The Asian Dog Meat Trade

We are fighting to end the brutal practice in Asia of torturing dogs before slaughtering them for meat, out of the misguided belief that tortured dog meat tastes better or can provide health benefits.

Due to a widely held belief that high adrenaline levels will produce tender meat and increase the supposed health benefits – dogs are sadistically made to experience extreme fear and suffering prior to death.

They are tortured, dismembered, burned alive, electrocuted, crucified and nail gunned into walls, where they are tortured and kept alive to endure intolerable pain for sometimes up to 40 hours.

Many of the toy breeds are boiled alive and then made into herbal supplements. Marc Ching has seen and video taped all of this first hand and even witnessed a dog strung up and burned alive with a blow torch right out in public at a local market where passersby were completely unfazed.

Our foundation’s mission is to shine a light on this very dark and barbaric practice. To expose the torture to the world in order to enact change and force the government to create laws to protect these precious animals from unfounded and cruel tradition.

Marc's Trips to Asia

korean slaughter houseKorean Slaughterhouse – January 2016

In my four trips to Asia, I have almost died three times. I have been beaten. Robbed. Shot at. Held at machete blade. But the worst of it all, is that literally I died inside.

At times when I sit alone at night, I find the lives I could not save, and feel them bleed through my skin. It’s in these moments I become desperate, feeling what I do and who I am – that it is never enough.

Until you breathe that blood in through your mouth, you could never understand what it is like watching a screaming life being tortured. The way you die in every breath. The way when you see their blood explode into the world, your heart explodes in that same fiery.

I am just a regular guy. I am not famous. I am not brave. I am just a person who sees something in the world that he cannot understand, and has to fight to change it.

Stand with me. Die with me. Bleed into the Earth with me. Tell me that the tears I push through my skin – that in the end it will be worth it.

Marc with the Founder of Soi Dog - Mtg in Thailand March 2016

visit with soidogI spent the day with SoiDog. What a beautiful man. What a beautiful organization. I learned so much.

He is so wise. So proud. And really, they have so much to be proud of. They are the game changer out there in that region. They save so many lives, while at the same time working to push the Thai government to enact legislation.

For those who believe in me. For those who follow my journey, you should follow them as well.

While we are two totally different organizations, our hearts rests in the same place. In that short time John and I shared, I believe when we parted ways, we parted ways as brothers.

The greatest thing in my coming to see him, is that we are going to work together.

We both share the same goal. We both want to hold the world. I believe in humanity. He believes that compassion extends past human beings towards animals. I am going to help him, and they are going to help me.

It was an epic moment. A hand shake that brought together two separate generations. A hug, that was both surreal and legendary.

Tomorrow, my journey in Asia continues. I will leave Thailand at 10am, and travel to the outskirts of Phnom Penh Cambodia, to a series of gang operated slaughterhouses. Then on Sunday, to the largest dog slaughtering operation in the region.

They cut their feet off alive here. Gouge out there eyes. Bind their mouths so they cannot whimper or cry. I will try to turn someone to my side, to gain an inside man to bring about their destruction.

Tomorrow, I will feel with my heart, and think with my eyes. I will save who I can. I will document. I will breathe in the night.

Even John had to admit, if you are brave enough to venture into the darkness. If you can capture the videos and images – that will be the way to end it.

Stand with me. Journey into that hell with me. Hold my hand as they beat me. In the darkness, be my voice when I cannot hear the reasoning. And when I come back dying, wrap my hands and whisper to me. Tell me in the end, that the sacrifice I made was worth it.

I leave to the valley of death in the morning. To the world of inhumanity and lawlessness. God prepare my soul for eternity. Let me spend one more day with my children.

Marc's First Trip to China - Sept 2015

the first trip to chinaI saved 57 dogs. A duck. And a little sheep today from getting all her fur ripped out.

More than that, I was able to set into stone a system that would perpetuate my belief. That would perpetuate and sustain a single effort to save dogs in China, into a more unified movement.

I had a lot of opposition coming here. People believing that to risk my life for a single action, that it did not warrant the sacrifice. But I came anyways. I came because, to me, it was about a moment. It was about saving as many dogs as I could. Not about changing the system. Or creating something that would last past this effort.

In the end, it is truly amazing how the world works. How if our intentions are pure and our heart just – how it just all comes together.

I left America without a plan. I left America without knowing anyone here. Without making hotel reservations. Without anything but a bag and a ticket.

People keep asking me what I came for. I tell them to save dogs. I tell them to make whatever change I can with these hands. I speak about a movement, of a belief, and of a culture that imbues humanism and compassion. Almost everyone I met believed in this same belief. Almost everyone I met selflessly extended their hand to me.

In Guangzhou, a lady from Cameroon Africa who could speak English, accompanied me in the taxi for my hour long trek so I could find the slaughterhouse. When I fled into the streets and got lost, I met Frank, a Chinese national who guided me back towards the city. Back towards the airport.

And today, after saving even more dogs and heading to see a Chinese puppy mill – I found myself surrounded by orphaned Chinese babies and abandoned children. It is here that I found the greatest gift of my journey, a way to make this movement lasting.

I will be teaming up with the Little Flower Orphanage to create a more sustained system. They have a farm that I will use to create the first dog sanctuary in Beijing, so that we can save as many dogs as we can from a life of abuse and torture in China. In return I will pay the orphans there to take care of the dogs. To train them and nurture them so they are healthy enough to be adopted out locally, with the more horrific cases being flown back home to Los Angeles to the Animal Hope and Wellness Foundation.

My hope is that the sanctuary will grow, and this one starting point will blossom and become many. A way to teach and show the Chinese people how great and amazing dogs are. How they have souls, how they feel pain, how they cry, but most importantly how they love us no matter what. How they never pass judgement. And that regardless of how hard the world seems, when I come home after a long day, how my dog Ginkgo always sleeps under the covers with me. Always continues just to love me.

You cannot tell a country who does not have the same value system as we to love dogs. The only way is to plant a seed. And to let dogs themselves soften their hearts. In time I am certain you will no longer have a society that eats them. That no longer bashes in their skulls. Because their lives will now hold meaning.

I saved 57 dogs, a duck, a little lamb – and maybe in the long run – changed a nation.
Marc with the Founder of Soi Dog – Mtg in Thailand March 2016
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I spent the day with SoiDog. What a beautiful man. What a beautiful organization. I learned so much.

He is so wise. So proud. And really, they have so much to be proud of. They are the game changer out there in that region. They save so many lives, while at the same time working to push the Thai government to enact legislation.

For those who believe in me. For those who follow my journey, you should follow them as well.

While we are two totally different organizations, our hearts rests in the same place. In that short time John and I shared, I believe when we parted ways, we parted ways as brothers.

The greatest thing in my coming to see him, is that we are going to work together.

We both share the same goal. We both want to hold the world. I believe in humanity. He believes that compassion extends past human beings towards animals. I am going to help him, and they are going to help me.

It was an epic moment. A hand shake that brought together two separate generations. A hug, that was both surreal and legendary.

Tomorrow, my journey in Asia continues. I will leave Thailand at 10am, and travel to the outskirts of Phnom Penh Cambodia, to a series of gang operated slaughterhouses. Then on Sunday, to the largest dog slaughtering operation in the region.

They cut their feet off alive here. Gouge out there eyes. Bind their mouths so they cannot whimper or cry. I will try to turn someone to my side, to gain an inside man to bring about their destruction.

Tomorrow, I will feel with my heart, and think with my eyes. I will save who I can. I will document. I will breathe in the night.

Even John had to admit, if you are brave enough to venture into the darkness. If you can capture the videos and images – that will be the way to end it.

Stand with me. Journey into that hell with me. Hold my hand as they beat me. In the darkness, be my voice when I cannot hear the reasoning. And when I come back dying, wrap my hands and whisper to me. Tell me in the end, that the sacrifice I made was worth it.

I leave to the valley of death in the morning. To the world of inhumanity and lawlessness. God prepare my soul for eternity. Let me spend one more day with my children.