Sunday, April 18, 2010

Waggin' Train

Naturally, during a party I was hosting at my house last night, the conversation drifted towards canine health.

My small underfoot dog is given Waggin' Train wholesome chicken jerkey tenders, chicken dog treats that come in a zipper-top stay-fresh bag. Waggin' Train treats are of the highest quality, made from only the best cuts of white chicken brest fillet while only premium vegetable glycerin is used, derived from palm and coconut oil(s). A 1.134 kilogram bag demands a $13 bill.

I emplore you to visit their web site, as I link most things here on my Franklin Monologues. Navigate to every page. Learn about Jesse, Jay-Jay, Matt and Cooper, the bull fighters/riders sponsored by Waggin' Train. Join the Waggin' Trail Posse and learn/share dog information from other dog lovers around our great nation. Learn about the Waggin' Trail team: Jerry the CEO who loves to play with his dogs at the oceanside; Michelle the chief operations officer, Michael, the vice president of national accounts; Craig, the event marketing manager; and Jennifer, the corporate project manager, among others. See if your dog's favorite treat flavor matches those of the Waggin' Train team. Won't you feel extra special if your dog prefers the same flavored jerkey tender as the CEO's dog? Won't you?

While you're visiting their website, try to find out who the factory floor manager is, the manager of the facility where these best cuts of white chicken breast fillets are processed. Try to find out the names of the manufacturing strategist or the production engineers, or the quality control supervisor.

Good luck. Not one single indication, not one fucking word about how these dog treats are made in China.

Their main web pages highlighs a 10-year-old boy with his dog in the back of his father's pickup truck, 8,234 miles from mainland China:


Think his dad works at the Waggin' Train production facility?


The factory floor manager is [my guess] Kai-Laing Leung, the lead production engineer is Rong Tseng, and the quality control supervisor is none other than Shao Tuan, all of whom live in the Zehjiang province. Tell me. You [and I] spent a premium to buy only the best treats for our pets. Do you really, really, believe that only the best chicken breasts are used for your dog treats? From a country that can't even manufacture a fork that won't bend while eating peas and that won't lose it's plating the first time you throw it in the dishwasher?

You'll buy a plastic Chinese water hose storage unit and bitch when the handle breaks two years later (and buy another one), you'll blow bubbles with your little girl with a Chinese bubble blower and bitch because the bubbles are too small, yet you'll believe that only the best Rhode Island Red chicken breasts are hand cut [by 14 year old Chinese virgins], fed only the finest grain, housed in only the finest henhouses, provided the purest drinking water, and given no antibiotics, all to give your dog wholesome goodness. Simple. Natural. Delicious.

What bullshit.

They've got a highly paid executive team there in South Carolina, all paid handsome salaries to manage the marketing, the sales, and the distribution of expensive treats to all their valued retailers, and you, the valued customer. Few of them actually do any real work; most only manage the real output produced by poorly paid Chinese factory workers. None give a rat's ass about how a whole generation of Americans will never find good jobs as they've all been outsourced to Asia...they couldn't care less, only that they have good jobs. I'd bet less than 7% of their US based executive team has ever even seen the conditions that their Chinese factory workers work in, has ever even concerned themselves with the [lack of] environmental controls of the effluents from their warehoused factory chickens, has ever even bothered with knowing how low the lowest Chinese worker is paid as they pit one factory against another to gain the maximum possible profit margin. Do you think they have ever once, even once, concerned themselves with the environmental destruction from their "natural" palm derived vegetable glycerin produced in vast plantations that stripped away all the rainforest in remote Burma or Papua New Guinea? Or of the massive Middle Eastern and Indonesian fossil fuel energy needed to ship these treats from overseas, across the midwest, to a grocery near the ranch in Fairmont Nebraska where that small boy tenderly loves his Golden Lab in the back of a classic 1950's vintage pickup truck?

Waggin' Train is an American Owned Company, as proudly indicated in the smallest possible font on the bottom of their product bags. Yep. American owned. And the Chinese? How long do you think they will stick around with this fucking arrangement, losing a fifth of their productive output to a handful of American managers, vice presidents and corporate executive officers? How long do you think it will take them to educate their own vice president of national accounts, for them to market their own Waggin' Trail treats to compete with Waggin' Train?

Sooner than you'd care to imagine...

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