Some people just have got some nerve.
Okay, I am looking… slowly… for a small dog for my youngest son’s eighth birthday. I believe that there are a lot of good dogs out there that need a loving home, and I am not one to feel that I need a “full breed” dog. In fact I am quite fond of orphaned, abandoned and rescued things… be it kids, birds, critters or in this case dogs. So I am looking for a young, small, female dog to join our family or pack, as Cesar Millan would say!
Well, I found a darling little girl… such a cute face and looked like a “Harrison kind of dog”, so I wrote to the “foster” parent and requested to get more information and to find out what the fee was.
In return… I get questioned as to why my two current dogs are outside. So… I take my time and politely answer the question. They LIKE it outside and have a job to do! Guard us! They are very good at it… just ask some of my friends! (So sorry Julie.) They come in occasionally… but after a nice nap they are ready to get back outside and get to work! (or in a thunderstorm or tornado!!)
Anyway… back and forth the emails go… but not once does she tell me anything about the little dog I am asking about. She just keeps going on about my two dogs being outside.
Okay. I know people differ on how to have a dog. I am SO okay with that. If you want to put little dresses on your dog or carry it around in a purse and treat it like a human baby… well you go right ahead. Even though I think it is silly? Hey… it’s your dog. If you want to humiliate it in public… that’s your business. If I want to have my two big stinky, lovable labs outside, protecting their family from the “evil” mailman… well that’s my business… isn’t it?
If they were living in deplorable conditions… being beaten, neglected or mistreated in any way… that is another story. But they are not. They are LOVED and loved on every day.
Needless to say… that will not be the little dog we bring into our warm, loving home. Poor little dog. She missed out on a forever home with a good family and a great little master all because her “foster” mom got her britches in a bunch over my two fat and happy outdoor dogs that I’ve successfully taken care of for 7 and 4 years.
So… the search continues.
aaaahh… I feel a little better.