Jerry and I decided that we need to get into better shape! And we live in a nice, safe (it looks safe) neighborhood now with tree-lined streets and sidewalks.
So yesterday, we decided to take advantage of our want for fitness and the gorgeous weather. We took a nice long stroll around the neighborhood. Wandering the streets led us out to Plainfield road and down to the Dillonvale shopping center.
Rather than walking out to the street, we crossed the shopping center. Within the strip is a Jack's Aquarium and pets. Jerry asked if I wanted to go in and see if there were any puppies. We originally decided not to because we really want to adopt a dog and I am afraid of seeing irresistible puppies at incredibly high (unnecessary) prices.
As we passed by, we both glanced in the window to see the four containers of animals... ferrets, birds, bunnies, hamsters, and one single puppy. Convinced a quick glance was all I could handle, I tried to continue without much of a stop.
"Is that a pug?" Jerry asked.
Crap. Let's go look.
It was a pug. Poor little pug-buddy was sleeping in the corner of a plexi-glass box with a tiny bowl of uneaten food in one corner and a bed of shredded paper... not soft newspaper mind you. It was like someone donated the remnants of their home shredder.
I felt so bad looking at this little guy. He was completely uninterested in the 2 strangers (Jerry and me) standing over his "home" while he tried to nap in what appeared the least comfy position ever. He had a super sad little look on his face. I couldn't bear it any longer! I had to walk away.
I have never felt so horrible in my life. I left that poor little puppy all alone in his box, with his sad eyes and look of disappointment.
I hope that someone buys him soon. But, I cannot. I cannot bring myself to purchase a dog when there are so many animals available for adoption... animals that have been abandoned by the world because they're not the perfect breed or because they had irresponsible owners.
I thought about that little pug puppy for hours last night. I still feel incredibly sad and I wish I had the ability to go back and rescue him.
Does this make me a bad person?
Sorry little buddy.
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