People are Animals.
I am upset and unfuriated. Clearly, that is why I have been inclined to blog, because at this point, it would take nearly Hell freezing over to get me to blog. But anyhoo, hear me out. Because I'm rarring to go.
SFG's sister took her dog to the pound today. After having this poor thing for well over a year (longer than we've had Ernie). I am incensed.
Three days ago, she said she was going to take the dog to the pound because she'd had a "three strikes" rule for the dog- who bit people three times in the past 18 months. I give you the biting part, but no blood was drawn -ever. Have I mentioned this dog had been passed around like an old rag doll because her former owners decided to move to Amsterdam and didn't find a proper home for her? So, nice enough, SFG's sister takes her in 18+ months ago. Obviously the dog has anxiety problems (who wouldn't?, being tossed around like this?), but obviously she's not scary enough to send back straight away... But the pound? Where a 12 year old dog is sentenced to die the minute she walks in?
Sister has had enough with dog after this long and is taking this 12 year old dog to the pound. I volunteer to take her in, I volunteer to help look for a rescue), then, too little too late, poor dog nipped again, and off to the pound. I got the text this morning. Grr...
Clearly I am on the dog's side here.
How do you take a pet to the pound after over a year of living in your bed? I truly don't understand.
I firmly believe that 1) when you adopt an animal, you commit to an animal; 2) that an animal's behavior is more likely than not, the fault of the humans who've owned the animal and 3) you don't send an animal to die when someone is trying to find the animal a loving home. Show some effing responsibility for the dog you've chosen to let trust you.
I guess I view pets differently than some. Growing up an only child, in the home that I did, pets were a godsend; they truly made childhood tolerable for me. I owe the dogs and cats of my youth my sanity. I respect them and love them for the unconditional and perfect promise of love, loyalty, and trust they offered me.
And it just breaks my heart to see that trust broken. I don't see how a human being who takes in an animal isn't responsible for that animal. No creature should be tossed in the trash like a piece of garbage.
I am horrified.
SFG's sister took her dog to the pound today. After having this poor thing for well over a year (longer than we've had Ernie). I am incensed.
Three days ago, she said she was going to take the dog to the pound because she'd had a "three strikes" rule for the dog- who bit people three times in the past 18 months. I give you the biting part, but no blood was drawn -ever. Have I mentioned this dog had been passed around like an old rag doll because her former owners decided to move to Amsterdam and didn't find a proper home for her? So, nice enough, SFG's sister takes her in 18+ months ago. Obviously the dog has anxiety problems (who wouldn't?, being tossed around like this?), but obviously she's not scary enough to send back straight away... But the pound? Where a 12 year old dog is sentenced to die the minute she walks in?
Sister has had enough with dog after this long and is taking this 12 year old dog to the pound. I volunteer to take her in, I volunteer to help look for a rescue), then, too little too late, poor dog nipped again, and off to the pound. I got the text this morning. Grr...
Clearly I am on the dog's side here.
How do you take a pet to the pound after over a year of living in your bed? I truly don't understand.
I firmly believe that 1) when you adopt an animal, you commit to an animal; 2) that an animal's behavior is more likely than not, the fault of the humans who've owned the animal and 3) you don't send an animal to die when someone is trying to find the animal a loving home. Show some effing responsibility for the dog you've chosen to let trust you.
I guess I view pets differently than some. Growing up an only child, in the home that I did, pets were a godsend; they truly made childhood tolerable for me. I owe the dogs and cats of my youth my sanity. I respect them and love them for the unconditional and perfect promise of love, loyalty, and trust they offered me.
And it just breaks my heart to see that trust broken. I don't see how a human being who takes in an animal isn't responsible for that animal. No creature should be tossed in the trash like a piece of garbage.
I am horrified.
posted by Oy Vey at 8:40 PM
3 Comments:
I am sorry to hear this. Why didn't she let you take the dog?
SFG was not wild into the idea of the dog (understandably as we have a dog, a cat, and a house filled with boxes at this moment). So, admittedly, I didn't push as strongly for her here as my ethical spine would have liked me to. We had just kind of left it in the air, anyway, and the next thing I new, she took her in. This all happened in a matter of two days. Sigh.
That's really too too bad. Was she a large dog? Because a 12 year old dog, with a history of biting, especially if she is large? Yeesh, not good.
Poor pup.
I hope some volunteer took her in quickly as a foster.
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