It wasn’t long after starting a rescue that we realized that there were certain categories of dogs that would be challenges to place: pit bulls (because of the humans, not because of the dogs), traumatized dogs, dogs with health problems, and old dogs. But after we thought we had the categories figured out, new ones emerged. The insanely loud dogs. The escape artists. And finally, a dog so specific that we had to make up a category for them: the party beagle. Read More Party Beagles Dance Like No One’s Looking
I wanted to take a moment to praise a rare creature indeed. You might be one of them yourself, but you’d never know because you don’t think about it. Read More Giving Thanks for Unicorns
I wouldn’t be honest if I didn’t admit straight away that animal rescue has some serious image problems, and that these problems are merited. Not all animal rescues are bad news, of course, but enough of them are that chances are good that you know someone who has had a terrible experience. Read More Why People Hate Animal Rescue
I’m definitely not one to discourage large dog ownership; I love large breed dogs. My smallest dog is 65 lbs and I tend to think of him as tiny. That said, there are some inconvenient facts about large dogs that their admirers tend to gloss over, and these can sometimes result in the wrong people adopting them. Read More Large Dogs: Some Inconvenient Truths
In rescue, I used to really dread getting certain breeds of dogs because I knew they would be difficult to place. But the dogs that really ground my coffee were the purebred toy dogs. We didn’t get them very often, but when we did, we’d invariably get applications from people who shouldn’t have been allowed to have a houseplant, let alone an animal. Read More Cherry is as Cherry Does
Victoria and I had been working with a rural shelter that had contacted us about a hound who was running out of time. He was a young adult, medium-sized, and had a good personality. We had space, and we liked the way this woman stated her case.
We arranged a transport to get Joey to Victoria’s house, and then into his foster home. As always, I was excited to hear about the new arrival, so I called Victoria soon after Joey arrived. She told me, reluctantly, that Joey wasn’t quite as advertised. He was upwards of 70 pounds and 7 years old if he was a day. Worst of all, he had a leg that had been broken and wasn’t ever set, so it was shorter than the other three. That wasn’t a cosmetic defect. It meant that Joey was set up to have bad joint pains and arthritis, and he was probably already living in some discomfort. In other words, this shelter had completely screwed us over. We thought we were getting a dog we could place in a month or two, but now we had one who might take twice or three times that. Read More Here’s to the All-Time Greats
Asher is living it up at his new mom’s house, and he’s won the forever home lottery. Read More Pupdate: March 1, 2014 – ADOPTION EDITION!