My boys have been wanting a dog for awhile, and I admit, I was wanting to get a dog also, so one Saturday we decided it was time and we loaded up and went to the Humane Society to find us a dog. I was shocked to see how many pitbulls were at he humane society. I'd say it was 75% full of them, but we found a little black lab named Holly that we all liked. I think they said she was 7 months old. So we ask if we can play with her and decide that she is the dog for us, so I fill out the paperwork.
I take the paperwork back to the counter and they review and then ask me the following question:
Them: So, is the dog going to stay outside the majority of the time?
ME: Yes, we have a fenced backyard and she will stay outside most of the time.
Them: Well, if that is the case, then we can't let you adopt a dog from us.
Them: Yeah, all our dogs have to be inside dogs for you to be able to adopt.
Me: So, you'd rather the dog be locked inside a house all day instead of running outside while we are at work and school?
Them: no answer
Me: You should really tell people on the front end of this instead of after my 7 yr old playing with her for the last 20 minutes!
I was mad and tears were flowing from my little guy. So we went to the Memphis Animal Shelter and there is where we found Molly. First question I asked, was about her being outside and they were very understanding that outside is better than being cooped up all day inside alone.
Molly is 9 months old according to them, and she is doing great. We still have to train her not to chew on some things but she is learning. I do hope one day to work with her so she can run with me sometimes, but we'll see!