13 May

How To Get A Dog, Part Two: The Chronicles Of Guilt And Manipulation

by Jon Katz
Chronicles Of Guilt
Chronicles Of Guilt

Speaking only for myself, I cannot think of more unethical or manipulative thing – creepy is the word I think of –  than to tell someone who wants to get a dog that they will be killing suffering and needy animals if they don’t rescue one or go to a shelter. What an awful and thoughtless way to begin what should be a thoughtful and open-minded experience, and often can lead to a rescue or shelter dog.

There is such a vast moral difference between a choice and a manipulation. Think about it.

People who traffic in guilt and manipulation are never my friend, nor, I imagine, are they yours. They have their interests at heart, not mine, and not dogs.

My mother taught me much about guilt and manipulation, and I have learned to purge this from my consideration of how and where to get a dog. Even though I have often gone to shelters and rescue groups for wonderful dogs like Frieda, I cannot count how many times it has been suggested that I am a murderer because I went to a breeder to get some other wonderful dogs – Lenore, Rose, Pearl.  Fate, Red.

I am proud to say I have always rejected this kind of guilt-tripping, I find it offensive.

This has taught me to never tell another person how they ought to get a dog, or to accept the narrow-minded, even cruel, idea that there is only one way to do it. We are all different, we all have different needs, temperaments, habits, homes and environments. There is never only one way for all of us to do anything, let along bring an animal into our lives.

I wrote yesterday that there are many good ways to get a dog, certainly including rescuing one or adopting one from a shelter, or finding a good and consciousness breeder. As often happens in this kind of a discussion, some were quick to plea for the lives of needy dogs. That reflex keeps us from having the conversations we need to have.

 Janice wrote on Facebook: “This is a very touchy subject .. I volunteer in a “open” big inner city shelter that kills for space .. not because they want to but because they have too .. .. I could never go in a shelter / too sad / depressing / I’d want to take them all home .. and many rescues have puppies as well as adult dogs .. So if you want a puppy you can find them in rescues rather than shelters .. Puppies are gotten out of shelters very quickly.. So this is why I support Spay & Neuter & Adopt .. Don’t shop … Again I know this is a very touchy subject so just sharing my thoughts because I have seen so many healthy adoptable animals killed & it is very sad ..thanks for listening ”

I appreciate Janice’s honestly and civility, but I am uneasy with her invoking dying puppies to plead with people to “not shop” for dogs. I shop for clothes, I never “shop” for dogs.  I pay for the ones I want to live with, there is a big difference.

You pay a breeder, and you pay a shelter or rescue group as well. It is no longer ever free or cheap to get a dog. It is sad that people spend more time researching toasters than dogs, but is also true. This is a process that calls for thought, a study of all possible options, and patience. It ought never be presented as a moral or emotional decision.

The process of getting a dog has been emotionalized almost beyond rationality. We don’t adopt dogs, we “rescue” them and that is one of the most emotionally charged terms in the language. Who, after all, wants to be responsible for the killing of an innocent dog? The danger is that this is a kind of emotional scam, one of the same tools shameless marketers use when they want to pressure into buying something we may not want or need.

People may think they are saving the lives of dogs when they guilt trip people into adopting them in one way, but they are often just abusing them in a different way. When people adopt a dog because they are told there is no other proper way to do it, they very often get the wrong dog for them and their families, primarily because very little is often know about the dog’s genetic or social or behavioral background.

Shelly works in a shelter in Ohio: “So many dogs are returned here, it is traumatic for them and for the people. People just come and want a dog that needs a home. That’s a beautiful thing, but there’s a lot more to it than that, as we tell people. Feeling good about yourself isn’t enough… Quite often, the dogs who come back end up dying because we really don’t have the time or staff or resources to place them in the way we wish.” Shelters vary wildly in staffing and quality. Some are lavish, more comfortable than many human homes, and have wonderful adoption procedures, some are underfunded and understaffed. The dog-seeker needs to be careful.

There are good rescue groups and bad ones, good breeders and shameful ones, good shelters and awful ones. It is, in many ways,  a minefield, one that is completely unregulated and little-supervised.

It often works out, it often does not.

Dogs being abandoned or returned to shelters (or beaten because people blame them for being dogs) are by far the leading cause of death for dogs. The idea that dog-seekers are responsible for all of the needy animals in the world is appallingly manipulative,  dishonest in my view. I could not put a piece of bread in my mouth if I really thought of all the starving people in the world, or that I was responsible for saving them all.

Rescue people scour the country and the world now for dogs to sell and  re-home, it is a self-perpetuating cycle in some ways.  It is their choice, not my choice, even though I live on a farm crammed with rescued animals. I get the impulse, I admire the practice. But it is a choice, not a sacred and universal obligation, and the ethics and practices of shelters and rescue groups require just as much thought and scrutiny as the practices of breeders.

Unfortunately, there isn’t much scrutiny anywhere in the dog world. We are on our own, which is why we really need to think about what we want and what we do, not shut down the process because somebody is trying to make us feel bad.

My ideas about it (and always, always, do what you want, not what I say or anybody else says.)

– Imagine the dog you want and the life you wish to live with it. Walks in the woods? Riding in the car? Going to work with you? Agility? Frisbees? Play groups? Sleeping in bed? Picture the dog in your head, imagine it in your life. That is the first step.

What you imagine are the basis for the things you consider and the questions you will ask when you explore your options for getting a dog. The second is to learn as much as you can about what the breed is like, or if it is to be a shelter or rescue dog, how much the people giving the dog to you can tell you about it. What are your emotional needs and expectations? A loving dog? An outdoor dog? A companion dog? A therapy or agility dog? A dog good with kids? A lap dog to sit with you and watch TV, a Lab-like dog to hike with you in the woods. Imagine what you want.

– Guilt is poison when it comes to choosing a dog for you, and for the dog. Imagine the relationships in your life shaped by guilt and manipulation. Is that really the kind of life you want with your dog?

-Explore the best options for getting to dog, which is what I do when I seek a dog:

Well-run and funded shelter, experienced and transparent rescue group, an experience and conscientious (and transparent breeder.) For me, the dog I know the most about is often the dog I get. Trusting with people? Not aggressive with food, or to people or dogs? Well raised in the litter, socialized as a puppy? A good health history one or two generations back? I want to know the parents history as well as the dog’s experience if it is possible to know. If not, I most often will not take that risk, although I sometimes have.

Dogs can be damaged in so many ways – bad breeding, bad mothering, aggressive siblings, struggles for food and attention, phobias around people and movements.

I need to know a lot about the dog and it’s breeding and background before I bring it into my life and expose it to other people (my dogs meet a lot of people in public situations. There can be no mistakes.)

– If anyone ever tells me there is only one way to get a dog, or uses guilt and manipulation to try and influence me, I reject them and their advice as unethical and untrustworthy.

They don’t know what they are talking about. Just as in my human life,  I turn for advice to people who have the best interests of the dogs and people at heart and respect my freedom to choose. I am not responsible for all of the needy animals in the world, that is an awful tar pit I will not fall into. I am responsible for getting a dog in the most thoughtful and responsible of ways, and giving the dog the safest,  most loving, healthiest and fullest life possible.

A dog is as or more important than a car or a microwave. Sometimes, you can get one almost for free. Sometimes the right one costs some money. If so, it is one of the best investments you will ever make.

A dog is expensive and time-consuming, it will enter your most personal life, and live in your home with your family, it can affect your relationship with your neighbors.

A dog can do you great good and give  you much love and meaning and grounding, or it can be a nightmare, causing stress, lots of frustration and heartbreak. The more  you think about it and research it, the better your odds for getting the dog you want. I have seen this over and over again, and you can see that I have had some wonderful dogs.  I have worked hard at choosing them and thought a great deal about it.

I consider every option, not just one, I owe it to the dog. I often end up getting dogs from good breeders because they are the ones I encounter who spend the most time with me, know the most about their dogs and their history, and ask me the best questions (not whether or not I have a fence or work hard, but what kind of life do I wish to give the dog I am getting.).

I always – always – talk to rescue groups and shelters and ask what kind of dogs they have, and see them if possible and ask about them if not. I agree dogs in need of homes deserve the first shot, the first explorations.

I find that I get the dog I know the most about and understand the best from the person who can tell me the most about them and who takes the time to know me. I know many people who have gotten the most wonderful dogs from shelters and rescue groups, it is a wonderful and satisfying thing to do when it works. It is a painful thing when it doesn’t – millions of dogs are returned to shelters every year in America, most are ultimately killed because people do not know that there are many good ways to get a dog. The odds are good, but it is always something of a crap shoot.

The challenge is to reduce the odds through thoughtfulness and homework.

That is my way to start the process of getting a dog. I will always get the dog I want, and never the dog that somebody else tells me I ought to want because it makes them feel good about themselves. You are entitled to get the dog you want, and if you look around you and pay attention, you will quickly see that the dogs that are wanted are the happiest animals on the earth.

8 January

Cynthia Daniello Gets Roo, An American Eskimo Dog. Cynthia Is The Real Deal, Brave, Honest, Loving

by Jon Katz

I’ve written about Cynthia before.

Cynthia Daniello and I met curiously. We became friends through two radio shows that I did about dogs. Cynthia called regularly, she is in her 80’s, lives in a Virginia assisted care facility, has worked for vets and loves animals. She wanted help training her new deaf rescue dog, Edgar.

She is confined to a wheelchair but gets around.

She has become an expert fighter against landlords who try to keep people like her from having dogs or cats. She is a gifted dog trainer and taught her deaf dog Edgar how to understand commands, verbal and through food stomping. Edgar died last year, and once again, she had to fight for permission to get another one. When I wonder, will the animal rights movement begin to love human beings?

I’ve never met Cynthia, but we have become close friends, mostly via the telephone. She isn’t really into the digital world’s way of communicating. I admire her greatly. She is humane, courageous, and stubbornly independent. And she loves rescuing dogs and training them. She is awfully good at it.

In addition to combating cold-blooded landlords, she also has to fight cold-blooded rescue groups.

She is one of those people who needs a dog at this or any age. She lives alone, and her dogs are a true companion. She often cares for her elderly neighbors.

Cynthia makes sure the dogs have a good home to go to if she passes on. This week, she e-mailed me and said she just got Roo. She comes online once in a while, and you can e-mail her at [email protected].

Cynthia is a hero of mine. A kind and generous person, a brave and independent person, and a genuine dog lover. Roo is happy and much loved. Cynthia worked in vet’s offices for a long time. She knows her stuff. I helped her work through Edgar’s deafness, but she doesn’t need any help with Zoo.

“Her name is Roo,” wrote Cynthia. ” She was named for the tiny kangaroo baby in Winnie the POOH stories. Her mother was an American Eskimo Dog—father unknown, possibly an Australian Cattle dog.  She is very much Eskie, even with her tail curled over her back when excited.  But her coat is short, white–with one brown ear and one brown spotted ear.  I plan to do a DNA test.  She is so much fun. “

I apologize for the photo being out of focus; it was the only one she had of them together, so I decided to post it. Cynthia is on my list of the best people in the world. Congratulations, Cynthia, on another happy and much-loved companion. You are a living symbol of the good that dogs can do for older people and that older people can do for dogs.

The only issue Zoo has is a lot of fear barking. She’s working on it.

18 October

This One’s For You, Esther, And Thanks. Our Bossy And Photogenic Cat Says Hello. The Black Dog Inside Is Getting Bored…

by Jon Katz

I’ve bitched and squawked an excellent deal about the nasty trolls and broken humans who stalk people online, but I must be honest. Some of the nicest people in the world have been following Maria and me and our blogs for a long time now, and they support us regularly and send us the most beautiful and thoughtful messages and sometimes, donations.

One this morning that came to our P.O. Box 205 was from Esther Dow of New Hampshire. It was a beautiful card with a gorgeous painting of a Raven,  a timely gift for us.  She is one of our favorite people.

And she sent a sweet note: “I am enclosing donations for your blogs. I very much enjoy reading them every day. The photos of the animals are my favorites,  especially Zip. He is becoming a pretty photographic cat. I hope you both stay well and that the remainder of the year stays peaceful.”

Best wishes, Esther…” You are a warrior for hope and kindness. Zip has become a Bedlam Farm Rock Star.

Thanks, Esther; people like you remind us repeatedly what it means to be human. The Zip photo is for you.

My Black Dog is getting bored, I think. I’ve invited him to leave and sit with another poor soul. Yesterday struck me for several reasons, but I have learned to accept adversity and see it as a gift that challenges me to be stronger and better. Fear and depression are not material things; they are geographic spaces to cross.

I accept them but don’t allow them to get too comfortable. They just look for another victim if I don’t suffer too much. There are many.

Today, I think the Black Dog is tired of hanging around here.

We are, in truth, a happy, dynamic place of good work, good people, and our own Peaceable Kingdom. It is a good place, but not suitable for an extended stay from the Black Dog. I suggested he return to his Hellmouth. It will take a day or two, but I can see the light. This is not the right place for a Black Dog.

I once had the most savage panic attacks, and yesterday reminded me of them, although it was as bad as before. This morning, I got this lovely note from Esther Dow. That was a light. Maria urged me to take it easy this morning, so I did. I meditated, rested, and read.

I have to thank Congress for a rare bit of sunshine. Even the lost souls of the Republican Congress couldn’t stomach making Mr. Jordan the Speaker Of The House and second in line to the Presidency.

Good things are about to happen; you heard it here first. Stay tuned.

8 February

Dog Love In The Morning. The Only Way To Get Started

by Jon Katz

Every morning we sit down for a few minutes to talk about the day, perhaps meditate a bit and gather ourselves for the morning. Every day the dogs gather around us hoping for a scratch, some attention, or a chance to show some love.

I wear this surgical boot, and sometimes I ask Maria to help tighten it. Zinnia sees it as a chance for a love fest.  I love to start the day smiling. Zinnia can deliver.

It is a wonderful way to start the day.

I’ve started a dog support program for people who need help or counseling for problems they are having with their dog, new and old. If you need help with your dogs, take a look. I might be able to help.

19 January

Photo Journal: Monochrome Thursday. Fate Hurts A Foot, Dogs At Rest, Our Statue Gets A Name

by Jon Katz

Today is a gloomy, cloudy day, and I decided to honor my Leica Monochrome (my first Leica) by using it all day to take my photographs. Fate is always a good place to start; she is the most photogenic of our dogs.

She hurt her foot today, pretending she was herding sheep, and I was drawn to this image of Maria comforting her.

Maria is a love machine around here, but she never gets sappy. Mess with her work schedule, and you’ll see the dark side of her. There’s a werewolf in there.

Bishop Gibbons was excellent yesterday, and I’ve been invited to meet with the new International School for new refugees opened in Albany last year.

These refugee students have just arrived; it’s right up my alley and the Army Of Good. It won’t affect my connection with Sue Silverstein or Bishop Gibbons, but I think some fascinating and needy new arrivals could use a hand. I know some of the teachers there; this is a great place.

Despite the many efforts to choke off or eliminate support and deny them entry, the refugees are here, and I am called to help them as well as I can. I see that the white male culture is fighting to the death for dominance and survival. I am coming to see that almost all of the conflict and division in our country begins with race when you think about it. The haters won’t prevail.

As for me, I’m going to do good every day until I keel over. That’s my purpose.

More later.

 

We’re expecting a good-sized snowstorm tonight and all through Friday. We’re ready. Fate is resting, which doesn’t come easy for her. Our generator is in the barn with lots of gasoline.

 

 

We’ve never been able to pin down the identity of our saintly statue, so I’ve decided to call her Mother Therese since she was the inspiration for our small acts of great kindness. I’m enjoying the fallen limbs of the white birch. So is my camera.

 

The Bedlam Farm Treat Committee, President Bud, was waiting for me this morning when I came out of the shower. He’s the boss. I call him “My Little Man.”

 

 

The Imperious Hens were doing their business as usual, butts up, the hunt for bugs and seeds was still on.

 

I am taking daily photos of our landscape around the farmhouse; I like it; This photo reflects the gray day.

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