I Don't Care What Kind Of Car It Is, You Twatmuffin

*slapping own fingers* Language, woman! We're supposed to be working on that!

But srsly. One of the dog owners came to work yesterday and told me this was the last time we'd be seeing the dog, he was going to the pound tomorrow. "Oh no, why?" I said. "Oh well, I got a new car and don't want him to mess it up. He just doesn't listen to me. He's a really good dog other than that."
Everything I can articuatly type when telling people off for this sort of thing left me. I said, "Well, have you tried our classes? They really..."
"Oh yeah, we took some once. He just doesn't listen."

Back up. I do NOT CARE for this dog. He's a beagle, and beagles are one of my least favorite dogs. Never would I own a beagle. This dog is a NUT. But he's a sweetheart. And that is one shittyass reason to ditch an animal that loves you and trusts you with his life. This dog is going to die. No one is going to adopt him in the condition he's in. People like this, who refuse to work with them and let us help them train him, make my fingers tighten (don't worry, their neck is in between only in my brain).

To make things worse, my coworker's aunt is looking for a beagle. CW told the dog owner this as she was leaving. "Oh, I don't want him to bite anybody, so I think this is best."

??? The dog doesn't bite!!!!

I am so mad remembering this I can't type anymore. I know that a lot of you aren't as passionate about this as I am. But I am. Grrrrr.


NEXT TIME: MY BABY SISTER IS GRADUATING!!!!

I am back down to two dogs.

We recieved a phone call yesterday from a woman who worked at a nearby vet clinic. They had lost their older dog in January and got a puppy. The puppy had died the day before in surgery. Although they weren't trying to replace their puppy, their children and other dog were crushed and lost, and she wondered if we had any prospects. My boss told her about Pippi, and she and her husband agreed to come meet her.
When they arrived, they plopped right down on the concrete, dog hair covered office floor with her (I liked them already). They were delighted to hear that I have four cats that Pippi loves, because they had three. They were delighted to hear that I have a one-year-old...so do they. She was happy to hear that I have a golden retriever...their other dog is a yellow lab. I told them about her, where we're at in training, her personality. Then the woman asked me how she was in the car, because she would like to take her to work with her often, and the puppy hated to get in the car. I told her Pippi came to work with me every day and loved car rides (I think she almost cried). AND the husband was a teacher, so she'd have company all day in a few weeks.
They took pictures of her on their cell phones, told me they would talk it over with each other and their twelve-year-old, and they would give us a call tomorrow. An hour later they called back begging for her.
So today, I said goodbye. And I am a sniveling dying heap on the floor. I will be seeing her again - the woman was very set on not letting her forget us, she'll be bringing her back frequently and she will be bringing her to training classes. And I have talked myself out of the fact that she probably feels like I abandoned her (thanks for the pep talk, P&F girls!).

But ohhh.

EDIT: Oh! Some things about them I forgot to gush about. She has a brand new collar with daises on it (which really looks pretty on her). She has been renamed 'Blanche' after a lake around here - the couple has just gotten a boat and are really hoping that she will like to swim and she will want to go boating with them all.summer.long.

My foster puppy

A few weekends ago, I was at work, and there was a tiny pittie puppy there, giving me the EYES. I asked the managers and found out her story. She was seventeen weeks old. She had been taken from her mother at four weeks and lived outside attached to a very short chain in the kennel owner's neighborhood. She was stolen, and found chained to a telephone pole a few blocks away with a broken leg. She was then surrendered to our kennel. I took her in as a foster, and we've been helping her learn to be a puppy. She's amazingly good - no accidents, she loves Caden and Barkley (although you could tell she didn't quite know how to play), the cats, Kristen...you name it. She let Shana paint her toenails bright purple and she wears a pink hoodie (sekxy). I had her to obedience class last Tuesday and she did perfectly - she was one of the first to start automatic sitting, which we don't even start expecting them to learn until the second half of the next class. She lives to please me - she craves my approval and love, she begs for it every second of the day. Is there anyone out there who knows of a forever home? I have a prospect, but the husband isn't sure if he wants to add another pittie or not. We're calling her Pippi (although she comes to anything as long as it's said in the party voice) and she is UTD on all her shots.



There are probably people reading this who are shocked that I would allow a pit bull puppy, with socialization and probably abuse issues, into my home, with cats and a thirteen-month-old. Pit bulls, after all, are killing machines who have brains hardwired for blood. I ask you - go back and reread this post - look me (and come look at her) in the eyes, and tell me that SHE is the monster.

EDIT: PS - yes, that is Ghost's ass. Mooning you. The cats do not like Pippi near as much as Pippi likes the cats.