All right...because I have a big heart - or Iím an idiot, your pick - in early October, a lost dog came up to my home and quite literally, not joking, leaped up on me; a cute little Jack Russell. Iím not stupid, of course, and tried not to touch him, because I wasnít sure if it had anything. I called one of my close adult friends who owns a dog rescue and asked him what I should do, but once we deemed it safe enough, I took him inside, but kept him separate from my other dogs just in case.
Heís been to the vet - that I paid for and everything - and all that, and heís fine and healthy.
Iíve had this **** dog since.
The problem is that my family and I are moving soon, and we CANNOT take him with us. I repeat, we CANNOT. We simply donít have the room, and we already have four dogs of our own much less adding another one! Weíve gone around the neighborhood, asked around, and even put posters up everywhere to see if anyone knew or recognized him, but no one did. We also took him to three vet places who all checked to see if he had a microchip, but no dice to that, either, and none of the vets or their staff knew him.
So, here my family and I are faced with a problem. We canít take the dog with us because we have no room, but I would feel so DANG terrible if we took him to the local shelter and the poor thing was put down. Especially if he is someone elseís dog, and perhaps they just havenít seen our posters up. I know from personal experience that dogs can wander off far, as proven by my own dog that once ran away and he was somehow found almost an hour from our house. But with this dog, Iíve even put an ad on craiglist.
Another thing that has irritated me is that I called another shelter about ten minutes from here, that is no-kill, and told them our problem. For one, they barely answer their phones. But this, I understand; theyíre busy, right? But when I do talk to them - even different assistants - they all have the attitude that I have four other dogs, surely I can keep this one. Which is not the case at all! I am lucky to have the four I have, but I barely bring money in with my joband Iím not going to shuffle this fifth one in for my poor mother to have to help me pay feed. I take responsibility for the ones I have as well as pay half the board for my horse too, but this fifth dog simply isnít mine. Heís almost lucky that weíve fed him this long, out of our own dogsí bag!
Ugh, this just really annoys me, to the point of where we may have to take him to the shelter. None of my friends or my brotherís or motherís can take him in temporarily, either. I considered that close friend I called on the first night, but that poor guy already has nineteen dogs he has taken in as rescues, seven of which are puppies. And he has about seven cats, three of them kittens.
As much as I canít take in this dog, I just couldnít ask the guy to take him in, especially since I know he probably would and not complain one bit. What really sucks is that my subconscious is way too good of a character, because I donít think I can take this dog to the shelter with a good heart and clear mind, especially when they keep dogs there for less than a week before they are put down. The other no-kill shelter is pretty much no help, either. I can somewhat understand they may not even have room, but whatever I do, this dog canít come with us to our new house. Itís out of the question. Iím sure my mother would let him, but I canít do that to her without feeling horrible, and Iím the one making the choice to put my foot down.
This got really long-winded, and I apologize. I suppose it also turned into a bit of a rant, since I canít really express this to anyone else.
But what would any of you do in this situation?