I recently adopted this adorable 2 year-old mini Aussie from this couple who no longer have time for him. I know I should have asked for a full vet check-up beforehand, but my heart decided faster than my brain. It was love at first sight. He is freaking adorable, so calm, mild-mannered, super cuddly and just so so so sweet. I took him to the vet the next day and found out he is heart-worm positive.
My heart is breaking and I cried so much. To think this poor little baby is going through this preventable disease is upsetting me so much. I am so worried and scared, this is my first pet so I’m too inexperienced.
Deep down I keep trying to rationalize this situation because of me, this dog gets checked up and will receive treatment, so in a way it is a good thing I adopted him, and now I just need to try my best to help his treatment.
My family adopted a dog from a family member who couldn’t take care of him anymore. He’s a rescue from the south and probably around 3 yrs old, mixed breed (30 lbs), neutered.
He’s had tons of health and especially digestive issues since he was brought up and finally this October the vet did some blood work and said it was heartworm, and more than likely came from when he was a stray in the south (honestly we’re a little sad/annoyed that it wasn’t found sooner, considering all the health issues we’ve brought up to the vet, but now we’re just trying to get him better)
I can’t begin to describe how this makes me feel. When I was a stupid 24 year old, I adopted an anbandoned dog without thinking about the repercussions, etc. I have had him since, about 8 years now, and have sacrificed ALOT to stay with him.
Iv lived with my mother, been basically homeless, been kicked out of apartments, etc. Leaving him has never been and will never be an option as we are family.
As immature as I was when I adopted him, I understood that he was my responsibility for the rest of his life. A responsibility that I’m incredibly grateful to have. He has done as much if not more for me emotionally, as I have done for him.
I just adopted a dog a week ago. My adoption was free (normally $25, but has been free since covid started). Included neuter, first round of shots: rabies, DAPP, and bordetella, a free initial health exam at a participating vet, and a free beginning training course.
Unfortunately the shelter is 100 miles away from where I live (rural NM, adopted in ABQ) so I can’t really take advantage of the free health exam and training class. But still, I was amazed at how much was included in my FREE adoption.
They also do surrender consultations (saw on a sign) before accepting an animal and I’m sure part of the consultation is “how much free stuff do you need to keep your dog at home.”
I’m trying to adopt a dog right now… But this place has a 2 page 60 question paper you have to fill out? Asking everything about income and they need to come to your house before they will give you the dog?
Yet they complain about being over crowded?In my experience, all dogs are heartbroken but pits and pit mixes (like this baby) are the most emotional.
I don’t know why but they are the most attached- I know this from my own adoptions of different breeds. There is just something about them that makes them way more attached.
I have a cutie that I got from the Aspca in San Diego and I took him to the dog park constantly when he was young. He had so much energy and just loved to run and be chased! I found an abandon puppy w a tag on her collar that said “ love me” “ help me” then listed her mix and age.
I don’t judge anyone about leaving her at a dog park by herself and I could never judge others for not being able to afford a dog or cats care! The Aspca here in San Diego has a program called paws. It helps people keep their pets!I read an article that said they will actually have volunteers go and walk sick owners pets so they can keep their dogs when they have cancer and other illnesses!
I always donate when I can to help people keep their desperately needed pets! Never judge only help fix bad situations. Lower income homes deserve the love of an animal and those animals deserve care!
Life isn’t perfect for most. I got my dog from my neighbor in an apartment building. Poor fella was originally a rescue from an abusive situation and the neighbors that gave him to me had him for less than a year and moved and couldn’t bring him and rarely took the poor guy out for walks so he would shit in the house because the wife was a stoner and put him in a crate half the time (I didn’t find all this out until they gave us the dog).
I always offered to walk him for free when I would see them because I didn’t have a dog at the time and I loved him. I feel bad about not having a yard for him to run in and I’m not able to afford all the vet care he needs but he’s up to date on his shots and we cook for him everyday because he was vomiting constantly.
He was underweight when we got him but he’s a bit of a chonk now since COVID hit and his dad keeps feeding him treats. All the shops and neighbors know him and he’s become an unofficial mascot to a few of those stores. We play with him all the time and I can honestly say he’s the best thing to ever happen to me.
We found our current dog last year. We were sitting in the back yard smoking a cigarette, and a husky just walked on by, so we whistled to him and he just walked up and never left after that lol. No tags, no chip, nothing.
We were living at the time in an area that is notorious for people just literally dumping their dogs and driving away. And it pisses me off even more with how incredibly loving and friendly he is. He didn’t even have a single problem with our two cats. He is honestly one of the sweetest, gentlest dogs I’ve ever seen.
By the second day, he was already acting like he had been in our family for years. What was extra sad was the way he had separation anxiety really bad for a while. Anytime we even went for a 10 min walk without him, or even just sat on the porch with him still inside, he would sit with his nose against the glass looking like we were going to abandon him.
And the first time he went for a car ride, he whined the whole time after needing to be lifted into the car, in such a way it was obvious his last car ride ended with being pushed out of a car and left behind.
Dog’s world is crazy. Imagine living in a totally alien environment after being separated at birth from your family. Then you are (usually) forced to live only with other weird animals that control every aspect of your life. They speak a confusing language and expect you to understand it, you are often heavily punished when you get it wrong.
The few parts you understand make you insanely happy because you finally get to connect with something. When you do get a tiny bit or freedom to walk, you see others of your kind in the same condition. Some can take it others cannot and get aggressive at you on mere sight. Each time you come close to one of your kind, it is a fleeting moment that you wish could last forever. Another dog that barely understands you because you are both so used to being confused.
You try the best and sometimes the other dog and you get along, others time you do not. You start to believe other dogs are evil and that is why you are kept separate. You start to dislike other dogs, they are clearly the enemy. One day you are finding it particularly hard to understand the arm flailing scream monster when you have patiently waited as long as you can to go to the toilet, and then you get beaten again and screamed at and you decide ‘Sad this shit’ and nip them back.
Then you find your whole world thrown upside down, the masters are gone, you are unsure how you will get fed, you understand the new masters even less so clearly they will be more angry. You hear other dogs equally scared around you, this must be dog hell. Life for a dog is a series of insanely confusing situations dotted with small injections of cuddles and happiness of walking. They accept that life is beyond comprehension.
Last year in maybe around September or october. Me and my family were leaving a parking lot. We were then turning left the we saw a little white matted dog with long hair running on the side walk. So we made our dad stop the car, then me, my mom, and my brother went out and followed it.
We assumed he was very smart cuz he wouldn’t cross the street or anything. So we kept following him. At one point he stoped and barked at us, then he went on his way again. But then he went into a neighborhood. He went to a front of a house that surprisingly had the same breed as him. So then they started barking at each other, then the owner lady came out. We asked if it was her dog, then she said no. We were then able to corner him in some plants, then my mom picked him up.
We then walked all the way back to the car. We took him home then we still had a little cage thing that we had for our little bald chihuahua, but it sadly past away about 6 years ago I’m guessing. We then put him in the little area then we washed him. We went to the store to get him stuff. We were at the store then my dad texts me saying that he jumped out of the area and went next to his bed. I told my mom and we just started laughing and told my dad to put him back in and stay with him.
We got home and I took a bath. Then I come out with a towel in my hair then he just starts barking at me. So I get scared then my moms says he doesn’t recognize me. Then a week has past by and my mom has already gotten him groomed and saw if he had a microchip. He didn’t. So my mom posted on Facebook a before and after photo of him on a certain page. Then my moms friend started sharing it. I told my mom I wanted to keep him. She said she’ll give it a week and if nobody claims him we’ll keep him.
So I got excited. But then I told her what happens if they fake it. Then she said she wants photo proof and their name to see if they respond back. So another week went by and we named him Rocket. And now as I type this…. he is now sleeping next to my bed right now. He is truly a special dog. He is our protector, and family member. Although, it’s hard for him to make new dog friends. I have a German Shepard named Sherlock. They kinda get along if that’s a word…
He isn’t really a guard dog because he has ADHD and because he it so sweet! Rocket acts like a cat almost! He lays on his back, feet laid out, and more! Who would’ve known there was a dog like him!