Monday, July 30, 2012

I have been in the pet industry for over 25 years and I must say, "I have seen it all". It is time for me to let the DOGS out!!!!!

My animal career started in the 1980's, as a teenager working my way up to becoming an assistant manager of a well known north shore long island animal adoption center. I thought wow what a great job. I can remember thinking about all the animals that come here for adoption and damn it,  I am going to find a great home for each one of them. It was my mission along with many others  to get homes for everyone. Later on down the road I realized it's all a numbers game, HOWEVER it was not a numbers game to me. The senior managers were always ranting more adoptions!!  more!! more!! More!!

I would never let a dog go to a home that was not in my eyes perfect and believe me I took the heat many times because as I said it really is a numbers game. Then there was the $25 perk to get the "Difficult Dogs" adopted and again I would NEVER allow the $25 incentive stand in the way of finding a perfect home for the dogs.

Like it was yesterday, I remember a one eyed shepherd mix named, "CHAZ". Talk about a hard adoption, she hated everyone except the people that worked there. After months at the facility the staff trainer said CHAZ was ready to be adopted she has no further issues. I was on the cover of the NY POST with CHAZ and sure enough we found her the perfect home, a single women from Washington DC.. Chaz adored her and it was her time. Several weeks later I remember going to work and guess who was back? CHAZ. It seemed she had bitten  the adopter in the face. Looks like CHAZ is back for a while and she was. After a couple months I came into the kennel and CHAZ was gone, the managers told me she was adopted. I wanted to call the person and make sure she was doing well, however the adoption office could not seem to locate her adoption forms. Till this day I wonder did CHAZ go to the kennel in the sky?

 Now working in the adoption center that was like being in the department of motor vehicles. In those days the kennels advertising campaign was come and adopt FREE puppies and kittens, you cannot imagine the element of people that came to adopt. We had at least 2 security guys in the adoption center at all times and even then I was still pushed, kicked and thrown into a window because I stopped an adoption from going through. The customers did not know we had a list from the city showing us all the addresses of city housing that does not allow pets. We also would read the adoption history and so many time the answer to a question," What happened to your last pet?",  frequent answer was, "We let it go"....... It simply killed me. Many people would come with the advertisement "get free gas money with each adoption. The screaming that went on when they got turned down because they didn't have money to buy gas to get home. I knew so many of those poor puppies were going to god awful homes and they would be in a shelter by the time they were 6 months old. I NEVER let a bad adoption through, even though I was not great for the numbers game I could sleep at night. I just wish the adoption center really cared about the animals as much as people believed they did.

 I was so disgusted as time went on with the lavish company parties, company cars, large salaries for the management. I though WOW, what happened to the well being of animals.  I was offered a management position, I turned it down knowing full well this was not a place for me in the future.

  
I can tell you all these years later I do have the utmost regard for one of the founders of the animal adoption center. She really cared, instead of going shopping at Bergdorfs we took out the rescue van and pulled dogs out of kill shelters on long island. They would tell us rescue 15 and we would take 25, never letting the management know exactly how many we rescued. I think because of this task I was so tough in the adoption center because I know how ruff the animals had it. They stared at me begging to live and how I cried  knowing we could not save everyone.

  
25 years later the one thing I remember is none of the dogs at the shelters were maltipoos, havanese, morkies or any of the other tiny dogs of which I  have sold throughout the years. I could never bring myself to sell large size dogs, I always think of the large breed dogs in the shelters. Till this day I screen my potential puppy customers in the store, there is not enough money for me to send home a puppy to a bad pet owner.


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