There are many reasons out there regarding why you should adopt a pet and not buying one. Every day, the number of stray pets and shelter pets are increasing. Pet adoption should be encouraged.
I adopted Zoey girl as a rescue, fell in love with her almost immediately although there were some tense moments of hesitation. The border collie breed is extremely active and she acted like a puppy even at an adult age. I thought what am I getting myself into?! I didn’t know much about her, so we had to get to know each other. When I first got her, she was very active and full of energy. Mellowed out as she got older. Also learned that border collies are smart, oh she was. She was fairly easy to retrain . One thing I learned about her is that she prefers men, probably part of her history but Zoey and I still get along great.
After debating the pros and cons of getting a furry friend to welcome into your home, you must then decide whether to adopt or shop. This decision is never an easy one to make, with many potential concerns associated with both. There are an abundance of articles and social media pages out there that give their opinions on what is morally the right and wrong thing to do, with many arguing adopting an animal from a shelter should always be preferred. However, the answer is not this straightforward and is entirely your decision. Recently, there have been reports that dog rehoming charity Dog’s Trust has seen an increase in people giving up their dogs as lockdown eases, predicting numbers as high as tens of thousands as owners realise they can no longer look after their pup.
Trixie was a shelter dog, a mutt on death row when we found her at the pound and rescued her. The coloring and appearance is similar to a doberman pinscher, her body resembling that of a pit bull or bull mastiff, and of medium size, weighing in around 50-60 Ib. She had a few white hairs on her chest and snout. A dog that didn’t bark, she stood out from every other dog that raged around in their cages. Her eyes were brown and sad and her ears and attitude were perky, licking my face, giving me doggy kisses.
I was miserable, haggard and in desperate need of a joint and a shot or two of vodka that rainy night... until this devious black cat greeted me at the door.
2 months ago, my partner and I took a trip to a local rescue centre to visit a sweet looking lurcher x “German shepherd”. She instantly melted our hearts, we met her at her outside kennel where she excitedly jumped and bounced away as the staff told us her story.
Amid the clamor of New York City, in a silent, dark and dank basement, a baby canine’s chest barely lifted as she struggled to breathe. She was wasted, withered, with crusty skin sagging over her protruding ribs. Clumps of black fur created a pattern of splotches over her emaciated body. And heavy, metal brackets were duct taped to her left front leg. She couldn’t stand. She couldn’t move. Stuck on her flank on the cold cement floor as cucarachas crawled in and out of her wounds, nibbling on her flesh. And fleas and infections ravaged what was left of her.
It is difficult to imagine a world without pets, especially today with the bad news and media featuring the riots and protests that revolves around the wrongful deaths of African - Americans in the world.. Pets are the one thing that can change people’s mood and mental state in a positive direction and they really do make everything better. I have four of them myself and I never felt happier and safe before. Without further ado, I will introduce them to the world.
Meet The latest edition to my furry rescue Family! He came to me so disturbed he was required to take prescriptions of trazadone and Prozac and remained unruly. It took the patience of a saint, but this little man is a snuggly sweetheart that transforms into a larger than life beast when the doorbell rings! He feels the need to take charge of his older senior sisters ( when they let him!). We are a true work in progress and this cowboy’s work is never done watching out for his family
My husband and I had shelled out a pretty penny for our first dog, a German Shepherd that we named Otto. Bred to work, he was from healthier European stock, and, we decided, that was worth the money. Besides, Wyatt was dead set on training a puppy.