As I methodically and meticulously filled out the
multi-page adoption form, diligently answering questions ranging from where my
dog would sleep and what food I would feed her to how and where I would play
with my dog and who would care for her when I’m away, it never for a moment
crossed my mind that my application would be denied. Why would it?
I’ve been involved in the animal welfare world for quite
a while. I’ve volunteered for one local organization for more than a decade,
fostering dogs and serving on the board…first as a member at large and then as
vice president. For the past four years I’ve worked at a private, non-profit
shelter, helping promote and publicize its mission, accomplishments, and
adoptable animals. And I’ve donated to and participated in fundraising efforts
for still more local, regional, and national animal welfare organizations.
Over the past 25 years, my husband, Mark, and I have
shared our hearts and home with six of our own dogs. From Boris and Natasha,
siblings of an unplanned litter, to Tango and Samba, rescued from a home where
children were tossing the week-old puppies like balls, to current “fur kids” Ceiligh,
now 12, and 2-year-old Fletcher…we’ve loved them all and tried to give them the
best possible lives we could. These lives have included obedience and agility
classes, hikes in the woods of Pennsylvania’s Pocono Mountains, forays to local
parks, and romps on the beach and in the surf on Hilton Head Island. We’ve dealt
with a variety of medical issues, ranging from incontinence, luxating patella,
and ruptured cruciate ligament to seizures, degenerative myelopathy, and
hemangiosarcoma. We’ve celebrated our experiences together and mourned those
that have passed.
Tango |
Given our experience and commitment, Mark and I
believed we were ideally equipped to welcome another homeless canine into our
pack. So when a friend brought to my attention a 3.5-month-old puppy available
for adoption from a local rescue group, we decided to check her out.
Having introduced 17 foster pups to prospective
adopters over the years, I knew the drill. At least I thought I did.
So when volunteers failed to greet us as we
approached, showed virtually no interest in us, and made no effort to converse
with us, I was surprised. Still, we liked the puppy and thought she’d be a good
match for us so we applied to adopt her. And, confident that we’d quickly be
approved, we set up a crate in our bedroom, bought some new puppy toys, and started
puppy-proofing our house.
Samba |
What?! Where had they gotten that impression that we couldn’t sign a contract stipulating that our dogs not be off leash except in a contained area? I was sure nothing in my application could have led them to that conclusion. Surely it was just some sort of mistake or misunderstanding.
Determined to get clarification, I responded, explaining that we had not and would not let our dogs off leash except in our yard, which is enclosed by a 6-foot privacy fence, and that we would welcome a home visit to check our living situation.
Two days later I received a cryptic message that said only:
I believe there were several pictures of dogs off leash on a property and at the beach.
Not exactly the response I was expecting and one that left me more confused than ever. What pictures were they referring to? So I asked.
A day later they wrote:
We were given this, your blog, which shows your dogs on a beach???
Ahh, at least now I understood. The photo at the top of my blog does indeed show Ceiligh strolling along the beach. And, yes, it does appear that she is “leashless.” In reality, however, she was attached to a 30-foot-canvas leash, which I removed from the image for artistic reasons.
I explained this and included several photos of Ceiligh and Tango
taken at the beach that day, which clearly showed their leashes.
The next day, I received what seemed a somewhat
grudging message notifying me that we could proceed to the next step of the
adoption process.
Finally! I felt vindicated.
But a feeling of having to defend ourselves had left my
husband and me with the proverbial bad taste in our mouths, so we chose not to
pursue the adoption.
Fortunately, while engaging in our multi-day online “conversation,” I’d
discovered that three litter mates of the puppy we were interested in had been
rescued from the shelter by another rescue group…the same group we’d adopted
our dog Fletcher from 18 months previously. And the members of this group were
thrilled that we were interested in adopting another dog from them! They
welcomed us enthusiastically at their adoption show (where Fletcher had a
joyful reunion with is foster mom) and said, of course, we could adopt the
puppy. So despite the fact that their adoption fee was higher, we were happy to
pay it…and will likely continue to support them. Talk about good marketing.So…our adoption story has a happy ending and we have a new canine companion we love!
Folly |
I’m not saying that animals should be placed in just
any home. We owe it to the dogs and cats (and bunnies, guinea pigs, etc.) we’ve
rescued to do our best to ensure that they go to homes were they will be safe,
cherished, and cared for.
And I understand how easy it is to become attached
to the animals we care for and how emotional the process of letting them go can
be. One of my most painful fostering recollections was hearing a puppy cry and
scratch at the inside of her new home’s front door when my husband and I left…even
though I knew her new family would love her always.
Fletcher |
Nevertheless, we must avoid the trap of thinking
that no home can be as good as ours, that no one can love the animal as much as
we do. As a speaker from the ASPCA once said at a conference I attended, those
of us in rescue often get caught up in trying to find the “perfect” home
instead of trying to find a “good” home. And while we wait for perfection,
another shelter animal dies.
We also must remember that even after interacting
with potential adopters, reading their applications, and perhaps checking
references, we know only the smallest bit of who those people are. I can
remember once being concerned that a couple interested in one of my foster
puppies wasn’t spending a lot of time sitting on the floor of the pet supply
store playing, petting, and cooing over the dog (which is what I would have
been doing). Fortunately, I decided that was no reason not to approve their
application. Thank goodness. Although they weren’t publicly demonstrative
people, these people adore their dog! At
some point, we just have to take a leap of faith.
Are there people who shouldn’t have animals?
Absolutely.
Should we adopt an animal to everyone who wants one?
Absolutely not.
Ceiligh |
But we can and should treat every potential adopter with
respect and courtesy. We should applaud their desire to give a homeless animal
a home and, unless they give us reason to believe that they would not love and
care for animal to the best of their ability, we should encourage them, educate
them (especially first-time pet guardians), and guide them in choosing a
companion best suited to their personalities and lifestyle.
And perhaps we should acknowledge that one size doesn’t
fit all when it comes to adoption. Rules are important, but sometimes breaking them
is the right thing to do. While my husband and I don’t allow
our dogs to run on the beach or hike mountain trails unleashed, I know some
extraordinary dog guardians—including a couple of professional dog trainers—who
do. They have trained their canine companions well and know—and trust—them to
respond to commands even in the face of irresistible temptation. Rejecting the
applications of such people would only deny a homeless dog an amazing home.
We can miss out not only on good adopters but also on potential volunteers and donors. Our organizational reputations can suffer. But the real tragedy is that we may discourage people from trying to adopt an animal not just from our organization but from any organization at all. And when that happens, we fail homeless animals everywhere.
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