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Discussion in 'Woof Memorial Critter's Corner' started by Ender, Apr 27, 2005.
that rescue/pound dogs love you more???
Well, my rescued cats sure do
The only downside is that mine still have bad habits, like digging through the trash, and eating literally anything. Blech ;g
The sweetest dog I've ever known we adopted from the SPCA. I can't imagine anyone having left here there.
And yes, I think they are very happy to have families. I do some volunteer work at the local humane society, those dogs want their new homes!
When I went to the shelter to adopt a kitty, I walked into the cat room and most of the cats were crying and sticking their paws out of their cages. I wanted to take all of them home! I chose my kitty because when I paused in front of her cage, she got so excited she fell in her water dish. She is the most affectionate cat I've ever had.
Yeah, I'll never get a pet from any other source. I want to take them all home.
+1 on that.......
My 2 cats don't have any real bad habits, I got the kitten who is now 8 months old as a 7 week old baby from a shelter, but Max the older cat likes to STAND to pee in his box, and the pee runs down the lid inside, so cleaning up and scooping takes a bit longer.......and this is because he was a tom cat till last July.......no one bothered to get him fixed. At least he stands in his box to do it instead of some wall in my house!!
Edited to add: Max seemed so serene and so GRATEFUL after I got him last July, he was bullied in the no-kill shelter (no cages) and he was so glad to get out of there, so yes, I really do think shelter dogs and cats are special and are GRATEFUL for a home......I really feel it.
The best dog I ever had came from a shelter. My folks promptly stole him and have had him ever since. He'll be 9 years old soon.
There were three others that came from the same shelter that were totally unreachable. A black lab mix that was terrified of people and very nervous, a Schnauzer that ate EVERYTHING from bicycle seats to paneling to cardboard to newspaper...worse than a %#$@# GOAT...and a couple of cats that were very sickly. Liver and kidney problems.
Most times, though, I think that what made ol' Max happy to be with me was the fact that he'd been 'in slam' twice and was starving himself when I found him.
I loved him up and fed him pasta and hamburger until he came out of his funk. There was no happier dog in town, I tell you!