She’s not a rescue

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 This post has been brewing in my brain for quite some time, and that actually never really bodes well. But the last few times I’ve gone to the dog park, I’ve had women (it’s *always* women) stop me and ask about Stella. Now, this is absolutely nothing new; she’s pretty much a show stopper no matter where we go– even at the Dane meet ups (other than the first one). Yes, she’s pretty– but I honestly think  it’s just her personality. She is ultra inquisitive, and very much a social, friendly dog. She will go up to almost any human for a pet (even the ones obviously terrified of her), and will not back away or shy off from an introduction to ANY dog, no matter how mean or grouchy. As a matter of fact, it seems the one who growl at her to back off are the ones she wants to be friends with the most.  She has come home with a bloody face at least once, and with some pretty significant bite marks on her hind quarters.  None of that matters to her– she loooooves to play hard, and rough– and somehow when they bite her skin– she likes to play with them all the more.

However, it’s not these things that I want to talk about. It’s the owners of other dogs. Every freaking time I go into the dog park, the random strangers say the same thing:

“Ohhh my! What a gorgeous dog!! How old is she? How much does she weigh? How much do you feed her? You need a saddle for that dog!”

This is always followed by a smile and chuckle from Jay and I. We generally answer their questions and stuff, while trying to make sure that Stella isn’t

  • A.)  Running off with another family
  • B.)  Being attacked like a gazelle at a watering hole filled with hungry lions. We don’t know why this happens, but if any of the dogs playing hard with Stella get her to trip and fall, all the dogs will start circling her and biting/growling. It’s so weird. It’s like she drives this crazy prey instinct in every dog around her.

 

All of that is well and good– but there is another question we are asked almost every single time.

 

“Which rescue did your dog come from?”

 

Me: She’s not a rescue.

 

“Ohhh…(silence) well, she’s pretty anyway.”

 

Oh, really? I totally just want to slap the next person who responds this way. How dare you judge me because I purchased a puppy from a reputable breeder?  There are a lot of  children who need good homes, too. Did you adopt your kids? No?  Well, that’s kind of how I feel about it, and I just might answer this way the next time someone gets all high and mighty because I did not ‘rescue’ my Dane. I sort of just want to tell them it’s none of their business.

 

Hmmph.

 

/end rant

Stella givin’ some lovin’ to Hunter

7 thoughts on “She’s not a rescue

  1. Mandi

    Like I said before, you’re well within your rights to tell them that it’s none of their business. They don’t know you, your situation, your reasoning, etc.

    Look, I get my pets from rescues, shelters, private party adoptions, etc. I’ve never been to a breeder because the thought of an animal being euthanized unnecessarily absolutely breaks my jaded, blackened heart. And since I can’t adopt them all I donate a lot to shelters and rescues to assuage my guilt at not having a freaking farm and independent wealth.

    But my way is not for everyone, and I’d like to deliver a round house kick to the solar plexus for any judgmental dinglefuck who thinks that they know best. If you’re getting your pet from a shelter, a rescue, a random dude on Craigslist, or a reputable breeder, all that really matters is that you’ve done your research, you’re making the decision based on the needs of your pet and your family, and you’re giving that pet the tender loving care and affection that you would give your own children.

    If you have a problem with that kind of pet owner, well then you just don’t deserve to be a member of humanity, because you’re a big, walking hate crime. Fuck you from the bottom of my heart, and the hearts of my many rescue pets over the years.

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  2. Kim

    I get the same question all the time as well. I don’t understand why everyone is so concerned with it. I like your comeback about their children…I might have to go with that next time as well.

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  3. Maggiesmom

    It’s your town, it’s Austin, (at least a little bit) seriously I have only been asked this maybe 3 or 4 times in the two years of having my girl. But on a trip to San Antonio this week (will post pics on DOL) we stopped by a dog park in Austin (Red Bud) on the way back to Dallas and four people, yes four people asked me if she was a rescue! And not in a general curious tone like usual but in a judgey way.

    Personally I thought it was because Austin is a very liberal PC kinda town, were you better buy organic, recycle, drive a hybrid and rescue your dog or else you’re the devil. In Dallas people always asked what breeder we got her from, if she is a show dog, if her parents were show dogs, and how much she costs, which I figured was typical Dallas, superficial, vain, competitive, and very status oriented.

    That’s just my two cents. Can you tell I’m not a native Texan :-))

    Anyway, I would just ignore them. Love your blog and love sassy Miss Stella!

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  4. Nat Post author

    I live off of Red Bud…Hahahaha! You may be right about the “Austin” thing– it wouldn’t surprise me a bit.

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  5. SPARTASMOMMA

    This is something that I was terrified about when we were bringing home my Dane puppy from the breeders. Every pet I’ve ever owned was found, rescued, or adopted. I volunteer for our local animal shelter and I spend my summers helping rehab rescue horses.

    Then I went and spend hundreds on a purebred puppy. Sure, I’m an adoption advocate, but I also REALLY wanted a Dane and had been researching and dreaming for most of my life. And hey – every puppy needs a home right? It makes me smad (sad-mad) to see people hating on those that buy pets vs adopting.

    Side-note: I also have this thing with the word “rescue”. To me, my cat is a rescue since she was literally shot in the face and had to have extensive rehabilitation and care to be the healthy (albeit scarred) cat that she is today. The neighbor dog that they brag about rescuing next door? No. You ADOPTED him. The shelter staff/animal control/lady who called in an abusive situation “rescued” him. I don’t know why that bothers me, but it does. /rant 🙂

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