
Midge Comic–October



I am a dog. I contribute to the fabulous Anipal Times.
Bloop. Bloop. News Alert. News Alert.
May, 2025. Several protest organizations protested, demanded, investigated, and pleaded until they were arrested for freeing corralled beagles and test animals. Yet these brave arrests led to historic, federal first-ever charges against the breeding and lab testing facilities mandated by the federal government’s National Institute of Health (NIH). This pressure caused a grand jury to indict many animal testing labs, and the authorities finally charged the breeders and labs with federal crimes.
News alert: lawsuits, transparency, public protests, subpoenas, and grand juries work.
The NIH’s last in-house Beagle testing lab has been permanently closed. The so-called government doctors face charges, jail time, and fines exceeding $35 million. Rescuers have saved thousands of animals and provided them with new homes. The end of government, taxpayer-funded animal testing has come.
*Sassy Appaws! Appaws!
People worldwide have shamefully bred and purchased animals, especially Beagles, for experiments involving drugs, flea meds, and other items. Governments worldwide require these tests before allowing an item on the market.
Using AI and other predictive methods makes the use of animals and animal testing unnecessary, obsolete, and cruel. The biggest offender was Envigo, which bred, held, corralled, and sold over 5000 beagles per the White Coat Waste Project for the world’s cruel use in experiments.
*Sassy sobs
Finally, in 2025, a change in government allowed our federal courts to subpoena those involved for four decades, 43 years, in testing animals in labs.
Dr. Dawn Marie Gau was indicted on seventeen felony charges in 2025.
Dr. Gau and others pleaded guilty to supplying dogs and animals worldwide for experimentation. Dr. Gau pleaded guilty to seven of the seventeen charges.
Dr. Dawn Marie Gau’s convictions in July 2026 include animal cruelty, conspiracy to violate the Federal Animal Welfare Act, and conspiring to violate the Clean Water Act.
The judge handed down sentences of 12 months in prison (suspended) and 7 years of supervised probation. These were the first ever federal convictions for animal exploitation and supplying worldwide. These convictions also freed 5000 dogs, and the $35 million in fines closed the Envigo breeding facilities.
Officials have permanently closed these NIH labs and breeding facilities, with more convictions expected.
*Sassy Appaws!
The only remaining NIH Federal Government run lab and Envigo breeding are both closed due to the convictions.
*Sassy Appaws!
The Beagle Freedom Project (BFP) also shut down a large testing lab in Nowata, Oklahoma, that provided animals for flea-med testing.
*Sassy Appaws!
As your world news alert dog reporter, I am thrilled to report that overall in 2025-26, these grand juries, subpoenas, and convictions compelled the NIH and Envigo to free all the laboratory animals immediately and end the breeding facilities.
Officials forced Envigo to shut down its dog breeding operations, yet they still sell research products.
Rescuers took the animals to a thirty-acre property called Freedom Fields to start the adoption and rehabilitation required by the federal court. Thousands of animals have found new homes through adoption.
*Sassy Appaws!
A massive effort to find these animals homes has been in full swing since June 2025 and continues today.
Dance paws!
We know bad labs and breeders will still be out there, but we hope jail time and threats of federal charges will stop them cold.
Join us in celebrating the demise of Envigo and the National Institute of Health’s animal testing and breeding labs.
Wave goodbye to the last in-house NIH animal testing lab and unnecessary, outdated, cruel experiments and worldwide sales policies.
If you can, adopt a Beagle and hug your pets.
High paws.
Over and out from Sassy, reporting for World News Alert from My Big Bed.

Why does roasting food smell so delicious, yet I rarely get any? But boy, if there is an apple, carrot or tomato, the peeps sure are in a mood to share. Pass the roast, please. Deeper thoughts.
Saw a bunny today. Looked soft. Wondered, can I snuggle him? Run, run. Nope, she took off. Kissy noses.
Why do squirrels throw things at me and then chirp at me until I locate them? I then naturally bounce them right off the fence. Every single time, right off the fence. Wouldn’t it be smarter for them to toss things at me from a tree? Can’t bounce a tree. Deeper thoughts.
After a bath, I wipe my soaking wet face on every sofa and chair in the house so they too can smell like oatmeal and vanilla. No reason. Just being me. Kissy noses.
Why does a triangle have three sides? Uneven touching. Does one side get lonely and need to hold my paw? I am here for you. Deeper thoughts.
After the peeps mow the lawn, I run around and get super green paws, then I hit the carpet and if I am fast, the big bed! Wooo. Kissy noses.
The Perseid meteor shower happened this month, but the clouds covered it up. Same with the eclipse. Made me sad. Pretty sure they wanted to be seen by all of us. Maybe we can schedule an appointment to see the showers and eclipse next time? Deeper thoughts.
If I wish really hard, eggs and cheese appear in my breakfast bowl! Do cats get this treatment? Maybe they don’t wish hard enough. Kissy noses.A guitar has strings, and a piano has keys. Would they still work if you switched the keys for the strings? MMM, deeper thoughts.
Good evening! Dis is Bart!
And dis is TJ! We’re writing together again!
Bart: Dat’s right! And guess what we’re writing about????
TJ: Daddy’s 70s countdown!
Bart: You see Daddy always listens to these old songs counted down again. Honestly, a little embarrassing.
TJ: Dere’s this song called ‘Margaritaville!’ What does that even mean?
Bart: I think da guy was getting drunk.
TJ: Stwange title.
Bart: And then there was dis weird song called ‘Christine Sixteen’
TJ: Dat sounds naughty.
Bart: I think it is silly.
TJ: Den he had the Star Wars theme.
Bart: I like that song. I liked R2D2.
TJ: I guess. Better than dat streak song.
Bart: And dat song ‘bout an undercover angel.
TJ: Why does an angel need to be undercover? Dey can fly, right?
Bart: Look at dis one, TJ! A barracuda! A song about a barracuda! Singing about fisshies!
TJ: Daddy’s music is so weird, Bart.
Bart: How about dis song TJ? Do you wanna make love? Or do you just wanna fool around?
TJ: Dat’s the same thing, Bart!
Bart: Daddy’s music is so embarrassing. If you other doggies are in the same boat, be patient.
TJ: And howl whenever da songs come on!
Bart: Well, dat’s it! We will see you next time!
TJ: We love our daddy, even if his music is dumb.
Hi everyone. Welcome back to Meet Me at the Bookshelf! *Sassy wavy paws!
Today I am reviewing a book called Mad Mabel by Sally Hepworth.This book is a stunning mystery doused with a deeply twisted family tragedy. Brutal twists and turns galore keep the pages turning, which include a tiny, twice -rescued Chihuahua named Nugget.
The story centers on a woman, now called Elsie Fitzpatrick, living a quiet, nondescript life in a community neighborhood in Australia. Like most communities, this one has nosy neighbors, fantastic dogs, single moms, and kids that pester older adults.
The story’s star, 81-year-old Mabel, currently lives discreetly under a different name. She and her pal, Daphne, prefer quiet days and instead are being annoyed daily by both Nugget, a yappy Chihuahua owned by Ishaan, Mabel’s 93-year-old next-door neighbor and nemesis, and the seven-year-old kid across the street, Persephone.
Persephone, notebook ready, crossed the street one afternoon. She stated she needed to interview an elderly person for her school project. She approaches Elsie and announces that she feels Elsie is 167 years old so she has chosen Elsie for the interview. Daphne, Elsie’s friend, is thrilled that someone else will be interviewed.
As they try to conduct the interview, the dog next door, Nugget, is seriously carrying on and loudly yapping, and her owner, Ishaan, lo-and-behold does not come out to quiet her.
Persephone, still trying to finish her assignment, casually states she thinks Ishaan is dead. Elsie asks when anyone last saw him.
When no one can answer, the 81-year-old Elsie hops the wall, and after scraping her legs on the wall and hobbling into the house, she sadly finds him deceased in the home.
Nugget stops barking.
Mabel Waller, the youngest person ever convicted of murder in Australia, may have killed Ishaan, according to a neighbor, though the police refused to take Nugget.
The tale is off and running.
The book goes back and forth between the life of Mabel the child, who lost her baby sister to polio and whose mother walked off a balcony to her death, and Elsie the adult, who is lonely and misunderstood.
It is beautifully told.Her mother’s sister, Cess, took Mabel in and raised her in her mother’s mansion while her absent, wayward father gallivanted around. Mabel is not popular at school and is teased and bullied constantly.
A turn of phrase alerts her at school that it is in fact her dad that tells vicious stories to the neighbors about Mabel, calling her Mad Mabel, ruining her reputation, and making sure she has no playmates. Mabel feels devastated.I understood Nugget was sent to Mabel for a reason after Momma read me the sad parts of her past. I was pretty sure Mabel was a kind and honest person.
Mabel houses Nugget, given that shelters lack space and the dog trusts only her. The police interviewed Mabel twice and seemed afraid of her.
They took one of her shoes for DNA evidence. I informed Momma that they could take both. When I eat a shoe, Momma tosses out two shoes instead of giving me the second one. Nerve that!
The police imply Mabel killed Ishaan. The word is out and several picketers arrived in the neighborhood to hassle Mabel.The neighborhood is now bustling with activists, news vans, and criminals. Persephone’s apparent father suddenly attempts to mingle with them multiple times before he tries to get into his kid’s home.
Mabel, with Nugget supporting her, approaches the man for a conversation. She called the police to no avail.
Mabel tries to get the picketers to leave her alone and leave her community. No one will help. A pair of YouTubers contact Mabel and ask to do a documentary, finally giving her side of the story. With no other choice but to clear her neighborhood of the activists, she agreed.
Mabel then watches the child at her home while Persephone’s mother works at night.
The story moves back and forth between the past and the present. Gorgeous, lyrical, and moving.
Momma had leaky eyes, and I found a Crocs chew to munch while she read to me.
I give this book five paws up!
It will make you think about judging others, innocent victims, and crime. Read it for a great time.
We wuvu u and we will see you next time for Meet Me at the Bookshelf.
*Sassy wavy paws!
Kissy Noses and Deeper Thoughts
Do you ever wonder what the point of an eclipse is? I think, nod, nod, it is like a windshield wiper getting the snow out of the way so Momma can drive. No wait. Would that mean we would get wiped off the planet? Mmm, Deeper Thoughts.
Do you ever wonder where birds go at night? I hear them chirping in the morning, but never at night. Kissy nose.
Of all the animals in the world, why did the raccoon get opposable thumbs? Birds ask this all the time. Deeper thoughts.
Good evening everyone. Dis is Bart. Last time out my brudda TJ had some fun with me. Now it’s my turn!
TJ: Oh, what are you going to say?
Bart: TJ, what do you do when the thunderbolts come?
TJ: Well
Bart: You get sacwwed! You run awound barking…like dat will make a difference to God.
TJ: It might!
Bart: Uh huh. And then TJ twy to act like Mr Toughhie dog to the big dogs around us.
TJ: I am defending our home, Bart.
Bart: TJ, the other doggies are laughing at you.
TJ: Dey are not! I am like Rocky! Dey fear me.
Bart: You more like Daffy Duck.
TJ: Stop dat!
Bart: And then you are such a fussy eater! I eat anything Daddy gives us. But you, it has to be special!
TJ: I don’t eat just anything, Bart.
Bart: TJ, it’s all doggie food. And besides,. you twy to eat the froggies outside
TJ: I am a carnivore.
Bart: A what ovore?
TJ: Carnivore! King of the beasts!
Bart: As long as da beasts are under 25 pounds.
TJ: Knock it off, Bart! I might just go solo!
Bart: You needs me, TJ.
TJ: Sure I do…every dog needs a mascot.
Bart: Hush! Well, everyone, we hope you have liked these last two columns. We have gotten things off our chests.
TJ: Next time we write together again! Bart, what should we write about?
Bart: Grass: How should you eat it?
T: OOOOOOOOh
Bart: See you next time, everyone!
Good evening y’all! It’s Bart from TJ and Bart, and we are back!
TJ: Yes, it’s good to be back. We need to snooze. So, what shall we talk about tonight, Bart?
Bart: Let’s talk about food
TJ: Dis is a good idea
Bart: One of the stwange dings about hoomans is dat dey think there are only a few times in the day that you should eat.
TJ: Dis is boring. We say, eat anytime during the day or night!
Bart: Now, also, we ask, what to eat?
TJ: Anything!
Bart: Dat makes sense!
TJ: Da hoomans want to feed us canned food called dog food. Do they call their food ‘hooman food’?
Bart: Dis is stwange. But hoomans are stwange.
TJ: Yes. Why do they always scoop up our poop?
Bart: TJ, let’s stick to one subject.
TJ: Towwy!
Bart: Dat’s okay. What do you really like to eat, TJ?
TJ: Pizza.
Bart: But our hooman doesn’t let us eat pizza.
TJ: That doesn’t mean we can’t eat it when they aren’t looking.
Bart: Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh, dis is twue.
TJ: And it’s also fun to eat each other’s food.
Bart: I don’t like it when you eat my food.
TJ: So?
Bart: Whatever. When is your favorite time to eat?
TJ: Anytime! When we finish writing dis, I say we eat!
Bart: What shall we eat?
TJ: Snausauges!
Bart: Dis is a good idea! Well, dat’s all, folks. We won’t wait that long before writing again.
TJ: Dat’s right! Hope you enjoyed dis! Time to chow down!