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Really passionate people

Recently, a friend adopted a two-year old dog from the local SPCA. The pit bull-terrier mix, named Chumley, is absolutely adorable when he is around humans. However, when he is around other dogs, things unfortunately get a bit barky and bitey. It seems in his previous life, Chumley’s relationship with fellow dogs was not the smoothest. He would be fine one minute, then lunge and attack suddenly. A snap change in demeanor that thus far have led to two dogs bitten (nothing severe, thankfully), and a wounded human hand.

Chumley’s adopted mother - my friend - is rightfully distraught. The thought that your dog cannot get along with other dogs - to the point of hurting them - is just about the worse for a dog owner. It’s like having a kid that cannot stop beating other kids up at school. Ultimately, you the parent is responsible and must take corrective action. But that’s what she signed up for, isn’t it? These rescue dogs end up at shelters for a reason, and it’s most likely not out of a good situation. It’s the duty of the adoptee to take on that responsibility, to change and rehabilitated the bad parts.

A far more noble undertaking than simply buying a puppy from a breeder. All the offense.

Thank god there are trainers out there who can recognize, diagnose, and treat the unpleasant behaviors out of dogs. Without these kind and passionate people, many maladaptive dogs would need to be put down. It’s no hyperbole to call them miracle workers. Chumley has only taken two lessons thus far, and the change we’ve seen is utterly dramatic. The road ahead is still long in terms of comfortably allowing him to mingle freely with other dogs, but we can at least see that he is able to change his behavior, and is quick to learn.

Okay, I won’t.

The local SPCA

I was disappointed when Amazon ended its AmazonSmile program to presumably cut costs. The program donates a tiny percentage of your spending with Amazon to a charity of your choosing. My chosen charity have been the San Francisco SPCA, the local animal shelter and care organization. No big deal, though: I also donate to the SPCA directly.

Last week a friend of mine finally put into action her plans to adopt a rescue dog. She’s been talking about it for nearly a year, and last Friday seemed as good a time as any. She found a suitable two-year old pit bull-terrier mix on the SPCA website, and wanted to adopt it before someone else does. Who wouldn’t want to spend a precious Friday evening at the animal shelter?

I’ve never been to the SF SPCA, so I happily tagged along to see exactly what my vanishingly small donation is going towards. I have to say, it is an impressive facility. Clean, and surprisingly spacious. The pets aren’t crammed into the kennels together as I had imagined. Each room is big enough for them to roam around relatively freely. There’s a tablet for you to swipe through for more information about the particular dog or cat.

What people say is true: you do want to rescue them all when you go to an animal shelter. I avoided the kitten section at the SPCA because I knew I would be hugely tempted to bring one home. It’s definitely not a place you go for a casual browse. Only those of the sternest hearts would be able to resist.

The SF SPCA does same-day adoption. An hour and about $200 dollars later, my friend is now the proud parent of a pit bull-terrier. Nothing against those who pay exorbitant sums for a specific breed, but adopting a pet in need for a home from an animal shelter is indeed the more noble pursuit. An extra responsibility and duty that you take on. I’m so incredibly happy for my friend.

Who’s a good boy?

The joy of pet

It’s been a little over a month since my family adopted a two-year old cat, and I have to say the experience thus far has been an absolute joy. It’s a special sort of feeling when I wake up in the morning, head downstairs for breakfast, and the cat is there to meow and greet me enthusiastically. It automatically makes all the mornings that extra bit happier and nicer, even if there’s a dreadful workday up ahead. In some ways it actually makes me want to get up from the bed, rather than laze around a little more scrolling through twitter.

Unlike a dog, the cat doesn’t ask for our attention constantly: it’s fully content just lying around here and there as we go about our daily business. I’d be working in front of the computer, and often times the cat would jump onto the loveseat to take a nap. Because we adopted a relatively older kitten (compared to one that’s just been born), it’s already domestically trained (and neutered!). We don’t have to worry about it going to the bathroom outside of the litter, and it knows where the food is being served, so long as we keep the bowls full of its favorite cat food (Purina One).

Whenever I get bored or am taking a break from things, it’s wonderful to have the cat there to play with. Our kitten loves to lie on its back, showing us its stomach so we can playfully scratch it. In true lazy cat fashion, it wants us to do all the work, while it just lie there not really moving anything. I can forgive it for that, because it sure beats having to take it outside periodically like we would if we had adopted a dog instead. Dog owners during this time of coronavirus quarantine must have it slightly tough.

We definitely should have gotten a cat way sooner; I’m looking forward to many more splendid years with our little mitten.

Hi hi.

We got a cat

What do you do during these trying times when you are stuck inside the house all day everyday with seemingly no end in sight? Well, if you’re my brother, you adopt a cat. Indeed, our family gained a new member today as the adoption of our black cat named ‘Oreo’ was completed. A two-year old that was formerly kept by another family that had to let it go, Oreo comes already highly domesticated, very docile and free of commotion. It’s like getting a baby after the phase where you don’t get any sleep because it’s crying the whole time.

I’m sure you’ve read the articles about how during this coronavirus quarantine, there’s been an uptick in pet adoption. I think it’s a really good thing that these animals are finding a home that wouldn’t have otherwise during normal circumstances. My brother’s been in a bit of funk since being laid off from the car dealership (obviously not a lot of car selling happening these days), so hopefully having a cat to occupy his time and mind will be a huge positive for him.

I always had the notion that if I were ever to get a pet, it’d be a cat over a dog. Not that I don’t like our canine friends, but a cat is far lower on maintenance, and they simply keep to themselves most of the time. There’s no need to take them for walks, and about the only sort of fuss with cat raising is trying to give them a bath, and trimming their claws. I never got around to adopting a cat, even as I entered deep adulthood, because I rather spend the money and time towards cars. Surely you’ve all kept up with my GT3 diaries.

Now that my brother did adopt one, however, I get to somewhat live the pet ownership experience through him. I think it’ll be nice to have a furry little monster running about the house, and a good distraction from what’s going on in the outside world.

Our new furry family member.