How to choose a puppy (Part 3): Well, Maybe Not Quite A Puppy
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Ok, so you've figured out the perfect breed (and it's not just because they're just so darned cute!). Or maybe you don't care about breeds, you've just considered your lifestyle and thought about the type of dog that will fit in best with it. Now it's time to look at some actual dogs!
First off, you can look for a puppy, or you can find an adult dog in need of a home. Even if you want a purebred, there are purebred rescue organizations for almost every breed. Breeders sometimes have adult dogs available as well ---the Obamas just got a 6 month old Portuguese Water Dog who'd been returned to the breeder by someone who was unable to keep him. And the shelters have lots of wonderful adult dogs who are often overlooked in the general rush towards those adorable puppies. That's a real shame, because some of the best dogs I've ever met were adopted as adults out of shelters. Adult dogs often come house trained, and sometimes even obedience trained ---one of the dogs I had growing up came from the shelter with a long list of tricks! Sure, some shelter dogs have specific issues that will need to be worked on, but sometimes wonderful, well-behaved animals just have the bad luck to end up in the shelter. And don't worry that your dog won't bond with you as strongly if they aren't a puppy when you get them ---I really think that dogs who are adopted as adults appreciate their owners that much more, because they remember very clearly what you rescued them from!
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This post was generously contributed by Dr. Stanley of Housecall Of The Wild.
How Could You?
How Could You?
By Jim Willis, 2001
When I was a puppy, I entertained you with my antics and made you laugh. You called me your child, and despite a number of chewed shoes and a couple of murdered throw pillows, I became your best friend.
Whenever I was “bad,” you’d shake your finger at me and ask “How could you?” — but then you’d relent and roll me over for a belly rub.
My housebreaking took a little longer than expected, because you were terribly busy, but we worked on that together. I remember those nights of nuzzling you in bed and listening to your confidences and secret dreams, and I believed that life could not be any more perfect.
We went for long walks and runs in the park, car rides, stops for ice cream (I only got the cone because “ice cream is bad for dogs” you said), and I took long naps in the sun waiting for you to come home at the end of the day.
Gradually, you began spending more time at work and on your career, and more time searching for a human mate. I waited for you patiently, comforted you through heartbreaks and disappointments, never chided you about bad decisions, and romped with glee at your homecomings, and when you fell in love.
She, now your wife, is not a “dog person” — still I welcomed her into our home, tried to show her affection, and obeyed her. I was happy because you were happy.
Then the human babies came along and I shared your excitement. I was fascinated by their pinkness, how they smelled, and I wanted to mother them, too. Only she and you worried that I might hurt them, and I spent most of my time banished to another room, or to a dog crate. Oh, how I wanted to love them, but I became a prisoner of love.”
As they began to grow, I became their friend. They clung to my fur and pulled themselves up on wobbly legs, poked fingers in my eyes, investigated my ears, and gave me kisses on my nose. I loved everything about them and their touch — because your touch was now so infrequent — and I would’ve defended them with my life if need be. I would sneak into their beds and listen to their worries and secret dreams, and together we waited for the sound of your car in the driveway.
There had been a time, when others asked you if you had a dog, that you produced a photo of me from your wallet and told them stories about me. These past few years, you just answered “yes” and changed the subject. I had gone from being “your dog” to “just a dog,” and you resented every expenditure on my behalf.
Now, you have a new career opportunity in another city, and you and they will be moving to an apartment that does not allow pets. You’ve made the right decision for your “family,” but there was a time when I was your only family.
I was excited about the car ride until we arrived at the animal shelter. It smelled of dogs and cats, of fear, of hopelessness. You filled out the paperwork and said “I know you will find a good home for her.” They shrugged and gave you a pained look. They understand the realities facing a middle-aged dog, even one with “papers.”
You had to pry your son’s fingers loose from my collar as he screamed, “No, Daddy! Please don’t let them take my dog!” And I worried for him, and what lessons you had just taught him about friendship and loyalty, about love and responsibility, and about respect for all life.
You gave me a good-bye pat on the head, avoided my eyes, and politely refused to take my collar and leash with you. You had a deadline to meet and now I have one, too. After you left, the two nice ladies said you probably knew about your upcoming move months ago and made no attempt to find me another good home. They shook their heads and asked “How could you?”
They are as attentive to us here in the shelter as their busy schedules allow. They feed us, of course, but I lost my appetite days ago.
At first, whenever anyone passed my pen, I rushed to the front, hoping it was you that you had changed your mind — that this was all a bad dream… or I hoped it would at least be someone who cared, anyone who might save me.
When I realized I could not compete with the frolicking for attention of happy puppies, oblivious to their own fate, I retreated to a far corner and waited. I heard her footsteps as she came for me at the end of the day, and I padded along the aisle after her to a separate room. A blissfully quiet room.
She placed me on the table and rubbed my ears, and told me not to worry. My heart pounded in anticipation of what was to come, but there was also a sense of relief. The prisoner of love had run out of days.
As is my nature, I was more concerned about her. The burden which she bears weighs heavily on her, and I know that, the same way I knew your every mood.
She gently placed a tourniquet around my foreleg as a tear ran down her cheek. I licked her hand in the same way I used to comfort you so many years ago.
She expertly slid the hypodermic needle into my vein. As I felt the sting and the cool liquid coursing through my body, I lay down sleepily, looked into her kind eyes and murmured “How could you?”
Perhaps because she understood my dogspeak, she said “I’m so sorry.” She hugged me, and hurriedly explained it was her job to make sure I went to a better place, where I wouldn’t be ignored or abused or abandoned, or have to fend for myself –a place of love and light so very different from this earthly place.
And with my last bit of energy, I tried to convey to her with a thump of my tail that my “How could you?” was not directed at her. It was directed at you, My Beloved Master, I was thinking of you. I will think of you and wait for you forever. May everyone in your life continue to show you so much loyalty.
A Note from the Author:
If “How Could You?” brought tears to your eyes as you read it, as it did to mine as I wrote it, it is because it is the composite story of the millions of formerly “owned” pets who die each year in American and Canadian animal shelters. Anyone is welcome to distribute the essay for a noncommercial purpose, as long as it is properly attributed with the copyright notice. Please use it to help educate, on your websites, in newsletters, on animal shelter and vet office bulletin boards. Tell the public that the decision to add a pet to the family is an important one for life, that animals deserve our love and sensible care, that finding another appropriate home for your animal is your responsibility and any local humane society or animal welfare league can offer you good advice, and that all life is precious. Please do your part to stop the killing, and encourage all spay and neuter campaigns in order to prevent unwanted animals.
~Jim Willis
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How to choose a puppy (Part 1)
Everyone who gets a dog envisions all the fun and frolic their new pet will bring to their lives, but too often, the pup comes with a few drawbacks they didn't anticipate. The sad truth is that the leading cause of death in dogs is actually not a disease ---it's euthanasia in shelters, and most dogs end up in shelters because of behavior problems. Even if you would never abandon a pet to a shelter, nobody wants to live with a dog who causes headaches ---a pet should be a source of joy, not hassles!
The most powerful way to avoid problems with a new dog is also one of the least utilized methods ---and that is simply this: Choose the right dog!
What does that mean? Well, dogs come in all sorts of shapes and sizes, colors and coat varieties, long hair, short hair, even no hair at all. It is easy to fall in love with the look of a particular breed. But what a lot of people forget is that most dog breeds were not created to look a certain way, but rather to act in a certain way ---our dog breeds were bred to serve specific functions, and to do certain jobs. Even though you may look at a dog as simply a companion, your fabulous furry friend's genes will strongly influence how they behave.
I find that most people already have an idea of what kind of dog they think they want. But it is important to spend some time thinking about what kind of dog you don't want!
Look for our next post in this series “The Right Breed For Your Lifestyle”.
View the next posts in this series:
- How To Choose a Puppy (Part 2): The Right Breed For Your Lifestyle
- How To Choose a Puppy (Part 3): Well, Maybe Not Quite A Puppy
- How to choose a puppy (Part 4): Shelter Dogs
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This post was generously contributed by Dr. Stanley of Housecall Of The Wild.
Pet Spotlight: Bodhi
Nickname: Bat Man
Age: Around a year.
How long have you been together?
We just adopted Bodhi a little less than a month ago.
How did you find eachother?
I had seen a very cute Schnoodle up for adoption on a rescue organization’s website. I went to go meet her, but she was being adopted out just as I arrived. The rescue group said they thought they had another Miniature Schnauzer/Poodle mix, but he was so scruffy it was hard to tell. I met him and he was wonderful.
What makes your pet so special?
Bodhi is such an easy dog to share a home with. He seems to have an on/off switch. When we are busy, sleeping, or if company comes over, he just goes over to his bed and chews on his toys. In his mellow moods he does wonderfully hanging out with our rabbits. They will sit together and the rabbits will chew on their cardboard while Bodhi chews on his bone. When we are active, he loves to play fetch, tear around the dog park and go for long walks.
Bodhi is also incredibly intelligent and always eager to please. We have been taking him to puppy school and he is getting straight A’s ;) He is learning to lift up his paws so that we can wipe them off when he comes inside.
Bodhi in his adoption website photo.
Bodhi after his new home and first bath.
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