Okay … I’m going to duck as soon as I post this because I’m sure people will be flaming me as soon as I hit “submit” … but I had a horrible experience at a shelter and I would never (NEVER) adopt another dog from that type of organization. I apologize … this is long …
Three years ago, my husband and I wanted a puppy. To be honest, I had my heart set on a pug … and we were in the process of researching local breeders. My well-meaning co-workers bitched and moaned and complained (very similar to this thread) that I was propagating a terrible system by buying a pure-bred dog … and guilted me into going to the local no-kill shelter.
We adopted a beautiful shepard mix … who the shelter assured us was housebroken, child-friendly, well-trained, etc. Something didn’t seem right from the get-go … Missy was a little … flighty I suppose … I called the shelter for support … they THEN admitted she’d been abused … but STILL assured me that she’d been trained and socizlied at the shelter by their “professionals.”
Within six months, Missy had bitten my husband on leg … bit me on the thigh … and (the last straw) bit my teenage step-daughter on top of the head. Enough, I said. I called the shelter … they refused to take her back and said it was our fault … that it MUST have been something we did.
I demanded to talk to their director … I told her that I would have the dog put down if they did not take it back or agree to help in SOME way … as there was something WRONG with the dog. She was NOT agressive … or mean … but would just randomly snap and bite. They agreeded to take her back and “work with her some more” … but were OBVIOUSLY pissed at me and they were just SURE that I was doing something wrong even though they admitted Missy had been abused by previous owners.
Now, during this time, my co-workers, who’d berated and bitched me into doing this in the FIRST place admitted that they, too, occasionally had bad experiences … but swore that I should just go back out there and pick out ANOTHER one.
Okay … make me the biggest bitch on the planet … but I’ve got kids in my house … two godchildren … three step-daughters … and I’m DONE taking chances and I’m DONE bringing home other people’s problems!!!
Now, the payoff to this story? I called the shelter back two weeks later to see how their “training” with Missy was going … know what? She’d ALREADY been placed with another home … a home with TWO TODDLERS. WTF?
We interviewed various breeders (as I had originally planned) and now have two beautiful, well-manned, healthy miniature schnauzers. Yes, they are pure-bred … and no, that’s no guarantee that I won’t ever have problems. But I’ll never be put in a position again where I’ll accept a dog into my home that has an unknown history and may or may not put my family at risk. Yes, it’s my money … and yes, I’ll buy what I please … but more than that it’s MY decision to make an informed choice.