Wednesday, July 23, 2008

I've Changed my Name: Find out Why!

Animal activist changes name to
translation of "Peaceful Dog Warrior"

Tammy Sneath Grimes legally changes name to Tamira Ci Thayne



[Special thanks to Christine Jaksy, who took this beautiful, professional photograph of me (with many others) at Chain Off in Chicago. She's a model herself, and amazing to work with! Visit her site at http://www.dogdayart.com]

July 22, 2008, Altoona, PA—Tammy S. Grimes, an animal activist, artist, and founder of Dogs Deserve Better, has legally changed her name to Tamira Ci Thayne, which roughly translates in its Czech, Welsh, and Gaelic heritage to "Peaceful Dog Warrior".

Thayne, a Czech linguist in the U.S. Air Force, added the word for peace, 'mir', to her given name of Tammy to create Tamira. Her family ancestry hails from Wales, so she chose the Welsh word for 'dog', 'Ci', as a middle name and added the Gaelic word for 'warrior', 'Thayne', as a surname.

Thayne, convicted of theft in late 2007 for helping a chained dog who could no longer stand and refusing to return him to his abusers, realized during the course of her trials that abuse had been a recurring part of her life since childhood. Men who abuse women and children and people who abuse animals are no different from one another: they seek to control and dominate those they see as 'less than', and use all methods at their disposal to harm and diminish them, keeping them 'in their place'.

She states, "Unfortunately all too often, both in courtrooms and in homes across the world, the abusers conquer and their victims are left helpless and hopeless. As I sat in the courtroom at my sentencing and listened to the DA tell me I was 'worse than his worst hardened criminal'—for helping a dog?—I was transported back to the supper table of my family home, 12 years old, enduring the shame of verbal abuse from my father. The cycle had once again repeated itself, and even though I thought I was 'the good girl', I was being told by a man that I was nothing more than a piece of trash in an attempt to 'put me in my place'.

I vowed to drop my chains of abuse, seek my own independence from domination, and continue to fight for freedom for those still abused—animals, women, and children. Changing my name to symbolically become my own father, my own husband, is a step in that direction for me. I will never again bear the name of another, but carve my own path in this world. With this act I send out a prayer for freedom from abuse for every soul on this planet. You Deserve Better."

Dogs Deserve Better is a 501c3 nonprofit organization headquartered in Tipton, Pennsylvania, is the 2003 First Place Winner of the ASPCA Pet Protector Award, and currently has over 150 area reps in 38 states as well as in Canada. Thayne was a top-ten finalist for the 2006 Animal Planet Hero of the Year Award, and the March 2007 In Defense of Animals Guardian of the Month.

Tuesday, July 08, 2008

Watch Chicago Chain Off Video: Wind, Rain, Hail=Chained Hell

Updates are pouring in, and we will be working all week to get them up, along with photos and articles from our chainees. In the meantime, please watch our video from Chicago's Main Event, and read the poem, written by Gordon Bakalar, that had me crying as I read it in the Chain Off Opening Ceremonies.



TOUGH LOVE / Chained

I am a dog with a story to tell
A dog on a chain, my life a living hell.

I was unlucky enough to be born in a “mill”
Though they passed new laws, it’s probably there still.

I was born in a small wire pen
Along with my brothers, six of us kin.

We were not kept together for very long
Before taken to auction and sold for a song.

Sold to a pet store, my home a glass cage
I was one of those designer dogs, “all of the rage.”

So again I was sold in about a week
Little did I know it was “up the creek.”

I was bought for a Christmas present for the kids
But that didn’t last long before I hit the skids.

At first it was a happy and playful time
I lived in a big house, everything was fine.

Played with two children, my master and his wife
This was the greatest, this was the life.

But then all of a sudden things got real hard
I was thrown outside to live in the yard.

Maybe it’s because I do shed a little
Or once on the rug I did a little piddle.

No explanation and no reason why
All night alone I would whimper and cry.

When the sun came up I barked all day
But no one, not even the kids, came out to play.

I’ve grown a little older now living on a chain
They say I’m too big for the house, too much trouble to train.

This is my story, and my lament
I'm nothing more than a lawn ornament.

I’ve been waiting for my master for close to 15 years
Tied in the back yard, choking back my tears.

I hope you think of me when you see a dog on a chain
And know that dog is lonely, hurting, and in pain.

Maybe you’ll even stop a while and pat him on his head
Or just sit beside him and talk to him instead.

If you stay long enough to say a friendly word
It’s sure to be a kindness that for years he’s never heard.

\When you see a chained dog and know of his plight
You'll know in your heart and mind, it just ain’t right.

By Gordon Bakalar, erikabak@msn.com