I’ve been on a quest for the past year to convince my wife that it was time to get a dog—and I finally succeeded but it looks like we won’t be getting a dog any time soon.
I grew up with dogs and cats. All of our cats lived outside and they all ate out of the same dish and they all slept in the same little cathouse I built for them from spare wood from our woodpile. We also had three dogs. My first dog was a German Shorthaired Pointer and he was pretty crazy. My second dog was an older springer spaniel, with an emphasis on old. My third dog was another German Shorthaired Pointer and she was the perfect dog. She was obedient, full of energy, and absolutely loyal. She eventually passed away of old age.
Casey has known about my desire to get another dog since we first got married. At first she didn’t have to worry too much about it because we never had our own yard up until three years ago. But once we bought our current house with its decent sized yard she realized that eventually a dog would be in the picture and her defenses started going up.
After Casey got her two cats from the Humane Society, I secretly began watching the Humane Society’s website scouring it for German Shorthaired Pointers available for adoption. When I finally found one Casey nixed my attempt to convince her to let me adopt the dog. In the end it probably wouldn’t have mattered if she had said okay anyway. The Humane Society doesn’t typically like to place bigger sized dogs with families with young children.
Once I realized I was probably wasting my time searching the Humane Society’s website, I found a rescue center of sorts that solely deals with rescue German Shorthaired Pointers. It was my kind of rescue center.
I began watching each dog as it became available on the website and I began planting the seeds with Casey in the hopes that she’d eventually take the plunge and give me a yes you can have a dog, just leave me alone about it. I showed her each dog I liked as I searched through the website on a nightly basis. I began showing her and Addie videos on Youtube of German Shorthaired Pointers doing German Shorthaired Pointer things. And I thought all my efforts were working.
One morning before Casey woke up I secretly submitted an application to adopt a dog that seemed to be a perfect fit. I figured taking an apology later approach would be the best approach. Later that day I told Casey I had submitted an application and ten minutes later she was scrambling to find some Xanax. Although, I think the talk she was scheduled to give in church 30 minutes later was the real culprit of the need for Xanax, in the end it didn’t matter anyway because the dog I had submitted an application for did not like cats and any dog we get will have to like cats.
Well, we’ve come quite a ways since Casey’s mad dash for the Xanax. A 16 week old puppy became available and I knew that puppy’s face would convince Casey to finally let me get a dog. Sure enough, it did. She gave me permission to submit an application to adopt that dog and I was excited. The application was submitted 10 minutes later and I anxiously waited for a response from the rescue.
The response eventually came and it wasn’t at all the response I was looking for. Apparently, younger dogs can only be adopted by families without young kids. The family also has to already have other dogs in order to be considered–and that’s also a requirement with a lot of the adult dogs.
Harrumph. Talk about a letdown.
I understand the rescue is doing what it thinks is best for these dogs, but it sure does suck to be told that my family isn’t a good fit for a dog and that the rescue would decide which dog would be best suited for my type of family. It also sucks that we’re a family ready to give a home to one of these homeless dogs but we’re not taken as seriously because we don’t already have dogs. That seems like a policy that pushes families like mine towards the breeder route.
Plus, look at that dog’s face and tell me you wouldn’t want to adopt her.
Photo Credit: Petfinder
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