It was almost like the last time I saw her. She waddled into my life, gave me a few licks, then out the door she went. She’s always been cute, but I didn’t remember her being so funny. Back then her name was Ruth.
Ruth, now Lilly, was returned this week by the family I adopted her out to over a year ago. I feel like such a failure.It’s not that they got divorced and moved into “no dogs” housing, but I adopted out a dog out to a person who would stand in front of her four-year-old and lie to me. I give her credit for sticking with the contract and returning her to rescue, but really? You lied in front of your four-year-old.
She seemed so nice. Her son’s tears were so sincere. She had to let her beloved dog go because she had gotten into “a bad situation” and had to move into “no-dog housing.” Understandable. This happens in life. But when I ask you about the last time your dog was bathed, you could have told me the truth. Her answer was that the dog was bathed, had her nails trimmed, and her ears were cleaned three weeks ago. Uh…
Later when I examined this dogs toenails, I discovered that she couldn’t even put her feet flat on the floor because her nails were so overgrown. Now, unless there is some nail growth disease affecting this dog that I don’t know about, I’ve never heard of a dog’s toenails growing over 1/4 inch in three weeks!
And if she did have some nail-growth issue, for shame anyway. You told me she gained weight over the winter because she didn’t like to go out in the cold. That could possible account for longer nails than usual if Lilly wasn’t pounding the pavement. But, uh, I took your dog out to the dog park yesterday, on one of the coldest days so far this year, and she had so much fun that she would have stayed an extra hour if I let her. So I ask, “Who in your family has a problem with the cold?”
I don’t think it was your dog.
Well, I’m thankful you returned her to me. This is all my fault. I was uneasy when you first adopted her, as if for some reason I didn’t believe in your commitment to her care. I should have followed my instinct. You had other issues and problems to deal with that would throw your pup, who had already suffered in a puppy mill cage for four years, into the back seat.
The whole thing is sad. I know you did your best, and I wish I wasn’t bitter, but since you neglected to even return my email when I asked about her vaccinations, I can’t help but be mad. I took YOUR DOG to the vet today. The rescue paid for her vaccines, which she should have gotten a year ago. I found YOUR DOG a new family today, who I absolutely believe will help her lose the weight you promised to remove and feed her the healthy food you obviously neglected (I can tell by her smell and her flaky coat).
There is NO SHAME in using the return policy, but you should be ashamed that you neglected to care for YOUR DOG for so long. I hope the next time you consider a pet, you remember that YOUR DOG is now with people who are actually caring for her and not with you. They are giving her appropriate veterinary care, nutrition, and love (the neglect there was obvious, too). If you can’t walk your dog, hold your dog, and feed your dog decent food, PLEASE DON”T GET ONE.
I hope you do a better job caring for your son. Children are not so resilient.
You can call her whatever you want, but to me, she’s my Ruthie, and I’m glad she’s in a better place. I’m just very sorry it took her a year and a half to get there. I hope I do better next time.