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I called 911 on myself last night at 9pm. I was burning up with fever. My eyeballs were on fire. I was having respiratory issues as well. Little pinches and pressure around my chest. I was nauseous, throwing up and coughing and sneezing my head off.

After 2.5 years, coronavirus finally caught me. I started feeling symptoms on Monday. Not too bad though. Tuesday, the same kind of symptoms. By Thursday evening at 8 pm, I was in a full-on tailspin. It took me to the point where if I tried to get by one more night, the fever could’ve fully encapsulated my body and burned me to death while I was sleeping. And even then, I resisted.

But, by 9 pm, I started seeing blurry and was becoming delirious. That’s when I threw in the towel and called 911. – I thought it was a stroke, a mild heart attack or Covid. I was leaning more towards Covid in my head to be honest. The first thing I said when I arrived at the hospital was that I don’t want to be on a respirator machine. Fortunately, they said I don’t need one.

This all started last Sunday when my sister went to Walmart to stock on some things for the week. By evening time she was vomiting, coughing and had a fever. She’s better than last week, but still coughing a lot.

That brings me to my mother. She had not moved off the couch since Wednesday morning. I noticed that she had the shakes and was coughing as well. So, I just sent her to the hospital a few hours ago. If she does have Covid, we caught it quickly. There’s no way she could’ve handled the fever that I experienced last night.

In conclusion, we are in Covid hell over here. That’s our story for tonight.

NOBODY HAS THE RIGHT TO OWN ASSAULT RIFLES or any other mass shooting killing machines. The Second Amendment Must be Repealed and Replaced. It is Dumb, Dangerous and Deadly. The Right to Bear Arms has become one giant euphemism for selling as many guns as humanly possible. We have a gun problem, folks. The US has an addiction to guns the world has never seen before. And like with any addiction, until the problem is acknowledged and addressed, the bloodshed will continue. The US is 4% of the world’s population and owns 40% of the world’s guns. Only addiction can produce math like that.

Sandy Hook Part 2:

You can’t buy a beer at 18 years old in the United States. But, you can buy 2 assault rifles for your 18th birthday and cast yourself as the star of the documentary “Sandy Hook Part 2.” That’s exactly what 18 year old Salvador Rolando Ramos did yesterday when he shot and killed 19 children and 2 teachers at an elementary school in Uvalde, Texas. This is on heels of the Buffalo Massacre at Tops Supermarket just 10 days ago. This is No surprise. This will happen again and is coming to a theatre near all of us.

Background checks would Not have stopped most of these mass shootings. Many of the shooters have clean backgrounds. Of course we should have tighter background checks. That’s a given. But, don’t lose focus, it’s about the GUNS. – Even if there are no bad guys, no mentally ill people and no terrorists, there are way too many ns in circulation.

America’s values are inverted. It’s supposed to be “Lives Before Profits.” Not the other way around.

The Solution:

1. BAN ALL Military Style Weapons. No ordinary citizen should be allowed to own any firearms other than a regular pistol that shoots 6 bullets, one at a time.
2. The US needs to initiate a buy back program for all mass shooting killing machines like Australia and New Zealand did. We have to get those guns out of circulation.
3. Require all gun owners to carry gun insurance.
4.Allow the gun manufacturers to be sued.

The above suggestions will substantially eradicate the mass shooting epidemic the United States. Until then, I offer you this advice: The best thing anyone can do for the world right now is to help the life that’s already here (both people and animals), versus creating new human life.

If you want to understand the real psychology behind the Second Amendment, I encourage you to listen to “The Second Amendment from the Perspective of an Animal.” I originally wrote and recorded it in 2013.

Sincerely, Scott Smith

Sometimes you just walk out of your house and your life changes forever. That’s what happened when I met Polar Bear on the street in Puerto Rico on December, 28th 2018. That was also the last night he spent in the street. 

He was my last rescue in Puerto Rico on December 28th, 2018. Polar Bear fought so hard to be the center of the pack. And the center of the pack he is. He claimed the top position with courage, charm and compassion. I love all my dogs like a crazy man. But, with respect to Polar Bear, I’m just a little crazier. I can’t see straight when I’m around him.

Polar Bear is a combination of a real life teddy bear, Mr. Snuffleupagus and a real life polar bear. How cool is that?

Remember, please Drive With Compassion. There are stray animals in the street.

As Spring is in full swing now, Polar Bear rejoices in the rising sun. The Bear has claimed the top position in the pack. He acquired top rank with courgage, charm and compassion. The three magical “C’s” we call them.

Polar Bear and I came a long way from the streets of Puerto Rico on December 28th, 2018, to frolicking in the sun together in Miami in February of 2022. Patrick sacrafised his life so BabyLady, Mookie, Polar Bear and Grasshopper could be together.

Sometimes I ask myself that If I could have Patrick back, would I be willing to give up BabyLady, Mookie, Polar Bear and Grasshopper? – I always draw a blank looking for an answer. I don’t think I could ever answer that question.

In celebration of BabyLady, Mookie, Polar Bear and Grasshopper, we march on in the name of Sammy and Patrick. No lives will go in vain. No pain will go unoticed. Amen. 

Please remembrer to Drive With Compassion. There are stray animals on the street.

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It’s also one of the greatest freedoms the world has ever known. Overturning Roe Vs. Wade is a war on women and humanity as a whole. Life is very hard even as a wanted child. As an unwanted child, it’s almost impossible. The world is such a tough place now that one could even argue that abortion is a mercy kill. That’s not as crazy as it sounds. People euthanize their pets all the time when they are terminally sick and in excruciating pain.

It’s amazing how the world continues to move towards the year 2100, but the United States is hellbent on catching a train back to the 1800s. It’s unnatural and immoral.

If someone doesn’t want an abortion, don’t have one. If people are so concerned about an unborn child, channel that energy into adopting kids out of orphanages and the foster care system. Or how about rescuing an animal at your local shelter? – All this pro-life talk and yet once a baby is born, pro-lifers are nowhere to be found. Where are the pro-lifers with the mass shooting epidemic in the United States? Where are the pro-lifers with respect to poverty, frivolous wars and mass incarceration?

Well, Scott, what about the women who want their own babies but are Not physically able to? – I understand that must be upsetting. They can adopt a child and/or rescue an animal. Their lives will just have to be ones of service. That’s better for humanity anyway.

Yes, people should practice safe sex. But, that’s not a perfect system. People are always going to get hot for each other every now and then and accidents will happen. That’s not a reason to bring a child into the world.

THE BEST THING anyone can do for the world right now is to help the life that’s already here (both people and animals), versus creating new human life.

The best thing anyone can do for the world right now is to help the life that’s already here (both people and animals), versus creating new human life.

The world is a terrible place. It always has been. Yes, there are good people out there doing good things. But, that pays No solace to all the people and animals suffering around the world. No matter what war takes place with what countries, it’s always the poor and animals that suffer the most. And defense contractors get rich.

Humans are the worst thing that’s ever happened to the planet and all the living creatures on it until otherwise noted.

For now, let’s help the life that’s already here (both people and animals), versus creating new human life.

On the left by the edge of the bottom part of the bed, is BabyLady. To the right is Grasshopper. Straight up the middle is Lucky, also knows as the Wolverine. To the upper right of Lucky, is Henry (the soldier of love). And the boss of the family, Polar Bear, shares my pillow with me up top. I sleep straight up the left side with all of them nestled up and around me when I’m in bed. You’d think we are a big pretzel with all the curves and angles we sleep in.

You can see Rocky on the dog bed to the left. And lMookie sleeps slightly under the bed by Rocky. During the night, Lucky moves to the dog bed and Rocky comes up on the main bed. We may not be a conventional family, but a family nonetheless. That’s our story for tonight.

Remember to please Drive With Compassion. There are stray animals in the street.

Sammy died two years ago on January 30th, 2020. He was the love my life. He was my little Budski.

I landed in Florida on March 28th, 2019. This was our first and last drive together in Florida on October 23rd, 2019. He loved our little car rides together. Then on January 30th, 2020, Sammy decided never to wake up again. My little Budski was gone like the wind.

Of course I was with him everyday. But, he always loved our rides together from back in NYC and Puerto Rico. I was so busy in Florida running back and forth between 2 houses, and working full time that I let the quality time slip through our hands.

It never feels like we have the time, but that always changes when we lose a loved one. Then we realize we DID have the time. The rides we took together were just 15 minutes or so, but they made his world. Everyone has 15 minutes to spare.

I lost Sammy just a few weeks before Covid turned the world upside down. In his honor I’ve converted all of the coronavirus downtime into quality time with my wolfpack.

I had plans for Sammy, the wolfpack and myself in our new life in Flroida. Unfortunately, life had other plans for him. The wolfpack and I march on in the name of Sammy and Patrick.

Take the rides now. There is No Tomorrow.

I turned my life over to Animal Resuce and Welfare:

In my early forties I made a decision that I coudn’t live an ordinary life anymore. It felt purposeless to me. When I turned my life over to animal rescue and welfare, I found my purpose. Many people go through their entire lives in a predesigned conventional life without ever finding purpose.

‘It’s better to have a short life that is full of what you like doing, than a long life spent in a miserable way.’ – Alan Watts –

I am living proof of the quote above. No matter what happens from here, I can say that I lived my life wth purpose. I took a tremendous amount of _hit from people because of how far I went into the world of animal rescue. But, I held the line and continue to live my life in unison with my purpose.

Remember, please Drive WIth Compassion. There are stray animals in the streets.

Sincerely,

Scott Smith, Sammy and Patrick’s human dad and General to the greatest wolfpack in the history of the world.

Sammy balanced this mask on his face for a Halloween picture back in 2012. You can see the strings are on the left side of the picture. The strings were not holding the mask up. Sammy was doing that by himself.

This picture became such a big hit, we ended up using it for several breast cancer awareness posts.

Sammy was my boy. He was my best friend. My little Budski.

I had to say goodbye to Mookie (aka Cousin Donkey) when I left Puerto Rico in March of 2019. I adopted him out to a nice family in Puerto Rico.

When I landed in Miami and assessed my living situation, I realized there was no difference between me having three small dogs in the apartment or four dogs. Upon that realization, I went into a severe depression knowing I could’ve kept him and now will never see him again.

Two months later in May of 2019, the family who adopted Mookie asked me if I could take him back. I almost fell off my chair at work. It was one of the greatest days of my life. It was like a death had been reversed. Mookie and I had a lot of history by this point. He’s part of Wolfpack 8 that I always speak about. We were Wolfpack lost in Puerto Rico. Mookie was the 7th dog of the pack. Polar Bear was number 8.

During the last few months in Puerto Rico, we lived on the floor in a house with no power and no furniture. Despite the challenges I was faced with towards the end in Puerto Rico, I held the line for Wolfpack 8. – I made a covenant with myself: “Either I was keeping them off the streets, or we would be in the streets together.”

And that’s my history with Mookie. On the left is me and Mookie living on the floor before I left Puerto Rico in March of 2019. You can see Mookie on the right in Miami just last week in October of 2021.

Please Drive With Compassion. There are stray aniamls in the street.