One of my friends (blueinva) worked for a while at one of the shelters here in northern Virginia; they had a "kill after a certain amount of time" policy and policies for specific breeds that they would be euthanized as soon as they were brought in. As a result, the staff would take some of the animals home with thme from time to time (whihc was strictly agaisnt the rules) because it was the only way to keep them from getting killed. :-( Bluse also got very mad at some of the people who would bring animals in.
Blue: Well, if you leave a pit bull here, because of our rules, we'll have to put him to sleep. Look, why don't you take him to (name of other local shelter); they take pit bulls and try to find homes for them.
Bored 20something: Nah, that's too far out of my way.
Blue: It's only about 15 minutes' drive, and it will mean the animal lives instead of being put down.
B20S: No, it's really too much trouble. Look, I brought the dog in; you guys figure out what to do with him.
*sigh*
I guy that ran a game store further out of town did wolf rescue; people were getting wolves to fight against other dogs or to be big scary guard dogs, and mistreating them (to make them meaner). So these folks would take them when the animal control raided the owners. He had some lovely beasts; there was one named Cody who would come into the shop with him sometimes, a big, fuzzy love who could probably have put his front paws on my shoulders and his chin on my head and must have weighed 100-125 pounds at least. When I petted him, he would start leaning against my legs if he were really happy, just kind of slump against me, nearly knocked me over the first time he did it. I so wished I had a big yard, a small farm or something, that I could fence in and let him run around in. Sweet, sweet animal, but I couldhardly adopt him when I had a small house with a quarter-acre lot with three-foot-high fences.
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Date: 2004-08-16 07:59 pm (UTC)Blue: Well, if you leave a pit bull here, because of our rules, we'll have to put him to sleep. Look, why don't you take him to (name of other local shelter); they take pit bulls and try to find homes for them.
Bored 20something: Nah, that's too far out of my way.
Blue: It's only about 15 minutes' drive, and it will mean the animal lives instead of being put down.
B20S: No, it's really too much trouble. Look, I brought the dog in; you guys figure out what to do with him.
*sigh*
I guy that ran a game store further out of town did wolf rescue; people were getting wolves to fight against other dogs or to be big scary guard dogs, and mistreating them (to make them meaner). So these folks would take them when the animal control raided the owners. He had some lovely beasts; there was one named Cody who would come into the shop with him sometimes, a big, fuzzy love who could probably have put his front paws on my shoulders and his chin on my head and must have weighed 100-125 pounds at least. When I petted him, he would start leaning against my legs if he were really happy, just kind of slump against me, nearly knocked me over the first time he did it. I so wished I had a big yard, a small farm or something, that I could fence in and let him run around in. Sweet, sweet animal, but I couldhardly adopt him when I had a small house with a quarter-acre lot with three-foot-high fences.