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Tormented Kelsey
| Read about Kelsey and Morgan The story of two puppy mill girls The Final Chapter |
| What I've Seen in the Barns What follows are my own personal experiences in "The Barns". I have gone in search of a pup who is in need of help that I could get out of the hell I found there. I have met with some small measure of success. I will keep going to this hated place, this hell on earth....for their sakes. I do not have pictures of the barns where I have been inside, but I do have some pictures that represent them very well. I am posting these just to give you an example of what it is like for the prisoners kept there....for indeed they are prisoners, slaves is another word I use in reference to the angels caught in the web of greed perpetrated by the millers. Warning...these are very graphic photos and hard to take. Puppy Mill Photos On a windy and cold November Sunday I went down a country road to an address given to me by phone in answer to an ad in the local newspaper. I saw a beautiful brick home with a matching double garage behind it in a lovely green valley near my home. I saw a barn off in the distance not far away. I saw horses, cattle, goats and a few Large German Shepard chained by the back gate. I went to the door and rang the bell but got no answer. I heard sounds from the garage so I went around the house. I called out..."Hello! Hello in the garage." A man in overalls came out and greeted me. "Hi" he says,...."Come on in, and don't mind the Shepard, he's friendly!" the Shepard had stopped barking at me so I opened the gate and went in. |
Sweet Morgan