How much is that doggy in the window? That one WITHOUT the waggly tail...
And so went my visit to Cartimar, this massive pet place that sells everything under the sun for all your pet needs, as well as pretty much every pet under the sun... including rows upon rows of dogs.
I want a dog.
I want a specific kind of dog, an American Bully.
But I also would prefer to support an animal rescue place, like PAWS.
I'm not a fan of pet stores and have only once actually purchased a pet from one -- Balboa. I got Balboa at a pet store in Korea after my much-loved Jo Mi Nam suddenly died and my other dog, Pyen Chi, got depressed and was in need of a buddy. The vet recommended getting another dog and a friend had noted an under aged little pup that was lacking in malnutrition at a particular shop in Seoul so we stopped by. At first glance, I didn't want him. I didn't like Chihauhaus and thought of them like over sized rats, not dogs. But Balboa was so incredibly tiny and frail,... so I took him. Nursed him to health and now he's strong and healthy. Perhaps too strong.
Besides Balboa, I've always picked up my pets from a friend or a breeder. Both Pyen Chi and Hulk Jr. were purchased from breeders.
Now I'm looking for another dog. My problem is though, if you'd even call it a "problem", is that I have a specific dog I'm looking for. I want an American Bully. You're not going to find that at PAWS. I mean, you could but the chances are so slim, you better not hold your breath. So do I compromise and get a dog my heart really isn't set on or do I get one from a place like here, Cartimar?! I know that when you buy a pet from a place like here, they're only going to fill that empty cage no sooner do you buy it. But what happens when you don't buy that puppy? When it goes out of it's puppy stage and isn't that cute little puppy in the window anymore? What happens to it? Does it just live out its life in the cage or, heaven help, something worse becomes of it like perhaps they kill it? I don't know. What I do know though is that I saw an American Bully, I saw many, but there was one little girl in particular that caught my attention. She was a tan colour and she looked broken -- heart broken. I went up to her, put my fingers through her cage to pet her, and all she really did was turn her head to look at me. People poking her has become a routine, I guess, that no longer gives her hope or stirs up her attention. I felt so sad looking at her and felt even sadder leaving her there.
The deal I had made was that once I secured the location for Empowered, for it's clubhouse that it, I was going to get a dog. Tomorrow I have a big meeting regarding me proposing something to a local business that already supports me. I want to know if instead of using their space can I rent it out, totally rebrand it and make it my own. There's another possible location I'm looking at, one I saw on Saturday, so the location for the next phase of Empowered is definitely in the works. Getting my next dog isn't so far away but today, walking away from that beautiful but broken little girl, it felt miles upon miles away.
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