On one hand, it's good to be in Northeast Ohio. Shelters from the south use us. They transport their animals up there for adoption due to the high rate of finding them homes.
But it's the non-pitbulls that get selected first...and quickly.
You all saw last week how quickly Gaston went.
The next day we went out to look at Robbie. We were there before the shelter opened and there was a fucking line. People clearly know the game when it comes to adopting - something we are just now learning.
And all shelters are not created equal.
Robbie and Gaston were at - what 710 calls - the concierge facility. They tell you as much as they can about the dog and provide all the things they've done for the doggie. They take in surrendered pets and get displaced dogs from other states - mostly the south. They are very good. It is where we got Sophie....and where my mother surrendered Buddy (who got adopted 4 hours later).
However, the county shelter mostly has strays and knows nothing about the pooch at all. It's questionable they've done much for the dogs save feed and walk them. I get it - it's government and government funded. Still, the place is frightening for some of the more timid dogs. It has to be traumatizing to them.
So, we did go to see Robbie. We were first in line for him.
Robbie was all energy. He like gnawing on arms and hands. Cute as the dickens. Hyper Hyper Hyper. Probably more dog than we could handle. Still very much a puppy.
But he was the star that day. Everyone passing the window in our get-to-know-you room saw him...and he them. We passed on him, but he was adopted before we ever made it home. Good for him.
So it was off to the county shelter...again.
Chloe. Oh - the ears! The ears!!!! And she was so sweet.
Until she got out of the cage. Not with us but with others. Wild....and she didn't seem to like other dogs.
Then we saw Bullfrog (I know....I know, but I didn't name him).
Another couple saw him before we did, and they got their name on the list to adopt first. We got seconds....as it seems many a-time that the people who say they want him don't actually ever show up to claim them.
As it turns out we had to wait until yesterday to find out if we would get him. And as it turns out, we did not. The initial couple showed up.
I really don't know how couples who adopt kids do it. This is stressful. It has to be worse on those wanting dogs, because, I mean, dogs are generally more adorable than children.
I suppose like those childless couples, we should start looking at Asians. Shar Pei rescues might be in order.
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