My dad, who loves this kinda thing, said sure, go ahead…so I trotted over giving her my very best smile. I’m Rusty by the way. I’m part Pit and part Boxer with a little Lab thrown in for good measure. It’s what gives me my charisma, not to mention my tendency to jump in the bathtub while you’re in it.
I noticed the first thing Susannah asked was if I was a rescue or not. That question used to bother me since I thought it was because I was too skinny or not good looking enough, but I know now that’s not the case. She was simply hoping I was adopted and not bought from a breeder. I actually took it as a compliment since I’m such a mutt.
My father told her how I came from a shelter in Kentucky. That’s so far away, she said, do you hail from there? I love this part of my story. No, dad said, I surfed the net till I found the face I was looking for and when I saw Rusty’s, I knew, that’s him, that’s my new best friend.
Yeah, I’m smiling.
By the way, isn’t it nice of Susannah to let me blog today? I like her so much and she’s so pretty too, even with no make-up and her hair standing straight up. She reminds me of a hand puppet right after something scared the hell out of it.
Anyway, she proceeded to tell my father this story about something she wrote concerning adoption over buying that offended a friend of hers. Seems this young lady bought her little Yorkie from a breeder and got upset thinking Susannah was putting him down. She wasn’t you know. I’ve only just met her and already know there’s not a creature on this earth she wouldn’t go to bat for. She told me how she can’t even kill water bugs, instead she relocates them. I mean, I don’t even do that. I play with them, mostly against their will but I’m a dog remember.
Susannah feels bad that this woman hardly speaks to her anymore but told us how upset she gets thinking of all the dogs that don’t have homes that could have them if people would opt to adopt. This made me cry a little. I was one of the lucky ones and to think my dad shipped me in my crate all the way from Kentucky. I was so scared till I saw his big, happy face. The first thing he did was hug me and tell me that I was finally home. The next thing, which was pretty doggoned amazing, we split a roast-beef sandwich to celebrate. It’s what I call doggie champagne only to be had on special occasions.
You know what?
I’m going to make a special plea to the lady who’s mad at Susannah…please don’t be. If you knew what a great under the chin scratcher she was you’d understand she only means to raise awareness concerning our plight.
New York should be a no kill state, and we’re not. So many of my brothers and sisters are put down every day because nobody wants them. Oh shit, I’m crying again. Can’t help it. Like I said, I was one of the lucky ones.
So, if you’re thinking about getting a doggie of your very own, before you contact a breeder or visit that pet shop, could you check out your local shelter? And if there’s a special breed you want, like a Beagle or Poodle (I hate Poodles…they think they’re so damned smart) I promise you, there’s a site for every and any kind of dog there is.
Tell-em I sent you.
Yeah I know, I look different in my computer picture. One word for ya folks…photoshop 🙂