As
October comes to a close and the weather gets colder in some parts of the
world, we take a "paws" and reflect on Adopt a Shelter Dog Month.
I originally wrote the following content for the Doggy Woof blog (doggyloot.com's blog). The same article now appears on DoggyLoot's sister website: familypet.com, which is part of the Greater Good network (a company I buy stuff from often). I am re-posting my original content here. This is not a paid or sponsored post. I originally received some dog treats from doggyloot back in 2013 when I wrote this article.
And below is another blog post I wrote for my own blog in 2014, but never published. Both have the same title, so I guess I like to observe #AdoptAShelterDogMonth !!
By the way, I am now a proud volunteer with Great Dog Rescue of New England -- the organization I adopted Charlie and Cooper from. I input all of their adoptables into PetPoint, which later gets transmitted to Petfinder. It is such a rewarding job! The only problem is, I want to adopt just about every dog that comes across my desk!
I originally wrote the following content for the Doggy Woof blog (doggyloot.com's blog). The same article now appears on DoggyLoot's sister website: familypet.com, which is part of the Greater Good network (a company I buy stuff from often). I am re-posting my original content here. This is not a paid or sponsored post. I originally received some dog treats from doggyloot back in 2013 when I wrote this article.
American Humane Association designates October as Adopt-A-Shelter-Dog Month to bring awareness to the overwhelming number of dogs in the U.S. in need of loving, forever homes.
Did you know there are nearly 78.2 million dogs in the U.S. who do live in loving homes? Approximately 39 percent of U.S. households include at least one dog. Most people have just one dog; 28 percent of households have two dogs; and 12 percent have three or more dogs. The number of male vs. female dogs in households is about even.
Twenty-one percent of dogs in U.S. households were adopted from a shelter or rescue.
National estimates indicate that between approximately 5 and 7 million dogs and cats enter the nation’s shelter systems each year, and about 3 to 4 million are euthanized due to overcrowding and lack of adoptable families. Owner surrenders and strays picked up by animal control are about even in terms of how the animal ended up at a shelter.
A whopping 25 percent of dogs who end up in shelters or rescue organizations are purebred; and nearly 20 percent of the dogs surrendered to shelters were originally adopted from a shelter in the first place.
American Humane Association suggests visiting your local shelter to find the right dog for you. Or, if you want a specific breed, look for a breed-specific rescue group in your area.
Adopting a dog from a shelter or rescue saves a life, but it can also improve your life! Be it for companionship, an exercise buddy, teaching your children responsibility and responsible pet ownership, or having a dog to train for agility or service. Not only that but pet ownership has been known to lower blood pressure and people who walk their dogs regularly tend to stay fit. Finally, adopting a dog from a shelter is economically affordable, and your money goes to a great cause.
So, get on-board. Adopt a shelter dog in October and help lower the statistics.
K.S. Mueller is a travel executive living in Massachusetts who writes essays about dogs, cats and other topics in her spare time. Check out her web sites: ksmueller.com; k2k9.com; and fibroworks.com. Follow K.S.Mueller on Facebook and Twitter.And below is another blog post I wrote for my own blog in 2014, but never published. Both have the same title, so I guess I like to observe #AdoptAShelterDogMonth !!
By the way, I am now a proud volunteer with Great Dog Rescue of New England -- the organization I adopted Charlie and Cooper from. I input all of their adoptables into PetPoint, which later gets transmitted to Petfinder. It is such a rewarding job! The only problem is, I want to adopt just about every dog that comes across my desk!
Our
dogs, Charlie Brown and his littermate, Cooper, didn't come from a
brick-and-mortar shelter. They were transported to Massachusetts from
Tennessee as nearly newborn puppies, along with their other six siblings and
their mama dog, Katie, three days before Christmas in 2011. A wonderful
organization, Great Dog Rescue of New England, arranged for their rescue from a
high-kill shelter in Tennessee.
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| Charlie Brown on his first night in our home. Huge paws! |
The
little family had been supposedly found in an abandoned house that was about to
be torn down. The now legendary story is that a worker was doing a final
check on a house that was to be condemned and demolished. As he was going
around room-to0-room, he heard a squeaking noise and discovered Kate and her
pups in a closet. He scooped them all up, and surrendered them to a
shelter, thinking he was doing a good deed.
Unfortunately, as most of us in New England know, "shelters" in the deep south are almost certain to be so-called "high-kill" facilities. The name shelter is definitely a misnomer in this case!
Unfortunately, as most of us in New England know, "shelters" in the deep south are almost certain to be so-called "high-kill" facilities. The name shelter is definitely a misnomer in this case!
The
paperwork we received for Charlie Brown, whom we adopted in January of 2012,
said that he was born on 11-11-11! Cool, right? I saw Charlie Brown
on Great Dog Rescue's Facebook page, and showed the picture to my significant
other. We had lost our beloved hound dog, Hector, very suddenly and
shockingly only five months before, and were still reeling from the loss.
Neither of us was ready for another dog, nor was Hobie, our faithful
Lab/Shepherd mix, then 12 years old. But, we wanted to do something in
Hector's honor, and we could afford to help a needy dog, so, the next thing you
know, we were filling out an application. The sad news came back that
someone had beat us to it, and Charlie Brown would not be ours. We asked
if any of the other littermates were available instead. The answer was
no, they had all been adopted. The agent casually mentioned that we should
check back in about two weeks, just to be sure, as sometimes adoptions don't
work out, for whatever reason.
Our
busy lives went on. We enjoyed our time with Hobie as the lone dog, and
our three cats. We missed Hector like crazy.
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| The late, great, Hector Huge Hound |
One
morning, I decided to just check in with the rescue agent as she had suggested,
thinking nothing would come of it. To my surprise, she said she was just
about to call me, that Charlie Brown's adoption had fallen through, and he was
still looking for a home! Then ensued a home visit to check us out, a
questionnaire about our work schedules and so forth, and a trip up to the New
Hampshire border, where Charlie was living with his foster mom. I adopted
Charlie Brown almost sight-unseen. I had no intention of saying no, even
though I was given the opportunity. I spent maybe 15 minutes with him and
the foster family's other pets, signed the papers, put him in the car, and made
the long trek back home.
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| Charlie Brown, snoozing in the car on the day I adopted him. |
The
first night, Charlie slipped through the one, and only, hole in the fence, and
was trotting around the front yard; ate a piece of rusty metal; and vomited it
all up on the leather furniture. I thought, "Now, I've done it.
He has been poisoned, is going to die, and I will be banished from ever
adopting another pet from a shelter or rescue!" I slept on the
couch, with Charlie Brown on my tummy all night. The next day, he was
fine. For the next several months, this dog challenged me at every turn.
I've had dogs all my life, but this one has been my biggest challenge so
far. Things were about to get even more interesting....
We had Charlie Brown just seven months, when I received an email from the foster mom and rescue agency. The email was also sent to all of the other people who had adopted the puppies from the litter dubbed "Kate Plus Eight".
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| The "Kate Plus 8" pile of puppies |
The runt of the litter, originally named mini-Cooper, and then
known as "Fluff", was being returned to the rescue agency. He
had sustained an inoperable injury to his right, front leg, which would require
amputation. Did any of us want to adopt a brother?
Not considering that option for a moment, I re-wrote the email in my own words and broadcast it to my friends by email, Facebook and Twitter. The number of individuals who wrote back to me and said "YOU must adopt him!" was astonishing. People who knew me, but did not know each other, were all replying with the same response. I casually mentioned this to my partner, who was already concerned about the stress I was under raising Mr. Pack Leader (Charlie Brown)!! "Can you imagine if there were TWO of these?", he asked, and pointed to Charlie who was bouncing around in his early-morning shenanigans. I laughed. I had never lived with more than two dogs at a time before. I would be crazy to do this, right?
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| Cooper, when he had four legs! |
Not considering that option for a moment, I re-wrote the email in my own words and broadcast it to my friends by email, Facebook and Twitter. The number of individuals who wrote back to me and said "YOU must adopt him!" was astonishing. People who knew me, but did not know each other, were all replying with the same response. I casually mentioned this to my partner, who was already concerned about the stress I was under raising Mr. Pack Leader (Charlie Brown)!! "Can you imagine if there were TWO of these?", he asked, and pointed to Charlie who was bouncing around in his early-morning shenanigans. I laughed. I had never lived with more than two dogs at a time before. I would be crazy to do this, right?
Knowing that I was, indeed, crazy, a few days later, I filled
out the application to adopt "Fluff", whose name had already been
changed back to Cooper. His original adoptive family had named him Fluff
because their other dog is named Peanut Butter. Peanut butter and
marshmallow "Fluff" is a popular sandwich here in New England where
Marshmallow Fluff was invented and is still produced to this day.
Cute! The family were unable to afford the medical expenses
necessary to either treat, or amputate, Cooper's leg which sustained an injury
mysteriously, as no one has ever been sure exactly what happened.
Because the injury had been sustained some weeks prior, and he had been
confined to a crate in a well-meaning attempt at rehabilitation, the leg could,
unfortunately, not be saved. We were not the owners of record, nor was
the original family -- Great Dog Rescue owned Cooper, and they made the (right)
decision to go for amputation. Experimental surgery was an additional,
non-guaranteed, and expensive option. As the vet so eloquently put it,
"I wouldn't put my own dog through that." The amputation was
scheduled, and we donated some of the money to rescue to help pay for the
surgery.
Cooper, who was with his foster mom during surgery and recovery, bounced back from surgery within a day or two. The most difficult part was keeping this young puppy from jumping around too much while healing. The first thing he did when he got back to their home was jump up on the humans' bed!
Cooper, who was with his foster mom during surgery and recovery, bounced back from surgery within a day or two. The most difficult part was keeping this young puppy from jumping around too much while healing. The first thing he did when he got back to their home was jump up on the humans' bed!
Cooper stayed with the foster family for about two weeks, until
his stitches were removed and he was fully recovered from surgery. We had
visited him before the amputation, and brought Charlie with us to be sure they
still got along (they are thick as thieves). I later learned that Charlie
and Cooper were the last two remaining dogs to be adopted out the first time --
even their mother, Kate, was adopted out before them. So, they were more
or less a bonded pair. I often think it took all of this for them to find
their way back to each other.
I brought Cooper home in late August of 2012, almost exactly one
year to the day from the day Hector died so suddenly a year before. There
often are times that Cooper reminds me so much of Hector. His demeanor,
his cuddliness, his gentle presence in the room. He even sits in the same
favorite spots as Hector did. If you believe in reincarnation, you might
think maybe Cooper is Hector, reincarnated. Sometimes, I like to think
so.
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| Charlie and Cooper, the bonded pair. Hard to see where one ends and the other begins! |
Cooper is an amazing creature. He does not appear to be
"disabled" in any way, shape or form. He can often run circles
around his brother, quite literally. He jumps into and out of the car,
and onto and off furniture, like a champ. He likes to run on the beach.
People who meet him for the first time usually don't notice his missing
leg for several minutes. He has an active and full life. He adores
his "uncle" Hobie, now almost 15, and all of the cats.
As we approach the boys' third birthday**, they really have turned
out to be "great dogs"! We have stayed in touch with the Great
Dog Rescue volunteers, our foster mom, and most of the other adoptive
pet-parents of Kate and her babies. We got together on November 11th 2012
and 2013 (which just so happens to be a holiday!) with some of the other pet
parents to celebrate the kids' birthdays on the beach in Gloucester,
Massachusetts. We're not sure if we'll be able to swing that again this
year, but we will celebrate our good fortune on 11-11-14, for sure.
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| Hobie and Cooper, A Love Affair. |
Earlier this year, yet another of the boys' siblings was
returned to rescue due to the medical situation of one of his adoptive parents.
I thought about adopting Franklin for about five minutes. Somebody
beat us to it.
** This post was originally written in 2014. In two weeks, we will celebrate the hounds' 5th birthday!
** This post was originally written in 2014. In two weeks, we will celebrate the hounds' 5th birthday!
