So, Friday we went to a shelter that had many, many dogs that needed to find homes. I kinda fell for one of them, but it was too late to adopt her that day. We were told to come back at noon on Saturday-first come, first serve.
We showed up at noon, and asked to have some time with her-paperwork all filled out, etc. The clerk behind the desk told us that the dog was 15 minutes away, at Petco, for outreach adoption. Gad, really? I didn't want to waste time going back through the kennels looking for another dog. Off we went (we were in separate cars, as Gary was heading to the airport). They wouldn't call Petco to see if she was still there, either.
Well, Gary called the store (after we had driven 1/2 way there)-the lady hadn't taken the dog, because she couldn't get her in the van! Ugh! Now I am freaking out. That meant all those people that were already in the shelter were LOOKING at the dog I wanted.
We get back to the shelter, and go into the kennels to see her. Her kennel is open-she's not there. Apparently, she was on a "meet and greet" with a family with a dog. So, we look around a bit, and a volunteer tells us to wait a bit. So, I find another dog-just in case-and start to fall in love again. I am such a wimp-on Friday I kept crying because ALL of them were so scared and sad.
The volunteer comes back, apologetic, saying that the first dog is adopted. She was in her kennel, and so I went back and wished her well with her new family. Yes, I am a sap like that.
Back out to the ding-dong out front. We ask to spend some time with the other dog-the second one. We had petted her, talked to the volunteer about her, gave her treats. Yes, I was falling again. Ding-dong looks through some files, and announces that this one is "on hold for a meet and greet." WHAT??? I didn't understand. No sign on the kennel. I thought I was gonna lose it, totally melting in tears. I didn't want to do that in front of all the little kids that were there, looking for pups and kits. I said rather loudly, "Gary, I can't do this. This is ridiculous. Let's just go." He agreed, and left with me.
Once outside, I totally lost it. This was a hard enough decision for me in the first place. I still miss Buddy so much, I can hardly stand it. But to fall quickly in love with two dogs, to have them snatched away by people who are incompetent at their jobs is so beyond my pain threshold.
At this point, Gary went back inside. I am not sure what happened, but he told me that one man took his little boy and left. Only because he had witnessed the whole thing-and probably didn't want his son to be disappointed the way the 51 year old woman was. Yes, they had other dogs I would have considered, but I just couldn't deal with all the shenanigans.
So, off we go to Tacoma, to visit another shelter. Another hour away. Very sad, but they only had about 8 dogs (I guess that is good?). The majority of them were pit bull mixes-and the majority of the rest were older dogs. I don't want either. Not to be mean, but we did the pit bull thing before, and the older dog thing, too. We were told that the reason they didn't have many was because they were not taking un-neutered dogs just then, as the vet they use was closed for remodeling.
All this came after I had called a particular rescue organization about a particular dog. THAT woman didn't even take my name for a possible call back. Witch!
So, I don't know now what I am going to do. God will provide, I am sure. He knows me better than anyone-and
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