I am the poster child for poor impulse control. I am a
frequent purchaser of grocery checkout-line candy, I can’t shop online without
paying through the nose for overnight shipping, and I adopted my first dog on a
whim from PetSmart without even asking my husband’s permission. Believe me, I
fully understand the notion that when you want something, you want something
NOW.
But a lot of times these impulse purchases don’t pan out as
well as I had hoped. When I zip up my skinny jeans, it is apparent that my
waistline absolutely did not need that package of peanut butter cups. And my
newly sprained ankle is living proof that I have no business wearing those 5
inch stiletto ankle booties that looked so incredible online.
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| Eleanor Rigby ("Ellie"), 2006-2012 |
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The same principle applied to my first dog, Ellie. I was at
the store buying cat food when this beautiful, athletic dog ran up to me with a
huge smile. She must have sensed I was a total sucker and she wasted no time in
throwing herself in my impulsive path.
I left the store that day (sans cat food) dragging a new
wire crate, a grossly overpriced dog bed, and a dog that I had met not even 15
minutes earlier. I knew nothing about pit bulls. I was blissfully unaware of
the negative perception surrounding the breed and oblivious to the
responsibility that my new companion had placed on my shoulders. Don’t get me
wrong, Ellie turned out to be a fabulous dog, but a little education could have
gone a long way in helping my sanity those first few months.
When it came time to get a second dog, we knew we wanted
another pit bull, but we also knew that we needed the right fit for our
situation. This time, my husband and I decided to do it his way. This is a man
that has never impulsively done anything (I swear, he once spent weeks
researching which brand of canned tuna was the best prior to making a tuna
salad sandwich). So after much research, we decided upon a local breed specific
rescue.
There are lots of benefits to adopting from a smaller rescue
group. These groups operate by pulling dogs from overcrowded city shelters and
placing them in foster homes where they are treated as members of the family. The
foster homes spend time evaluating them, training them, and loving them. They
commit an enormous amount of time and emotional energy into rehabilitating
these dogs.
The vast majority of these smaller rescue groups are
entirely volunteer run. These volunteers have full time jobs, families, and
dogs of their own. They dedicate their free time to helping needy dogs find
perfect homes. The volunteers divvy up the rescue responsibilities and tackle
the necessary tasks when they have a free moment during their day. It is not
the most efficient method of rehoming dogs, but it is arguably the best. In my
experience, dogs adopted from small group rescues are better equipped to handle
life in a loving home. They have worked on housebreaking and basic manners and
they are accompanied by a wealth of education from experienced rescue
volunteers.
The process of adopting from small rescue groups is arduous
and intrusive (a week with your mother in-law can feel less interrogative).
They want references, veterinary checks, and home visits. They work very hard
to ensure the best fit for each dog they commit to helping, but sometimes it
feels excessive.
Why do they need to know all of this? Isn’t enough that you want to give a dog a loving home…why do they have to
delve into you personal life and why does it have to take so long? Don’t they
know that there are plenty of other places you can get a dog without all of
this judgment?!?
The answer is yes; they realize it is intrusive and
painstakingly slow. And yes, they are fully aware that you could get a dog
elsewhere. But no, they aren’t judging you. They are, however, judging your situation and
whether or not that situation is suitable for the dog you are interested in
bringing home.
Whenever I get frustrated with the process, I consider the
situation from their perspective. They love these dogs. These dogs sleep in
their beds, play with their children, and greet them at the door when they come
home from work. It must be unbelievably hard to dedicate months of love and
affection to a dog; then one day turn around and deliver that dog to their new,
permanent home.
So as I sit here on my couch surrounded by my rescued dogs,
I have to say that I appreciate the love and care that they received during
their transition to my home. And I am very glad that for once, I was patient.
These guys were worth the wait.
