Adopt @ MindSay

A few "happy tales" adoptions from Saturday's shift:

Connor, a "Back Shelf" cat, who had been at the SPCA since March. He was a stray so had no history and was an all-black cat, both strikes against his chances of getting adopted. Though, a nice woman in her 20s fell in love with this beautiful boy and (hopefully) took him home today.

Mark, a 4-month-old kitten born at the SPCA to Megan. This little guy stood out from the rest of his brothers and sisters - he became blind. Though not being able to see never stopped him from exploring his cage and craning his neck towards the voices of visitors who passed by him. I cuddled him while a co-worker went over the adoption paperwork with his new owners, and after a few minutes of squirming around, he settled down in my arms and began to purr. Such a lucky little loverboy!

 

And this little (relatively speaking) girl also found a home. Her name was Sweetie and she was a 5-month-old Bernese Mountain Dog/St. Bernard mix... needless to say, she's going to be a biiiiiiiig girl when fully grown at about 2 years. She was already nearly 50 pounds! Her new owners live in Philadelphia, so she will spend a few more days at the SPCA until she can be spayed.

because he could barely walk a mile or climb up three stairs and therefore could not be the active companion you wanted for your teenage son:

First, did you even look at Hercules before you adopted him? Does he look like the kind of guy who's able to keep up with a teenager and go for mile-long hikes through the woods? You see those sad eyes? He's old. He has demodex mange, which makes him itchy and all that scratching wears him out. He has bad hips, as many German shepherds do when they get up in years.

Second, we told you and your kids all of the above. Multiple times. First with the kennel tech when you and your boys had your one-on-one session with him. And second with the adoption counselor when she went over his paperwork and medical information with you at the time of adoption. We wrote down what meds he was taking for the demodex and for his hips. We wrote down that he would need help getting up and down stairs. And yet you complained that you knew nothing about his condition. YOU ARE A BIG, FAT LIAR, and how dare you yell at my co-worker today. We had every right to be upset with you about the reason for return, and I'm glad that you were called on your bullshit.

Now Hercules is back at the shelter, no doubt wondering what he did wrong to make you upset with him. Screw you for doing that to him. He deserves better.

Luckily, someone called the shelter earlier today before you returned him, asking about him. So he may get a third chance at a good life, with someone who is actually willing to take care of and love him.

Thanks for nothing.

Absolutely no love,

Me

Traffic was pretty slow (maybe everyone was at the beach, enjoying the nice weather?), so I got to hang out with this little guy for a few hours. 

One of the kennel techs had been fostering him and his two siblings... the two siblings didn't make it, but little Squirt is hanging in there. Even at only three weeks old, he's a fighter. I can tell. He did NOT like me washing his behind in the sink after a potty accident, and voiced his displeasure quite loudly.

But then I wrapped him up back up in his towel and stroked his nose and all was forgiven.

Little cutie, isn't he?

Kirby didn't like it at the shelter; all of the other barking dogs scared him. When I spent some time with him this afternoon, he was smooshed up against the door to his kennel, his eyes pleading for some love and attention. Once I started talking to him and scratching his neck, his tail began to wag.

Caesar was adopted (he weighed 30 pounds)!

Rain was adopted (the sweetest, lickiest pit bull you'd ever meet... she would give you kisses all day if you let her)!

Simba was adopted (her new home has three other German Shepherds)!

:)