Wrestling with my Conscience
I have been on the hunt again for a new little Pop dog. I have scoured the websites of the humane societies near and far. Our next little dog is just not there….yet.
I have also delved deep into my heart and determined I want another little bichon. Anyone who has ever shared their life with one of these little dogs will understand why I feel the way I do. All dogs are wonderful but these little dogs fit into my heart and our life, to quote Goldilocks, “Just right!”
There are no bichons in any of our shelters now and from what I gather it is rare that they are. That’s a grand thing for the breed, but not a grand thing for me as I pursue my search.
So here’s my dilemma, do I purchase a little bichon or just wait and hope that one magically appears somewhere.
I saw a classified ad yesterday that said a couple has a bichon for sale. It’s a male and he’s only nine months old. I kept thinking about the ad and quizzing myself about whether or not to call and get more information about him. As I deliberated, I did something I seldom do, I read my horoscope in the newspaper. Here’s what it said: “ARIES: Life is not a popularity contest. You’re realizing that you have to do what’s right for you. Ultimately, others will respect you for standing up for yourself”
Should I make the call or not? I think I might.
I have also delved deep into my heart and determined I want another little bichon. Anyone who has ever shared their life with one of these little dogs will understand why I feel the way I do. All dogs are wonderful but these little dogs fit into my heart and our life, to quote Goldilocks, “Just right!”
There are no bichons in any of our shelters now and from what I gather it is rare that they are. That’s a grand thing for the breed, but not a grand thing for me as I pursue my search.
So here’s my dilemma, do I purchase a little bichon or just wait and hope that one magically appears somewhere.
I saw a classified ad yesterday that said a couple has a bichon for sale. It’s a male and he’s only nine months old. I kept thinking about the ad and quizzing myself about whether or not to call and get more information about him. As I deliberated, I did something I seldom do, I read my horoscope in the newspaper. Here’s what it said: “ARIES: Life is not a popularity contest. You’re realizing that you have to do what’s right for you. Ultimately, others will respect you for standing up for yourself”
Should I make the call or not? I think I might.
posted by pissed off patricia at 1:45 AM
14 Comments:
Oh, what the hell.
I wanted a boxer. I thought I was driving three hours to a legitimate breeder and ended up at a pucking fuppy mill. My impulse was to turn and leave.
The inside of the quonset hut appeared clean, but it stunk to high heaven like raw sewage.
Zenzi was in a wire cage with her siblings, all males, who were trampling her.
Her mother had been bred the first time she was in heat.
As much as I hated myself for forking over money (rewarding, encouraging, contributing to the problem of dog overpopulation) to people who have even less business breeding dogs than legitimate breeders who at least CARE about dog health and welfare, I consider Zenzi a rescue.
She was sick. She had to be treated twice for giardia.
The way I look at it, there's already a living bichon out there if that's what you're looking for, and the only way to end irresponsible breeding and dog-overpopulation if through legislation and enforcement.
Make the call.
To quote that evil man now known as POTUS, "So what?"
Here are the central questions you need to ask yourself:
Do you want the dog or not?
Do you have the means to pay for it?
Pardon me for making this assumption, but I'm guessing the answer to both is yes. Moreover, whether or not the bichon is purchased or rescued is an irrelevant question because ultimately, your desire is to give a dog a good home. If we had our way, every stray dog and cat would be given a good home where they can offer unqualified love, comfort and companionship, but like many of us, we simply can't accept just any animal into our lives.
I hope this helps.
Proceed to the phone NOW.
Call before he is gone.
If you don't...you will regret it.
On the way home...buy dog food!
Better to call and find out either way if he's the dog for you or wonder forever.
What Randal said. Go for it, Pop!
Of course, now you may be obligated to name the dog "Randal."
too bad the horoscope wasn't just a bit more precise. we are later here on the left coast. maybe by the time i'm reading this you've already called.
Make the call. Sometimes what we want can't be found exactly where we want to find it.
call, oh call. please call.
follow your heart. you have a good one.
listen.
The problem last time was the cat-dog relationship. Is there a way to check on that before things are finalized?
hi PoP--
I'm coming down in the "call" category, too.
I don't know the breed you're speaking of, but if they don't generally show up in the shelters, doesn't that raise the odds that, if one DOES land in a shelter it will be more likely to have problems?
I'm sure you don't want to go through that scenario [or put Fred through it] again.
so, call, kiddo. sounds like the right call from here.
what do you have to lose? nothing. call for info- you may end up with a dog.
I think I'd stick with female dogs. I have three dogs myself and the male is more of a pain in the ass. Of course that could be the Chihuahua in him.
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