Their crime (unless it was torturing animals, of course) doesn’t matter. They’re given the opprotunity based on how they’ve behaved in prison.
It’s a great incentive for good behavior. My Hubby told me about one man who was a violent, nasty character, always getting into fights and causing trouble. A guy in his dorm got a dog, and he stopped my Hubby on The Yard and asked him how he could get one.
Hubby told him that he was sorry, but only people who didn’t have “tickets” could be in the program. The man insisted that he really wanted a dog, so Hubby made a deal with him-- if the guy would stay out of trouble for six months, he’d see to it that the guy was given a dog.
Hubby was very happy to see that it worked. The inmate was as good as gold for those six months, and Hubby never heard a peep out of him. On the day the six months were up, Hubby called the inmate to his office and handed him a fat litte puppy. Hubby says he’s never seen any change more remarkable. This young man, a violent gang member, was rolling around on the floor, giggling as the puppy licked his face.
Hubby kept an eye on him, of course, but really didn’t need to. The guy stopped him in the hallways constantly to show Hubby the new tricks that the puppy had learned.
The climate change in the whole prison has been remarkable. It’s been a huge success.
They do an excellent job. Some of the dogs do so well that they go on to the service dog training academy, but the ones who don’t make the cut are adopted by the public. The dogs are well-trained: along with obedience, they usuallly have a repitoire of tricks they can do, and they’re very well socialized. Almost all of them are adopted, either by prison staff or by the public. As soon as one leaves, another puppy comes in from the pound.
There’s only been one problem in the six years the program has been running. One inmate had a dog for over three years because it didn’t make the service dog cut, and no one adopted it. (Poor thing was as ugly as sin, but a great dog.) Unfortunately, it started getting protective of the inmate, growling when people approached his bunk.
Hubby called in the inmate and said that he was sorry, but this couldn’t be permitted. He’d gotten a complaint. If the dog bit someone, that would be the end of the dog program for the whole prison. No one was willing to adopt the dog, so unfortunately, it would have to go to the pound. Hubby was very unhappy about it himself, but he had to follow the rules.
The inmate begged and protested, but finally gave in. He asked Hubby if he could have one more week with the dog before it was taken away, and Hubby agreed.
A couple of days later, a large group of inmates came to Hubby’s office, and said they wanted to speak to him about the dog. Hubby told me later that he thought of brushing them off because he thought they were just going to plea that the dog be allowed to stay, (he’d already gotten a petition to that effect) but he decided to hear them out.
He started by telling them that he was really sorry, but he had to follow the rules. One of the inmates spoke up and said that’s not why they wanted to talk to him. They had teamed up and found someone on the outside to adopt the dog, but the woman had financial trouble and they wanted to send her money for the dog’s adoption fees and food. They needed his permission to add her to their approved lists since they didn’t have time to go through the usual channels. Hubby granted it immediately. Every inmate in the dorm donated towards “the cause.” It was really touching to see them all come together like that.