I asked Karen Busch in an e-mail interview why she chose Misu, a white schnauzer who was incarcerated at a dog pound in central Korea, out of all the animals who needed help.
Busch taught English in Korea for seven years and got heavily involved in animal rescue work during her time here. She now operates the Animal Rescue Korea website from Montreal.
A volunteer I'll refer to as "S." rescued the dog on Halloween at Busch's request. S. used Busch's donation to board Misu at a clinic for about a month, and the dog was adopted in early December.
I visited the Dr. Pet Animal Medical Center on a rainy Saturday in July—I'd just missed Adoption Day. As soon as I walked in, I recognized Jagi from the Animal Rescue Korea Web site. The tiny Yorkshire terrier had the run of the first floor, and I picked him up and cuddled him while I waited.
Jagi's foster parents had left the country, and Dr. Pet was his emergency refuge. Before that, he had been rescued from a municipal pound—under Korea's newly revised animal protection law, the minimum holding period is only 10 days.
In Vietnam, the phrase “man’s best friend” has little value and dogs are seen as valuable currency and dinner.
In Ho Chi Minh City on Le Hong Phong Street in District 5, between Hung Vuong and Tran Phu, and on the corner of Nam Ky Khoi Nghia and Nguyen Thi Minh Khai are the two main locations that display dogs for sale.
Along the stretch of Le Hong Phong are shops crammed with cages displaying various dogs and cats. The animals, for the most part look healthy, but living conditions are grim, with several living in one cage.
Diesel’s eyes beam with anticipation—well, for a second. The little dachshund is undecided about this strange game. Every so often he looks up and barks insistently, demanding a treat. He tries to grab it. He hides under a chair and comes out again, curious and sniffing. He lifts one front paw expectantly. Now his eyes are back on Dr. Park Chang-jin, founder of the Korea Clicker Training Center and the Korean Society of Human Animal Bond (KSHAB).
Pilot was about three months old when he ran into a stranger's house and made fast friends with the baby, the cat and the weasel. A rescuer posted his picture on the Animal Rescue Korea adoption board and said the orange and white kitten was desperate for a place to go.
Jack couldn't go for a walk the day I met him at the Dr. Pet Animal Medical Center in Gangnam because he had a cast on one leg. The Yorkshire terrier was rescued from a high-kill animal control facility north of the city, but his would-be adopter had changed her mind—he was apparently bigger than he looked on the website. Jack is still waiting for a home at Dr. Pet.
Many current and former Korea expats will remember Jung Nan-young's heartbreaking struggle to rehome more than 200 rescued dogs. Ms. Jung had more dogs than she could possibly care for, and city authorities were trying to force her off the rental property in Daejeon where they were crowded together in a dark greenhouse. Ms. Jung slept in a small room in one corner of the greenhouse, and she couldn't afford to move.
In late 2008, the closure of a small private shelter in Daejeon brought some 25 volunteers together to move 70 dogs to a mountainside property in Asan. Photographer Harvey Rosas, one of the volunteers, posted a warning when he shared his pictures on the Animal Rescue Korea website: One image was very disturbing.
One of the dogs already living at the shelter was missing her nose and most of her upper snout. Her teeth were permanently exposed, and in a still photo she could have been mistaken for an aggressive dog.
When people question the value of Susan Marino's work, she tells the story of a 2-year-old boy she cared for many years ago when she was still a young nurse. Sean had spina bifida and had already endured 10 surgeries, including a tracheotomy and a colostomy. He was paralyzed and his misshapen spine was crushing his lungs.
"One day while we were eating breakfast I said, 'Poor Sean. He will never be able to do the things so many other children can.' Before I even had the words out of my mouth his mother looked at me with daggers in her eyes.