Wednesday, October 7, 2009
Gus and Abandoned Pitbulls
A few days ago, a friend from my Samoyed Group sent me a link of a Samoyed Mix who is in a local high-kill shelter. I called them to check to see if the dog was still there and he was. I notified the local Samoyed Rescue to make sure they knew about it and they asked me if I could go see the dog to ascertain whether he was actually a Samoyed mix. Lots of times, dogs are labeled Samoyed mixes when they are actually American Eskimos or huskies or Corgis. Just kidding about the Corgis. The point is that a lot of times dogs that AREN'T Samoyeds or Samoyed mixes frequently get labeled as Samoyeds, anyway. I suspect other breeds run into the same problem. Actually, I wouldn't be surprised if other breeds are mislabled even more often since Samoyeds are very distinctive looking. Gus was a stray so we don't really know his parantage.
So anyway, after court, today, I drove down the road to the next town where the shelter is. It is a very nice facility - clean, good air, very nice staff, etc.
Oh, it was hard.
I have been to animal shelters, before, and they just destroy me. I bet other people feel the same way. The dogs are generally so eager for attention. They look at you with such love in their eyes. You want to take them all home with you and you can't. And you know that a lot of them aren't going to make it.
I fell in love with this face. I wanted to bring her home with me. She was such a lover. Who could dump this baby?
And then there was this little old guy:
He looked so depressed.
This one looked like she'd given up:
Either that, or was on some pretty good drugs.
This one had only been there a day or so. He was still pretty freaked out at the canine lunatic asylum atmosphere.
He was a big scared baby:
And another. Actually, this one may have more problems that being scared.
Another friendly little pit bull:
And another one that I wish I could keep:
This little guy was a beauty. He was still a puppy, had a lovely coat and best of all, he wasn't a pitbull.
He caught my eye because he was so pretty (the picture doesn't do him justice) but he didn't show a lot of personality. Didn't matter. He was labeled a labrador retriever and before I left, a sweet young woman came in, walked right past the pits, and waltzed him out the door to a loving home.
While this little sweetie pitbull, was left behind.
Sigh. I left her behind, too.
In case you can't tell, I got pretty angry while I was walking towards the back looking for the Samoyed mix. I saw pitbull after pitbull - the sweet, darling things. A lot of people won't adopt them. But irresponsible people keep breeding them. We all know the horrible stories of babies being eaten by them and old people mauled, but most of them are sooooooo sweet. But that doesn't help the poor things when they are dumped at a high kill shelter.
I passed one and on the kennel sheet I saw where some damn fool named him "Cujo." I mean, good lord. Who is going to adopt a grown pitbull named Cujo? And why in the name of heaven didn't the shelter change the name, at least?
Lots of hunting dogs. I was surprised at how many there were.
But as I made my way back into the bowels of the kennel, I heard a dog barking nonstop in a low meaty bark. A lot of Samoyeds are barkers but they often have a high pitched, yippy bark. God knows Jezebel did and so does Pearl. All the same, I looked down the way and there he was:
Look at this cutie face!
My job, primarily, was to try to decide if this was actually a Samoyed mix.
What do you think?
Gus' ears are definitely not like a Samoyed but he has the coat, the moves, the color and the curled over tail.
I think he definitely has the sammie smile:
When I first got there, he hid at the back of his kennel. I simply sat on the floor in front of his pen for nearly 45 minutes and eventually, he crept up to the front fence and leaned against it to be close.
This next whole series of photos came as a surprise to me. I stuck the camera through the bars and ended up with this nice bluish background.
It was a complete accident.
This looks like a Samoyed body, to me.
Do what you can to support your animal shelters. As a society, we ought to be ashamed of ourselves.
When I got home, the shelter called to tell me that Gus was going to be put to sleep if he wasn't adopted by 3:30 on Friday. I e-mailed the local shelter. And I am completely freaked out.