Showing posts with label williamson county humane society. Show all posts
Showing posts with label williamson county humane society. Show all posts

Thursday, August 14, 2014

5 Tips to Choose the Right Rescue Dog for You

 When Sawyer finally came home with me in January 2011, it came after much thoughtful reflection. I made the decision to rescue because my schedule and lifestyle at the time was not suitable for a puppy. I knew I wanted an older dog- probably around 2 -3 years old. Since I consider myself a seasoned dog owner, I also didn't mind if the dog came with a few issues. Here are some questions to consider before jumping into a rescue:

1. What age is Right for You?
 
Evaluate your lifestyle. Do you have the proper amount of time to care for a tiny puppy? Keep in mind they can be like small children for the first 8 -12 months of their life. They often wake up during the night because they need to be taken out, and you need to be prepared to put in the proper amount of time training them. They cannot be left alone for long periods of time and need to be exercised frequently. Now, I'm not anti-puppy by any means. I love the puppy breath and the cute puppy tummies just as much as the next person. I am; however, pro-responsible puppy ownership. That means putting in the required amount of work up front, so you have a well-behaved, well-adjusted dog in the future. If you don't have the time, it would be irresponsible to adopt a puppy- no matter how cute.

Now, none of this is to say that older dogs don't require just as much effort. It is entirely possible that an older dog hasn't ever been housebroken (because maybe it lived outside it's whole life) or trained. In some cases, an older animal might have some sort of training. In my case, I knew I wanted a 2-3 year-old animal. One that was still young because I live an active lifestyle and wanted my dog to be able to partake in the activities with me, but not a puppy because I knew I didn't have the proper amount of time required. Or perhaps a senior is for you. I would totally adopt a senior dog if I had more space. Once you decide on an age that would be right for you, it's onto the size of the animal. 

 2. What size do you like? 

Larger animals take up more space in the home and the car, and they also put a bit more wear and tear on the house than a smaller dog. However, if you have a destructive, smaller animal, I've seen them do some pretty significant damage to a home. Do you have the proper yard, or place to walk your dog? Larger animals might require longer walks and a larger yard to play in. I was lucky because I had a dog park very close to where I was living, as well as many trails right around my house to walk. that being said, I knew I could handle a larger animal, so I went into my decision knowing I could take a 50+ pound animal without a problem.

Do you have smaller children who will be walking the dog? Or smaller children in the house? Large dogs can be a bit clumsy and can knock small children over on accident. If that's the case, a smaller dog might be for you. 
 
Once you evaluate your area and your space,you should have a good idea in mind about what size dog your family can accommodate.

3. Male or Female? 

Males tend to be a bit larger, and since I was prepared to take on a larger animal, I was leaning more toward a male. There are lots of theories out there about male dogs vs. female dogs. I've heard females can be more timid, while males can be a bit more frisky. Honestly, I've seen it go both ways. I've seen females that can be incredibly strong-willed and independent, and I've seen males be fairly docile. I think it all depends on the training and the breed. I got a male- therefore, inheriting a humper- a problem that has slowly gotten better over the years. Not all males are humpers, and I've seen some female offenders as well. My big thing- is that I did not want a dominant animal period. There are some alpha females out there, as well as some alpha males. The important thing here is to spend some time with the dog to see if its personality will fit with yours.


Here is another article on choosing males vs. females.
and one other one as well.

4. Decide on your negotiables:

The "perfect" dog isn't out there. There can be some that grow to be pretty close to perfect after spending lots of time with you. However, the odds you find the perfectly well-behaved dog right off the bat are slim to none. That being said, figure out which types of traits and behaviors are negotiable for you.

Here was my short list of characteristics that were negotiable: 

If the dog didn't know these behaviors, it did not really concern me because I knew the dog could be easily trained with the proper time and effort. 
  • Didn't have to behave on leash (I knew I would be able to fix that with a bit of training)
  • Didn't have to be housebroken (I knew that could be fixed with some training as well)
  • Didn't necessarily have to know any commands; although, I liked if the dog at least knew how to sit (I knew I could spend some time training the animal later)
Non-negotiables: 

  • Barking incessantly: If I took the dog for our one on one time, and the dog had a barking problem, I knew it probably was not for me. I spent some time with animals that would not stop barking- even after a correction. I knew my neighbors would be upset if I had an animal that barked constantly, and I wasn't adequately equipped to deal with a non-stop barker. For me, that was a deal breaker.
  • Aggression (food or toy): Most humane societies have one on one pens (either indoor or outdoor) with toys and bowls of water in the room. I did not want to knowingly take an animal that demonstrated aggression, because I knew it would require specialized training that I did not feel equipped to handle. I would first play with toys in the room with the animal. I would calmly take the toy away from the animal when I decided we were done playing. If the animal growled or barked or demonstrated any sort of aggression during that time, I decided it probably wasn't for me. I would do the same with the food/water bowl. I would go near the bowl while the dog was close by- if it showed any signs of aggression, I knew it wasn't the one.

5. Breeds:  

Finally, the breed. Breed might not be as important to you as say, temperament of the animal. I had labs and golden retrievers growing up, so those were at the top of my list because I was familiar with the breed. I certainly was open to other options. Many breeds, are more active than others, such as herding breeds. Others are more social. But again, for me, it really came down to the ultimate temperament of the animal. I could tell right away whether there was a bond.  

The first time meeting Sawyer

He wasn't quite sure what to think

Then he decided he might kind of like me for his human

His mind was made up!


Finally, it's important to visit the dog in person. Go back more than once. Bring your kids, bring your other dogs if you have them. The worst thing would be to jump into a situation if you aren't quite ready and ultimately, have to return the dog because it just wasn't working out.

I rescued Sawyer from the Williamson County Humane Society (Now Texas Humane Heroes), and the rest is history.
 

Monday, June 13, 2011

Meet Sawyer

I'd like to introduce you to Sawyer. He is my 3-year-old golden retriever mix that I adopted from the Williamson County Humane Society in January. Backstory: I grew up raising Guide Dogs for the Blind with my family- an experience that taught me patience, diligence, and most importantly- gave me more respect for people with disabilities. Later, I went off to college in Texas (Baylor- sic 'em bears), and then grad school (UT) so I was too busy to take on a dog of my own. Finally, once I snagged my big-girl job, I decided it was finally time to get my dog.

The question begged: buy from a breeder or adopt? I decided that raising a puppy on my own would not be the most ideal situation for either myself- or the puppy. So, I began narrowing down my options: I knew I loved golden retrievers (I raised one for Guide Dogs for the Blind), I knew I wanted a male (not sure why- for protection?) and I knew I wanted one that was at least 2-3-years-old. Apparently- so did everyone else. 

I began scouring the golden retriever rescue sites. No luck. But, I wasn't in a hurry- I knew the right one would come my way. An animal is the last thing you want to settle on. If it isn't the right fit for your lifestyle and/or family- it isn't the right choice. Introducing a dog into an environment where it would not be the right fit isn't fair to you- or the dog. i.e. I went to a local animal shelter, saw a chocolate lab I loved, took him to the meet and greet room where he proceeded to shred the stuffed pig they gave him in a matter of minutes. I imagined my couch.... or better yet- my shoe collection, and promptly decided he wasn't the right fit.

Thankfully, technology has provided us all with great opportunities to reach people- this rings especially true for animal adoption agencies such as human societies, animal shelters, ASPCA's and the like. I began searching the websites of many local adoption agencies until one day, I stumbled across a picture of a red golden with a huge nose. His name was "Humboldt." It was only Monday, and they closed before I would be able to get off work. I figured that someone would probably adopt him before I could even make it there that weekend. Sure enough, the next day I looked at the same website, and he was gone. I was kind of upset, but figured he had probably gone to a good home. The next day, I searched some of the other local shelter websites, and "Humboldt" had shown up at at a different one. I called on him right away. They said they had just received him. By then, it was Wednesday, and I knew I wouldn't be able to go meet him until Saturday. I checked that website Thursday, and again on Friday. He was still there. I called on my way home from work on Friday, and he was still there. I told them I would be there first thing Saturday morning.

Ryan, my boyfriend, and myself went to look at him on Saturday morning. We went into the big dog section, and he was nowhere to be found. Impossible- since I had called right before they closed on Friday, and we were there right when they opened on Saturday. Then, I looked at the crates they had lining the walls, and realized there were dogs in there. Sure enough, "Humboldt" was in the first one I looked in. He was standing up, dirty, and staring out at us with his huge brown eyes.

We took him to the meet and greet pens, and he was so sweet. More interested in us than anything else. I knew I had to have him. I put a hold on him, and picked him up later that week, and changed his name to Sawyer. The rest is history. Throughout the course of this blog, I'll share with you my stories and tips on getting him acclimated to his new environment, changing his name, training triumphs (and failures), our ongoing battle with hotspots (he has them) and his new life as my dog-son. I'd love to hear your pet adoption stories as well.

Here are his first photos (pics from our meet and greet at the humane society):

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