For the past few weeks, I’ve been wondering whether or not I should get a dog. This is something that I had been totally against at one point, then reconsidered, then against, and then finally I after several days are thinking about it constantly, I decided today to look into it. My first choice was to rescue a dog. One because it’s cheaper. Two, because instead of just buying a dog you’re saving its life. Most of the dogs that you will find in animal shelters will have issues. I will admit that I am not the kind of person that can take a dog in that has been injured, is deformed, or has some sort of physical handicap. I apologize if that offends you, but it’s the truth. Typically you will find the kind of dogs that people no longer want in animal shelters for that same reason. A lot of them have been traumatized or abused. So, bearing that in mind, I decided to just look and see what kind were available. I searched for animal shelters in the area using my iPhone. It indicated that there was one 2 miles from me, so I decided to give it a shot. I get there and it’s a Pet Smart store. I look around and in the front of this store and there were a few cats there to be adopted. So I wondered to the back of the store looking around to see if there were any dogs on display. I get to the counter in the back. It was a young lady on the phone working on an order of some sort with the computer, and there was another young guy, I’d say in his 20s, that was working with her. So I stood there waiting patiently for one of them to at least asking me what it was I wanted. Realizing that if I didn’t say anything they would continue to ignore me, I kindly interrupted their conversation. I realized that it was some racial bullshit, but I decided not to let that interrupt my mission. After a brief conversation, I was informed that they only had dogs on the premises on the weekends. So I left. I almost decided to just say fuck it and come back home, but something told me to keep looking. So I pulled out my phone and decided to look for another animal shelter. There was another one that was 10 minutes away from that location. So I went. When I got to the parking lot which faced the kennels, I could hear the dogs barking. There was a fence there where you could look at the dogs before you go inside. So I decided to just take a look and see what kind of dogs were there. I think I should mention that a few days ago I had looked online at the very same shelter, and all they had available worktables. So I’m saying to myself, I don’t want a fucking pitbull because I don’t want any issues. And the location of the shelter is not too far from a poor neighborhood. I figured that close to a poor neighborhood, the dogs would probably be dogs recovered from crackhouses or whatever. I know, it’s sad that my mind works that way but it’s a reality that I had to take into consideration. As I walked towards the kennel, this dog walks up to the fence and looks at me with the saddest face that you ever wanted to see. You could read in his eyes that he was saying,
“please take me, save me from this place”. I was a little hesitant to even come near the fence because of my prejudice against pit bulls. It was true that most of the dogs they had were pit bulls. In my mind I’m saying this was a wasted trip. I decided to take a look at all of them just to see out of curiosity. I believe there were approximately 20 dogs, 18 of which were pit bulls. There were maybe three that were unfriendly. The rest were jumping around and wagging their tails just like any other dog. My ignorance and prejudice kept me from approaching them. Another couple came after a few minutes, and the guy walked right up to the fence and let the dogs sniff his hand. I felt like an idiot. That is part of the reason why I’m posting this, because of the paranoia that I had about the dogs simply because of their reputation. My original preference was a Labrador retriever. There happened to be one there, are a large black one. It was an older dog, about four years old. It had been there since July. I was wondering why. It was such a beautiful looking dog, albeit kinda large. I asked to take the dog out. They have appendant area where you can walk with the dog and get familiar with it. I took him over there and immediately he started pissing. Only thing is, he pissed on my leg. So, I said to myself, he’s going back. I took him back and asked to see the first dog that approached me when I got there. I was a little nervous at first. In my mind I imagined the dog going berserk on me and tearing my leg off and me ending up in the emergency room wondering why the fuck I came out of the house. He was very strong for his size and was yanking me around a little, but it was because he needed to take a massive dump. So I was saying to myself, he’s probably been holding back because he’s housebroken and didn’t want to shit in his cage. That was actually an encouraging sign. We walked around a bit and I started to take him back inside. As I got to the door of the shelter, I asked him to sit. He obeyed my command without hesitation. I was impressed. So not wanting to question fate, I decided that I would bring him home. After filling out the paperwork, I was on my way home with him. As we got to my car I opened the door and he patiently waited for my command. I put him in the backseat, and got in the front. He was excited to be leaving. You could see it in his face. But, he sat there and didn’t move. He looked at me as if to ask, can I sit in the front? I said come on, and he climbed into the front seat very gingerly. He was extremely well behaved, but he smelled terrible. As I was driving I kept asking myself suppose he goes ape shit on me and rips my face off? I had to laugh at myself saying, you’re an idiot, you’re falling for the hype. I will continue the rest of my saga tomorrow because I’m a little tired right now, but I will post a picture of him so you can see what he looks like. By the way, his name is Boomer.


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