Do you see this dog? This adorable dog, half Great Dane and half German Shepherd?
This dog was scheduled to be put down in a pound when a lady from a pit rescue found him. The reason he was being put down? Because of his size and breed. No other reason. So she took him in but had no room to board him amongst her other rescues.
So I took him. We have a small house, two dogs and a cat already, but I could not let him be put down. Look at that face! He is a sweet heart, and I fell in love.
Patrick and I immediately began looking for a new home for this pup. I put out ads, we called friends, family, and coworkers, knowing we could not be his permanent owners. And finally, someone responded that fit the bill.
They were a young couple, married about a year. They had a chow and a pekingese, and wanted to find a third dog to round out there house. Perfect! They came, met him, and took him home, all in one night.
I checked on them a couple of times, just making sure everything was working. Everyone was happy. Everything was fine. So I checked it off as a successful placement.
But then I got an email yesterday.
The couple have just found out they are pregnant. And Hank (that's the pup) is just going to be too much for them to handle. So they need to give him back to me, so I can find him a new home.
I'm sorry? What?
If you had any indication to believe that a baby added to your mix would be too much, you shouldn't have gotten the dog, or you shouldn't have gotten knocked up. One or the other. I am a firm believer in getting a pet and keeping a pet. You do not suddenly decide you have tired of your family member, then drop your responsibilities off on someone else. This is most likely how he wound up at the pound to begin with.
I told her I appreciated the email and her not just taking him to the animal shelter to be put to sleep. But then I explained that he was their responsibility, and they should find him a good new home. Because obviously I had not done so well in the first place. Which may sound harsh, but I have a soft spot for animals. But if the pound is their last option, I won't allow that to happen.
We'll just have to squeeze him in somewhere between the bookshelf and television.
If you think you want a dog, send me your information, and I'll forward it on to her and her husband. I don't want Hank back at the pound and on death row again.