by bom_momme Email

Hi, I am Samson's mom and also mom to three cats. Since cat info is handled incredibly well by Prysma-Kitteh ( and this is her blog site) I will deal with dog stuff unless it relates to dog/cat interactions. Also, I am not a professional or even a talented amateur so this isn't meant to replace the valuable importance of a Veterinarian or Vet techs !!!

Samson is a rescue puppy, gotten from a no-kill shelter in another state. We found him when I was surfing the net; specifically the Petfinder.Com website. There are some important things involved with adopting from a website especially from another state, but the things aren't insurmountable and they are well worth the time.

With Petfinder.com you enter information such as dog/cat, breed, size, age, etc. You enter your postal code/Zip code and the site starts with the closest participating shelter and then outwards depending on distance. Now if you want a specific breed, it is much harder to find, and may work best to look for a specific breed rescue. If you are willing to have a mixed breed, which we preferred, then a shelter is the place to go; and a no-kill shelter is always the best way to go if you can.

I saw Samson on the website along with his brother. There was a short description of known information, in this case we were lucky since the breeds involved were known as well as age. With most adoptions you don't know the breed(s) involved and so really have no way of predicting characteristics. Decide whether you need certain characteristics or can't have certain ones and decide accordingly how to handle the decision of dog.

It is important to get as much information as possible because falling in love with a picture is much different that making the ultimate decision to adopt and traveling to pick up the dog can be tiring and you can take a dog thats not really suitable for you and your family environment.

3 comments

Comment from: TessM [Visitor] · http://tessknits.com
You are right about the breeds being a crap shoot! We have some friends who got a "beagle mix" puppy... which grew up to be a Rhodesian Ridgeback! They love him anyway but suppose they had a small apartment... whoops.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rhodesian_Ridgeback
05/26/09 @ 18:18
Comment from: 3kittymomma [Visitor]
I have not had a dog in many years, but you need to do research about the breed you are wanting. When I was a young teenager I wanted a Doberman (SP) no doubt influenced by the show Magnum PI. I was given a Doby pup, but he was almost full grown, size wise, when I received him, he was about 8 months old. I loved him dearly, but at the ripe old age of 14 I was not ready to handle the responsibility of such a large dog and my mother was, unreasonably, um, not really afraid of him, but maybe apprehensible, about him. After a year or so of him walking through the screen door and various other antics we had to give him up. I loved that dog, but was to young to accept the responsibility of taking care of him. Warning to parents out there, your children will not be the primary care takers, you will be. Adopting any animal is a life long commitment, it is nothing to take lightly. Adopt with love, and you will receive love.
05/26/09 @ 21:40
Comment from: teenie [Visitor]
O hi bom_momme! You and TessM are so right about the breed info being helpful. My Alesis (over the bridge now) was given to my then-boyfriend before she was old enough to leave her mother--the story was that the mother dog was sick so her owners gave away the puppies (WTF?) and thought they'd be fine since they 'were eating regular food'. Investigating Mama's dish and tasting a piece of kibble is not the same thing as 'eating regular food' but apparently these people thought it was. Anyhow, my boyfriend was told that Alesis was cocker spaniel X dacshund. In addition to their stupidity about food, these people didn't realize that male dogs can smell a bitch in heat from miles away...as the months went by, it became apparent that her sire had been a DOBERMAN PINSCHER and not the next-door-neighbors' dacshund. She had a dobie's head, very distinct eyebrows, and she chewed on her feet when she was nervous. She also grew to about 48 pounds and could empty the coffee table with one tail-swish. Oh yeah, she ended up with my parents because my dumbass boyfriend got thrown in jail and his brother decided it would be fun to give her beer. Best rescue I've done yet.
05/27/09 @ 17:27

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