I did something disturbing today.
I stepped into a pet shop for the first time in many years.
I instantly fell in love with a beautiful brindle boy. I spent quiet time with him in a little cubicle. My heart melted when I stood up from the bench seat and he grabbed the hem of my jeans and shook playfully with some obvious strength.
I wish I had never walked into that store.
How can any puppy have a price tag of $3600.00? And why?
He deserves a good family, someone to love, and someone to return his devotion.
He does not deserve to live in a cage, to travel to some strange place at a young age, to eventually be sold to a person with no background check, no thought on how he will be treated, no questions asked, as long as money is passed over the table (or, even worse, financing at 20.97% is approved).
No animal deserves that.
I was passing time when I walked into the pet store. I truly regret it. I do not grieve for not buying the puppy, I just cannot get him out of my mind (nor the other doggies in their crates behind glass). I hope good homes are in their future.
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My brother loves bulldog’s, he has a little stone one and he has a key ring as well and I got him a book at a dog show with an old neighbor and some of her friend’s and I also got him a bookmark. Of course he lives in GA now!
Amy
They are beautiful animals, Amy. I share your brother’s love of bulldogs.
I share your pain, Mary! I cannot go into places like that. I come out crying every time because I want to take them all home.
I went into the bathroom after handling the puppy just to compose myself. I could feel the tears coming. I missed that little guy for several days. Never again!
Hope things are going well with you, Becky!
They are nice dog’s, a funeral director that’s not too far from us had a very nice bulldog which we met at a Memorial Day parade I think, several years ago when we first moved to the country I think.
We hardly ever go into a pet store Mary!
Amy
arfarf — Mary, he’s calling your name! Honestly, I try not to go into vet offices, pet stores, even visit people on the curb selling their animals. Just can’t walk away. Tonight, Brin and I visited Mary at her work; there was a big, friendly tomcat named Tom roaming around the front of the store. Tom’s their resident cat who keeps the mice at bay on the outside. Even though he’s very well fed, I wanted to scoop him up and bring him home. Such a great cat!
I can’t figure why those stores charge so much for a dog.
Us animal people seem to always want just one more. Thank goodness we know when to stop, ha!