That’s my puppy, Snickers. He is the center of my and my wife’s world. We love him like the child we never had. But that is not the subject of this post.
Is he a Rescue?
That is the most common question we are asked about him.
A little background about my little guy.
We live near the center of puppy mill capital of Pennsylvania. He was bought from a pet store masquerading as a Kennel. The pet store is a broker for a couple of “breeders” that specializes in small dog, designer breeds e.g. ShihPoo, Cavachon etc..
Going back to my story. The moment I utter the word pet store instead of rescue, I get this look of derision as if the cute, very sociable and obviously healthy puppy that they’ve been petting is suddenly this helpless creature owned by these two clueless couple (we probably are).
We would have loved a rescue. We tried. We went to SPCA. Majority of dogs in there are a mix of Pitbull of some sort – all medium to large breeds. We know we can only care for a small dog owing to our living situation (townhouse, no yard). They have literally zero small dogs. I’ve personally tried rescue before. They are so strict with their criteria. One local rescue didn’t even bother responding to our inquiry. Other responded with something along the lines of, the dog is not a good match to your lifestyle (both of us works full time).
What are we supposed to do? Get rejected over and over again? Get told that basically, we are not good enough?
What of my
dog son you ask?
He visits his Vet regularly. He is up to date on all his shots, flea and tick drops and heartgard medication. He will be neutered when he is of age (6 months). My wife buys her a lot of toys, which he loves. He gets fed with only the best.
He is enrolled in a puppy training class. He is doing very well. He knows sit, stay, down, paw and high five now. My wife taught him the last two tricks as it’s not part of the class. I’m working on play dead and roll over with him. It’s a work in progress but we know it will only help him to be a better dog someday.
He is at home alone most of the day, Monday to Friday, except when his mom comes home at lunch to feed him, let him out of his pen/crate, and play with him. Bless my wife’s heart as she does this 4 times a week. I work from home the day she can’t make it.
His mom gets in around 5pm and plays with him for the next hour. I get home at 6pm. I feed him. We then either play and/or walk him outside for exercise, #1 and #2.
Short of one of us quitting our job, that is probably the best we can do.
Are we not good enough for rescue dogs? You tell me.