Well, I guess it's time for some of those biographical details. I'm going to do it in a few posts here and there for now. This one is about my stint at the shelter.
My world turned upside down in January 2009 when I was surrendered to New York City Animal Care and Control along with some of my family. Quite the come-down, that was. We were born to the purple (purple tongues, that is) and now we'd been "surrendered" like an illegal handgun or something. I was still nursing my last puppy and Puppy Daddy was with us, too. I know other dogs have had much worse experiences than we did, but it was scary there for a while. The humans at Animal Control were kind, but it's the things you've heard about it that get you. Like "three days and they toss you off the Rainbow Bridge." Turns out it's not quite like that and there are other resources for animals who are deemed adoptable. We were so deemed and were whisked off to Sean Casey Animal Rescue, as I mentioned in my first post. There, we'd have all the time we needed to find suitable humans of our own. Although it's not meant to be anydog's forever home, it's a very special place in a lot of ways and I can show it to you right now. This is a video clip of the shelter and Mr. Casey himself on a local news channel telling all about it :
That clip only captures some of the atmoshpere at the place. For example, in the Hamilton Doghouse part there were three ginormous turtles just walking around free. I guess they didn't have to worry about them running out into traffic.
Coming soon: I get adopted