An Open Letter To Puppy Mills

My dog has a name. It's Myrtle, and she will always have health issues. She will always have genetic problems, and so will all her puppies that you ripped away from her and sold. She has irreversible skin damage from all her infections, because she lived in filth and because you never cared. She will always have sensitive feet because of the bars she stood on for so long. She has seasonal allergies and asthma because her body has never known the grass and fresh air. She will most likely be on medicine the rest of her life.

My dog has a name. It's Myrtle, and I know that you probably won't care, because to me, you are heartless. To me, you don't know what love is, and I feel sorry for you for that. I feel bad for your sad pitiful life, that you can't see that people who can give love to all living things, will be richer than you will ever be. You might not care, but other people do. In fact, a lot of people care, and we won't let this continue to happen. There may not be laws to protect dogs in puppy mills, but people are on to you now. They won't continue to buy dogs sold in pet stores and online. They will adopt from shelters, and they will know their breeders. They will research before buying. We are smarter than you take us for, and we WILL put you out of business.

My dog has a name. It's Myrtle, and now she has freedom. She has hope. She has love. She has a home. She has a bed. She has toys for the first time. She loves people and kids, because she has forgiveness in her heart. She loves other animals, because you couldn't break her. But, most importantly, my dog has a name. And that means she has worth.

*Taken from Myrtle's Facebook Page, How Myrtle Got Her Groove Back