Since we lost Oz, Kathy and I have been haunting dog venues. We aren't ready to adopt yet for a number of reasons both practical (we want to take a trip, we aren't sure where Kathy's going to school, etc.) and emotional (mourning). However, we've become regular visitors to the humane societies' sites (local, local alternative, the next county over, etc.), and regular viewers of their shows.
I hadn't known that the local humane societies did broadcasts on public television of dogs available for adoption, but it is a strange blend of treat and torment.
Learning is an odd thing. I've mentioned my stunned disdain for people who give up dogs because they grow up, etc., so I'll leave that for now…but to learn that certain dog types are less adoptable is hard. Black dogs, apparently, aren't adopted as often. This means that when we see a black dog who looks sad (like Amos on the Pierce County Humane Society broadcast), it feels like a glimpse at death row. No! Don't look down or shy! People won't adopt you, and that might mean people run out of room and have to kill you.
Smile or die, doggies. Smile or die.
Wow.
Greg
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