Kat S.
Yelp
Four Years ago (five in May), there was a flyer floating about the neighborhood for "Dogs on Damen" Adoption fair.
Coincidentally, I had been begging for a dog for about two years;
I was thinking of a smaller lap-dog such as a pug. My guy was thinking of a larger dog, more like a German Shepard. Compromise was reached only when we agreed 1. To select an older (not a puppy) dog if at all possible 2. To attend Dogs on Damen to look at the animals to see if any "chose" us.
I was shocked at the volume of animals looking for a home.
I was also surprised at the numbers of purebred pets: A litter of apricot pugs were present- yet none seemed interested in me (this was amazing... I had smuggled a pork-chop bone in my handbag for canine olfactory incentive!). Guy saw a prodigiously enormous German Shepard- indifferent to him and any pets he offered.
We had resigned to exit. As I reached the gate and turned around, Guy was no longer present?! Bewildered, I wandered the parking lot, wound 'round the tents... lo and behold: He is crouched on the ground, his arms wrapped around the skinny, scarred, shivering form of a dog. And not just any dog, but a substantially-framed Rottweiler.
I approach cautiously, a recently-docked tail (just a wee, oscillating stump) wags hesitantly, ears fold back. Two sets of big, pleading, watery eyes (One human, one canine) are staring up at me
"Do you want to- walk with her? Do You want to talk about her?"
You can't say no to such a desperate, loving image as this.
I am doomed. It was love.
And like any love, a heck of a lot of work:
The rep. told us she was 1 year old. We took her to our vet (the exceptional Dr. Milaknis) he confirmed what we already suspected (and had no objections to) that she was closer to four years old, and had been rescued from dogfighting by the look of her scars.
The fee was minimal. The research done on our application was phenomenal and thorough. The eager helpfulness of the shelter rep. welcome on all subjects: food, leashes, even introducing Princess to my elderly cat.
So a compromise it was: A big, fat Rottie who wears pink and likes Starbucks!
Princess is my baby and my best friend, and while this city service has it's faults- I can't really be too hard on them, highly recommending them if you are in search of a animal companion of your own!