Brittany
Ashby, Illinois
Chained in Chicago, 8 Hours,
June 27
2008 was my first year participating
in the Dogs Deserve Better Chain-Off. In preparation of
the event I had to request the weekend off of work, and when
my coworkers heard I had plans to head to Chicago they used such
phrases as “Have fun
on your trip!” Fun is not what I had planned on having
on this particular trip up north, so I felt obliged to tell them
my real intentions of what I would I do in the Windy City. Hearing
that I would be chaining myself up to a dog house seemed to shock
them. They questioned how I would sleep, what if it rained,
and where I would go to the bathroom. Since my mother,
Dawn Ashby, had participated in past chain-offs, I was able to
answer all of their questions, letting them know we were not
just a bunch of masochists.
What I learned
while chained up is something I felt when I saw dogs around town
in solitary confinement, but never felt first hand. First: it was hot. I was
probably the most pampered dog imaginable that day. A nice man with dread
lochs brought me cake, I had all the water I wanted, and plenty of people to
socialize with. But I was still miserable because of the heat. Second:
it stormed. I watched the rain clouds coming in over the buildings and
I knew it was bad news. Everything combined couldn’t even compare
to what the animals felt, being hungry, alone, and scared all the time.
Next year
I plan on once again partaking in the chain-off. I made great friends,
memories, and had an experience I’ll never forget. I have a feeling
this could become an annual event in my life.