My neighbor, Pierre, is getting a Newfoundland puppy. His last one, Marcello, named after French actor Marcello Mastrianni, died over a year ago. The size of a bear with the heart of a lion, Marcello was a great dog.
Two other neighbors are rather up in arms he’s getting another from a breeder as opposed to the Newfie rescue site. For the record, there’s a rescue organization for every breed. It’s actually pretty amazing. Look at the Tri-state Basset Hound Rescue who only saves bassets. They’ve single-handedly changed Carmela’s life in a heartbeat. In just three weeks, after such tender support, she had a spectacular home.
Tessa and Mary, I’ll call them, just can’t wrap their brain around buying an animal when so many are up for adoption.
I’m with them on this, however, I know since this will be Pierre’s third Newfie, there’s no way he’s adopting so why cause a rift criticizing. Sometimes you just have to accept a choice someone makes even if you’re passionately against it.
He’s also a prickly sort. When my friend Jennifer lived on his block they fought over the fact Marcello wasn’t fixed, and Anthony, Jen’s lovable pit, couldn’t help but be enamored by the scintillating scent of him. This caused friction between the two as well as knowing his dog was purchased, a sore spot for the hero who runs The United Action For Animals.
My point, you don’t want to tussle with someone who heatedly feels he’s right.
So what can we do about those who prefer purchasing a pup rather than rescuing one?
We teach by demonstration, and pray that one day they too will choose to adopt.