them white.  “It was in the house with my grandfather and he – he – he didn’t make it.  I want to find my dog, he’s the only thing I have left.”  The rescue team gives him phone numbers to call and goes on to look for more animals.

            One little dog had been found in a house, where it had been for a month, with its owners.  They were dead.  Another sweet tempered female dog was found in a room with her mate and their litter.  She was the only survivor.

The ‘Fisherman’, one of two men who had originally been hired because they had boats and could get in to the city areas and look for animals brought dogs one night.  He said some Federal Marshalls had stopped him and said they knew where there was a dog in a house.  He told the story: “Ah followed them a long ways in (…to the city) to this house and we went in and looked but we didn’t find no dog.  I asked them was they sure and they said ‘Yes’, they’d heard it.  Well, then, Ah told them, Ah’m not leavin’ until Ah find it.  And do you know, that dog had climbed up, you know in the kitchen where they’s cabinets up above and all, well, the kitchen was a mess of course with the refrigerator laid over and all, but that dog had climbed up on top of the stove and was up in a cabinet – Ah jest seen it’s paw a’stickin’ out and Ah got ‘er”.  The dog had been in the house for 31 days.  It was emaciated, but had energy enough to wag all over when taken from its cage at Camp Katrina.  The young Lab mix was named Lucky Lady. 

            A mother and daughter live next door to each other, and have 19 cats, most of which were in cages in the daughter’s house when the floods started.  She was next door, having tea with her mother when a nephew pounded on the door to tell them the water was rising.  Together they managed to get upstairs with her father, who has dementia and had a door locked and had to be persuaded to open it.  As soon as she could, she went next door to see how the cats had fared.  They were swimming in their cages, but they were all right. 

            The police and National Guard at check points going in to the city wave the vehicles with ‘Animal Rescue’ signs on through, and many applaud and cheer them.  They tell the rescuers where they have seen or heard animals.   In one instance, a policeman says “I know where there are two dogs – I’ll show you on once condition – that these dogs NEVER go back to that owner!” 

            One day volunteers are sent to a woman’s home in a nearby town.  She has been taking in animals and has too many to care for by herself.  They bring back about 20 cats one day and 11 dogs the next.  One of these, a mini-Doberman, is shaking with fear.  A volunteer cradles it in her arms, sits in the shade and talks to it, telling it stories and ‘”you’re gonna be all right, honest you are” for an hour, until it stops.

            A kitten is brought in one night.  A stray about 6 months old, it was found on Desire Street.  How did something that small survive?  It is skin and bone, but meowing loudly, and when taken from the carrier, it wraps paws around the volunteer’s neck and licks her chin.  It feels safe again.  It has ringworm and diarrhea, as do many of the animals.  Curable, and it has already snuggled its way into a volunteer’s heart and will go home with her, and be named Streetcar.

Volunteers driving through a neighborhood looking for dogs see a couple trying to salvage furniture from their house.  They left their ‘Doberman diva’ and her 7 month old puppy with food and water when they left town on Sunday, thinking they would be back in a day or two.  After 16 days of trying to get permission to go back and get the dogs, the husband found someone with a boat, someone who could get around the National Guard checkpoints and went in.  The puppy was barely alive and it took it 12 days to be able to stand up again-it has been in a vet clinic intensive care unit for 3 weeks.  “As soon as we can we’ll have our pets back” they smile and say.  Their cat was in the house for 26 days, “She wouldn’t let us come near her”, but is doing well now.  

A man and his son stop their car, all they have left, at the gate to the camp.  “We got out, with our five Chihuahuas, but now we’re staying with someone and we need food for them, do you have any?  And do you maybe have a carrier or something?  The one is pregnant and she needs some place to have her puppies.”  The little boy describes their two cats, that they could not catch to bring with them, and the volunteer promises to look for them.  “We went back in, but we lost everything, and we didn’t see the cats,” the father says.  They leave with a carrier, and bags and cans of food and are told to come back when they need more.

            The rescuers tell of finding a dog that has been in a cage on a roof for 34 days – and is alive.  How?  No one knows.  Some, in yards and on the streets, are not alive.  Rescuers sigh and sometimes cry, but go past these looking for ones they can save. 

            Besides the dogs, they find cats, rabbits, hamsters and gerbils and birds and fish and chickens and one day bring back a goose.  That is promptly named AFLAC and put into a pen with a wading pool full of water.  The smaller animals are in cages in the house and the chickens in a wire pen out back – the rooster tells everyone when to start a new day at Camp Katrina.

A month after the storms many of the dogs found are Pit Bulls and Rottwiellers, large dogs able to survive.  Both are usually friendly with people; many of the males show scars of fights and the females have other evidence of either fights or of being over bred – one-dog ‘puppy mills’.  Security patrols are necessary at night to keep locals from stealing these to use as fighting or bait dogs. There are also cute smaller dogs, like two Lahso Apso’s that came in.  Unfortunately, one alleged volunteer took them when she left – without bothering to get permission from shelter officials.  Fortunately, the majority of the volunteers were there to actually help, and not for their own personal gain.  The shelter is still deciding whether to pursue recovering those dogs and charge the person.  They have enough to do without that unnecessary problem.

            The rescue teams go out again – the National Guard has told them where a group of dogs is huddled on a high piece of ground in the still flooded 9^th Ward.  They will try to get to those dogs today, “They can’t have much time left”.

            At the camp, others feed and walk and pet the rescued animals.  And load them into vans and a camper and a trailer and suv’s and a bus to be taken all over the country, to no-kill shelters that will find foster homes.  Their pictures will be on www.petfinder.com.  They hope that at least some will find their owners.  Some of the cats and dogs are being held until the owners themselves find a home and can come for a happy reunion.  Everyone – animals, owners and volunteers alike - wants more of those.  And there will be.  Everyone is sure of it.