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The true story after the fury has abated

I have reread my last post 50 times. I wanted to double check that I had made myself clear. I expressed my anger and hurt and disappointment at having my home turned down as unsuitable for a dog. I explained that I was coming from that place. I said that I understood that PETS had every right to turn down my application but that I believed they had made a mistake.

I do not deny that PETS volunteers do amazing work and take the animals into account first and foremost. That is why I approached them in the first place. I know that they do everything because they love and care for animals.

What happened is that they made mistakes and then went hysterical defending them. Here are some of the mistakes they made. They took forever to make contact with me. They did not share information. If Louis the home inspector had passed on only half of what we had discussed we would be in a completely different situation. I made it perfectly clear, more than once that I would never restrict an animal to my courtyard. I explained how my animals always had the complete run of the house, in winter and summer. I explained how I mostly work from home, and was able to be an almost constant companion. I explained how my past beloved dogs had been walked, come rain or shine, every day of their rescued lives. Louis and I discussed how Drake was not the dog for the space, nor for the cat. We discussed what type of dog would be better suited to the space. To be honest, I never dreamed it would be possible that I would have to defend myself on this level. I am so up front, forward, totally honest and with nothing to hide.

So how did it all go so hideously wrong? Firstly, there was a total breakdown of communication. Louis passed on a photo of my courtyard and did a screen shot of google maps to show where I lived. None of anything else we spoke about was communicated, and based on those images I was turned down. Instead of a discussion, we went to war. It was a war that started with ‘so sorry but…’, had a middle where an apology was demanded of me, and an end in shouting, vitriolic capital letters, with threats about how they would NEVER let me have an animal.

All of this could have been handled so differently, by an organisation who claims to have the animals’ best interests at heart. They needed to talk to me. I am not an idiot. I know about the conditions that most of these animals are rescued from. I make a conscious, deliberate choice to adopt rescued animals, give to all the charities that sterilise township animals. I drag feral cats from my neighbourhood to my own vet, to be sterilised at my expense. Big Friendly is the hero of animals in our neighbourhood and the saviour of many cats, and dogs. I have a personal relationship with the SPCA, who I call on a regular basis to check whether animals in my working class neighbourhood are being properly cared for. And I can speak, write (and spell) and explain. I should be the one they want to home a dog with. They should be presenting me with the many and varied (there are thousands of rescued dogs in the Western Cape alone) options, instead of narrow mindedly going on a rampage of such ugliness.

I generally find it very easy to say sorry if I have been in the wrong, or when I have made a mistake. This time I cannot see my wrong doing at all. PETS, I think it would be an amazing thing if you apologised for what has gone down, owned where you got it wrong, and we moved on. I am not asking you to change your mind about my application. I accept your decision. It would be great if you admitted that I had been overlooked in my capacity to provide a loving, amazing home for a deserving rescue and that you hadn’t done your homework. That is all.

Also, I am turning off all comments on this post. I have read the comments in the last one, both against me and for me, and I reserve the right, on my blog, to have this, the last word. If this doesn’t suit, please contact me via email. If I think your response is important I will post it here immediately, as I did with the other comments.

(Above is a pic of Gally, a couple of months before she died, and Chassie, checking out the world from our stoep.)

 

Small Fury

You all know how hysterical I got when my animals died, one in a tragic accident and two from old age. I am an animal person. Big Friendly has managed to stave off my countless attempts at getting ‘this dog’ or ‘that cat’ until I was back from my travels and we could offer a more stable environment, where I could invest time and energy into making a new adoption part of our home. Both Big Friendly and I are befok when it comes to animals and will do anything for them.

I have real concerns. Chassie our crazy boy cat went from being one of four to only child, and I have to make sure that any dog that comes into this environment understands that he is our little king. I believe this reflects the seriousness with which I am approaching the whole thing.

So, after a home inspection, I was turned down this morning as being unsuitable by PETS to adopt a dog because my property is too small and my courtyard unsuitable. I am in a complete froth of rage. PETS, An organisation that rescues dogs from dire situations, places them in foster homes (up to 42 of them at one property) has decided I can’t adopt a dog and should go for an adult cat instead.  Now, it’s not like I don’t share their concerns for placing animals appropriately. I do. But surely, part of the job is reading the people. Surely. PETS, I don’t understand what you are doing. I really don’t.

I will change my plan of action. I am determined to offer a rescued dog or puppy a better life. It is a no brainer. I just think that sometimes those big, animal egos get in the way of seeing real good.

Dear PETS, I do not ever want to read about how this or that poor animal was homed and then returned to you. I do not want to hear your plea for homes if you have no idea which ones are good ones. I wasn’t heard by you. You didn’t see me. You told me more about how you think animals should live than seeing how loved, pampered and well treated any animal would be in our care. You really suck. And you totally hurt my feelings.

I just want to be clear. There are many organisations out there. I am completely happy to go through a home inspection. I am happy to pay a big adoption fee. I know I can’t have the biggest dog. I know I need a dog that’s ok with cats. I’m not pissing around.

Here is a picture of the offending courtyard although why this is relevant I have no idea. I would never dream of confining a dog in it ever.

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