Ok, I'll share some of my pet adoption stories, both good and bad.
My first experience with a rescue dog was when I adopted "Fat Dog" Riggs. I had wanted a Norwegian Elkhound since I first saw one and having done my homework, I discovered that that particular breed would be a good fit for me. Sadly, pups from a breeder are frequently $500 plus, a bit much for my budget.
As such, my wife began looking at rescue groups as she had prior experience fostering dogs. She found a breed specific rescue group which had several different dogs needing homes. Well, we went to Lakewood where Riggs was being kept to meet him.
I approached the door and before I could even knock, this giant barrel looking dog shot out the door and nearly knocked me down. I knelt down to pet him and he buried his big timber wolf looking head in my arm pit and wouldn't leave my side from that moment on. The lady who had him said, "Yep, that's your dog".....
I paid the $75 dollar fee (completely reasonable) and he's been with me ever since. I figured it was a win-win for everybody involved. Riggs needed a permanent home and I sure wanted a big friendly dog.
I think for a lot of people, adopting an adult dog rather than a puppy is more practical anyway.....
Another time however, our attempt to adopt a rescue dog didn't go as well.
A local group had placed an ad in the paper stating they were holding an adoption fair at such and such location. Wanting to adopt a smaller dog as a more playful companion animal for our small kids, off we went....
We arrive at this event with our twin girls and begin looking around at the different dogs and asking questions.
Now, I should re-state that my wife has considerable experience with dogs of all kinds and I'm not completely ignorant either, so we were paying close attention to how each dog interacted with the kids and vice versa.
We finally found a smallish mixed breed dog with a strong Papillon influence. I'll be the first to admit I'm not really a small dog kind of guy, but I saw how happy my little girls were playing with that dog and how he behaved playing with them. It appeared to be a match made in Heaven and most important to me, my girls were thrilled.....
The young lady who was supervising this particular pen concurred. She told my wife she could hold the dog and that we just needed to see another lady, fill out a couple of forms, and pay the fee. Cool right?
Noooooo..... When we go and speak with the woman the young lady had indicated was in charge, she took the dog from my wife and flatly stated she would not adopt the dog to us. No questions, no explanations, just no.
Now, my wife is a very well educated and rational woman. She can hold her own with
anyone intellectually. I thought this woman was in for the ass chewing of her life, but my wife just turned away, defeated....
You see, despite the fact that my wife holds two bachelor's degrees as well as her MBA and has a very successful career, she still has issues thinking she's not good enough.....
My wife was wounded by this woman in such a way that she couldn't respond and my little girls were upset and crying that their new found friend couldn't come home with us the way we said he would be. I had to do something.
I'll tell you all right now that this adoption Nazi was lucky, damn lucky, that she was in fact a woman. Had she been a man, I would have settled the matter in the way that big, blue collar guys like me frequently do. Instead, I just waited a bit till she put the dog down. I scooped him up, plunked my $150 adoption fee on the counter (I wouldn't want any one calling me a thief), and headed for the car.
To this day I am amazed at how quickly the police showed up....
Anyway, since I had paid for the dog I hadn't stolen anything and since I hadn't threatened or hit anybody, I really hadn't broken any laws. In fact, the officer when talking to adoption Nazi, indicated to her that he was unsure why he had been called. Ultimately, the police officer convinced me it was in my best interest to surrender the dog and be given my money back.
Anyway, long story short, We didn't go home with the dog. I failed my wife and girls, and the only high point to the whole day is that I didn't go to jail......
I'm still pissed off......
I'll tell you what though, that will be the last time I attempt to adopt a dog from one of these psycho rescue groups.