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Getting a puppy? an adult? a pit bull perhaps?
I see threads about adopting an adult dog from time-to-time. I have adopted an adult dog only once. Her name was Sophie. Every other time (including my extended family) we have always got a puppy. I don't know if that is just the American way, but it never occurs to me to get an adult. I have never lived in an area where strays roam through and set up housekeeping, looking for new owners.
I could argue either way. Getting an adult is practical because they have already been trained. But from an emotional side, you feel you have missed something by not having the pet from the beginning.
As I said, I have adopted only one adult. I would not hesitate to get an adult again, under the right circumstances.
Here is the story of Sophie.
My first wife saw Sophie playing in traffic near where she worked. She was afraid Sophie was going to get run over. So she brought Sophie home with her.
Sophie had a collar, but no tags. She was not a stray. She was completely clean and well-manicured. We have to assume she was dumped. But we still looked for the owners just in case she accidentally got loose. We put up signs at grocery/department stores, vet's offices, and placed an ad in the paper. No one called. And we watched the papers for lost dog ads. She wasn't chipped.
We already had three dogs (a Cairn Terrier, black lab mix, husky mix) and I did not want a fourth. I contacted local shelters and "pounds" to see if they thought someone would adopt Sophie.
Oh oh. Then the bombshell dropped.
Sophie was a pit bull / chow mix, according to the vet and our groomer. Our groomer described Sophie as a mix of two of the meanest animals God ever put on the face of this earth. She said she would lose her business insurance if she let a pit bull (full or mixed) in her shop. The shelters all claimed that if you brought a pit bull (full or mixed) to them, they would immediately destroy her. (This was 20 years ago.)
So... Sophie was ours.
But she was the most polite dog I ever met. She was so sweet and gentle. She was a little reserved, but not scared or skiddish. And she loved me as though I had raised her from a pup.
Abby, my Cairn Terrier, would sit on my lap. I think Sophie thought she was missing out on something. When I sat on the floor Indian style, Sophie sat down in the hole created by my legs crossing at the ankles. I would hug her and she thought she was on my lap like Abby got to be. She was in Heaven!
I really loved Sophie (almost as much as I did Abby) and we really enjoyed her company. So I found out I could be content with an adult dog. I didn't feel like I had missed out on anything. And just because a breed was labeled as "bad", it doesn't mean you couldn't have a good experience with one.
Disclaimer: I am not going to encourage anyone to buy a dog they are afraid of. Our groomer has a big scar on her face where a pit bull attacked her. It was very well-behaved. She was giving it a bath and it just turned around and tore a chunk out of her face.
Even when my current wife Sue and I bought our house a couple years ago, our insurance agent asked if we were getting a dog. The agent gave us a list of breeds and said if we bought one of those dogs they would cancel our insurance.
I have to say that even though chronologically speaking, Sue is my second wife... Sue will always be first place in my heart.
Jeff & Sue are the proud Momma and Daddy
of our precious Benjy born 11/22/2014.