It's Dog or Nothing - Living Large. Living Fluffy
I’m tired.
I didn’t plan on writing this post tonight, but after this crazy day I found myself sitting at my computer.
It was a wonderful Friday. Normally I have Friday’s off and work on Saturday, but this week it was reversed. Nick picked me up from work and we headed to the mall to pick up the video game he had his eye on.
Boys…
On our way back, I noticed the sign outside of the pet store. 
Great Pyrenees.
My heart sank.
“Turn. Turn! TURN!” I yelled to Nick as I noticed the sign. We pulled into the parking lot and my heart sank when I saw it was closed.
My blood was boiling. I started thinking of everything I wanted to say to the pet store owners when we would come back the next day. I was going to ask about the puppies’ parents, the breeder, and where they came from. I was going to ask for pictures, documentation, anything. I knew the owners wouldn’t be able to provide me with any of this information or they would lie about it. Really, I just wanted to see how they would respond. I printed out information on Great Pyrenees so hopefully potential buyers would have a clue as to what they were getting into. I had everything planned out. The next morning I was going to give them a piece of my mind.
Everything changed when we walked in the door and saw those puppies.
Two of them. Two beautiful, Great Pyrenees puppies.
In a fish tank.
I started crying. I sat down next to the tank and started talking to the puppies. Their birth date showed they were less than 7 weeks old – far too young to be separated from mom.
They weren’t even acting like typical puppies. Obviously depressed and stressed by their environment, they offered very little interaction. My heart was breaking. I couldn’t stop crying.Everything changed.
My mind started whirling. What can I do to help these puppies? I can’t purchase them. A pet store wouldn’t turn them over to rescue. I was so overwhelmed. I couldn’t think straight.
Nick sat with me and tried to calm me while my emotions flipped from sad, to angry, to heart broken, to furious. I hated the pet store. I hated the “breeder”. I hated the people that would support such an awful place. I hated myself for not knowing what to do.
Eventually, he got me on my feet and we left.
I hope with all my heart that these puppies end up in great homes. It’s all too common for people to act on impulse and purchase the adorable puppy without knowing the breed quirks. Believe me – pyrs have a lot of them.
All I know is that myself and the rest of the Great Pyrenees Rescue, Montana will be watching Craigslist and shelters very closely over the next few months.
How do we stop this? How do we save them?
The post The Pet Store appeared first on It's Dog or Nothing.