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It's Not Their Fault
There is an air of bad juju around the shelter, and it's not getting any better.
It has been bad enough with so many seeming animal haters, and ignorant asses coming to the shelter lately. Could it get worse? Yes. Yes it can.
I walked into work today to a bunch of wet faces. I don't mean the animals, I mean my co-workers. Somebody died. It wasn't just somebody either- it was some bodies.
Last night some time after we left work, a Husky dog that was slated to go to a Husky rescue (for not fully passing our health and temperment testing), literally tore holes through galvanized steel into the kennel next to him and violently shook to death 8 Lab puppies that were to go up for adoption on the weekend or early next week.
The Husky (and it's brother, who would not function well without its sibling), were both put down for the incident. Not for the killing of the puppies (Huskies are known for their aggression toward small animals, they are as close to their wild relatives as any domestic dog could be), but because of the violent and aggressive determination that dog had in its drive to kill the puppies. He was deemed unsafe. If galvanized steel can't stop him from violence, not much could.
I didn't have much of a reaction to this. I can't imagine what the poor little things went through in the moments before their violent deaths, watching their siblings die, one after another. Honestly, I don't want to think about it. I guess I'm numb over it. It was an animal, doing what it's nature told it to do, however wrong and horrible I think it is. I am grateful for the fact that I do all that I can to not attached myself or make myself familiar with the animals on the "intake" side of the shelter- for these exact reasons.
Sometimes dogs that come through the shelter, given up by their owner, I have a good impression of and feel that they would be a good candidate to pass. However their stress levels sometimes rise to the point of aggression and fear. Then I never see them again. So the less I look at them when they come through, the better. And isn't that sad? It's sad because I can't even acknowledge their existence. They're a living, breathing, feeling being and I can't make a connection with them because sometimes their circumstances lead to their deaths.
It makes me mad. Because ignorant people go out and get a puppy. Without concern for it's breed and what it stands for- but just because it's cute, or is appealing to the eye. Play with it at first, let it in the house for a while until they get tired of the housetraining or behavior issues, and it's just not as cute as it used to be. So it gets isolated to a backyard (like where the Huskies ended up before they were turned in), free to cultivate their bad habits out of boredom and lack of training, attention, vetrinary care, simple physical contact. So their instincts kick in. Survival. Soon they don't relate well to people anymore. Sure they see those people that dump food everyday in the backyard for them, but even they are distant so the dog(s) ignore them when they come around and then the people think, eh, we should give these things up. So they do. They end up at a shelter. They fail to pass health and/or behavior and their lives end. It's not the shelter's fault. IT'S THE FUCKING PEOPLE WHO IGNORANTLY GO OUT AND GET A PET AND NEVER QUITE LIVE UP TO WHAT IT MEANS TO HAVE ONE.
Fuck those people. May they suffer the same pain in their lifetimes. Hopefully worse. Because an animal as a pet deserves more than that. If you can't give that to them, then you don't deserve a pet. Do us all a favor and don't get one at all.
Yes. I'm bitter as hell.
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