Thursday, March 27, 2008

When Rascal's heart stopped on the operating table, my heart broke too. She was such a strong part of the family. She left a big hole in our lives when she died. Lovely little dog of mine. I said I would look for another dog in the spring. This will give me time to grieve for Rascal...and to clean out the dog hair in the truck.
It is spring and time to go dog looking. Once I bought a pedigree dog from the local pet store. My girlfriend raked me over the coals for doing that. I was contributing to the puppy mills...poor dogs. It turned out she was right. The dog had mange from her mother. It took a law suit to get the company to pay for the medical bills to clean up the condition. No more pet stores for me.
The next step was to decide what kind of a dog will fit into my lifestyle. It is decided that a dog weighting about 20 pounds is the right size. If they are any smaller, I would be afraid I would step on it. A larger dog will be too big to ride in the truck.
There is a website called Petfinder.com. This website lists dogs for adoption from animal control facilities all over the United States. I narrowed my search to Connecticut.
In the town next to my town, the animal control department advertised a lovely Pomeranian female. Rascal was part Pom. I think I will look at this dog.
My friend who blasted me about my pedigreed dog, helped me find the pound. It was good Friday. The pound will be closed, but I can drive the route to be sure I know where it is. I find it. On the door, are the days open and the hours. I am up to the door to write down the hours, when the door opens. The facility is closed to the public, but staff is there to clean cages and to feed the animals.
"Is the Pom still available for adoption," I ask? Yes, she is. "Can I see her?" "Sure".
Trixie has been advertised for some time. Why was she not adopted sooner? Because she is a barker.
The staff person disappears into the building.
Less than one minute later, another lady appears to tell me that Trixie is taken.
Wait a minute. It is Good Friday. The facility is closed to the public. How could someone get here sooner than I? My guess is that Trixie was at the pound long enough for a staff person to get to like her. I bet Trixie goes home with a staff person. At least Trixie has a home with someone who loves her.
Strike one.
At home: On the computer: I fill out an application for another female Pomeranian This little gal is sponsored by Pom Rescue. I bet Princess is at some one's home and not in a kennel. I think I am a good candidate to rescue a little Pom who has lost an eye. Who else would want a dog with a disability? One of the questions on the application is: Will the dog have the full run of the house? I answer truthfully that she will not be allowed upstairs because I have new carpet installed.
Within a few minutes, I get a return email from Pom rescue. I have been rejected because Princess likes to sleep on the big bed! I think the world of people who commit their time and effort into rescuing animals. I also think that some of them have a few screws loose. I am retired and would spend a lot of time paying attention to this little girl. I think Pom rescue made a mistake. In the meantime, I remain dog less. Strike two.
I wonder what is available at the SPCA?

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