It has been written about more than once how much pets add to the good health of people. The love, warmth, and just plain companionship of a beloved animal is worth it's weight in dog chow.
But, there is another side to all of this.
A week or so ago, my daughter and I decided to get a dog, for myself and the boys. We found a little beagle mix at a local rescue center. We were told in glowing terms about "Jason's" good temper, way with children, and forever childless status.
When asked how he got the name Jason, the girl, glowed, and said, "Well, we name all the animals here, we think it's better than a number!"
We took Jason to the car and were off to Walmart to get
pet supplies.
After we arrived home, we decided to take Jason for a walk. As we did this, we were tossing new names around. The girl had said we could name him whatever we wanted. After all, she didn't really know what his name was.
Chip, Dave, Underdog, Shoeshine, Marty--all of these names rung in the air, and then-----
Jason broke his collar.
He ran like hell.
Somehow, we caught up to him. At this point he tried to bite my daughter. When I tried to calm him, he tried to bite me!
Then he took off again.
What transpired after that event is too long for this particular entry.
Let us just say, that "Jason" is now back at the rescue center. The boys never asked where he went, and my daughter and I have both joined the YMCA again for our health.
It has been written about more than once how much pets add to the good health of people. The love, warmth, and just plain companionship of a beloved animal is worth it's weight in dog chow.
But, there is another side to all of this.
A week or so ago, my daughter and I decided to get a dog, for myself and the boys. We found a little beagle mix at a local rescue center. We were told in glowing terms about "Jason's" good temper, way with children, and forever childless status.
When asked how he got the name Jason, the girl, glowed, and said, "Well, we name all the animals here, we think it's better than a number!"
We took Jason to the car and were off to Walmart to get pet supplies.
After we arrived home, we decided to take Jason for a walk. As we did this, we were tossing new names around. The girl had said we could name him whatever we wanted. After all, she didn't really know what his name was.
Chip, Dave, Underdog, Shoeshine, Marty--all of these names rung in the air, and then-----
Jason broke his collar.
He ran like hell.
Somehow, we caught up to him. At this point he tried to bite my daughter. When I tried to calm him, he tried to bite me!
Then he took off again.
What transpired after that event is too long for this particular entry.
Let us just say, that "Jason" is now back at the rescue center. The boys never asked where he went, and my daughter and I have both joined the YMCA again for our health.