posted on Nov, 12 2010 @ 02:48 PM
I never have and never will take a pet to a shelter. I do not fool myself into thinking that there will be a happy ending. The moment I chose to bring
that pet home with me, I become her/his custodian on earth.
I have had many cats and some dogs through the years and many I have rescued from pounds and shelters.
I took over a Jack Russell 3 years ago and that was the closest I had ever come to acting on a whim. I thought I would be prepared for his energy and
exuberance. We had a big yard, plenty of space and I would put him in training. But he was out of control often and several times when he tried to nip
my toddler son, I actually thought maybe I should find him a new home. I could tolerate a lot, but not the nipping. I was worried one day he would
bite his face. I had put time and energy into training him but he was not responding well.
Sadly I began to put ads on CL because I knew I would never take him to a shelter. I wanted him to find a good home, maybe without young kids.
One day I was typing a reply to an interested adopter. I looked down and he was sitting quietly, looking at me inquisitively. I stared into those dark
brown doggy eyes, the eyes that I had never quite warmed up to. He did a little doggy sigh and just leaned against me and a little shudder went
through his body almost like he knew what was going on.
I was wracked with guilt and knew I could not follow through. I had never given up on a pet before and I would not start now. I threw myself into his
training again and now, 2 years after that incident we have a pretty well trained and much more mellow JR. I knew had I given him away, I would have
felt guilt the rest of my life. He is still a butt sometimes but I make sure to give him lots of exercise and at the end of the day, a contented Jack
Russell snoring against my legs.