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Well, we went to Arkansas last weekend for a singing and came back with a dog. Regular readers here will remember how I griped and complained about the Oxford Lafayette Human Society and their enjoyment of dog-killing instead of seeing dogs get a good home. Well, I’m tempted to send them a picture of our “new dog.” Yes, we’re now the proud new owners of a baby beagle.

Shortly after my blog about the OLHS, my Aunt Judy called to ask if we wanted a puppy. Truth be told, we’d pretty much had our heart set on a lab (or lab-mix) because our last two dogs were lab mixes and they were such good dogs. However, I’ve always had a soft spot for beagles. I don’t know if it is because of Snoopy or because several of my family members owned beagles—including my grandfather who used to raise them and use them as hunting dogs. But after doing the research thing on the internet (wanted to make sure they were good with kids), we decided that we wanted to try a beagle. BJ still has those little thoughts in the back of her head about making it a house dog.

After some talk, the kids settled on the name “Freckles” because the puppy has freckle-like spots on her tummy and legs. The first night here at her new home, she cried and cried and cried. She was just outside of Brett’s window and he came to me in the early morning hours saying he couldn’t sleep because the puppy was crying.

We moved her to a different location and she did better the next night. But BJ had this idea that she needed something to snuggle with, something that might remind her of her mother—she’d just been weaned. And actually, she was much smaller than I had anticipated. So, at the suggestion of my wife, I went to a thrift store and bought a stuffed teddy bear.

And Freckles loves it. Don’t ask me why. As I write this late at night, she’s yet to cry since we locked her up for the night.

It’s been good to see the kids with her, too. Some of Brett’s friends came over while he was playing with her (we’re trying to teach her to fetch!)…a few minutes later he came in to tell me they were going to stop playing army because he was worried about his puppy. And really, for me, that’s what it is all about. Just check out the smiles on those faces.

We still may get us a lab when we can find one. After all, Freckles needs a roommate!


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Oxford Lafayette Humane Society likes to kill dogs

Yeah, I fully realize the title of this blog might seem a bit extreme, but if you hang with me long enough, I think you’ll be convinced that I’m right. (Disclaimer: this blog is all my opinion and my opinion only. So there!)

But before I go there, let me back up a little. Back when we were living in Loretto, Tenn, we noticed that Brett was deathly afraid of dogs. I don’t mean the kind of walk on the other side of the street so as not to get close, I mean the run-away-like-the-dog-chasing-you scared. So BJ and I decided we’d get a dog. As we had with Dusty the cat, we had planned to get one from the animal shelter so as to “rescue” them of sorts. Just something we’ve always believed we should at least attempt to do.

For the Lab-dogs Goldy and Blackie, though, we got them through someone giving them away. We’d planned to only get one, but they were siblings and the kids were drawn to different ones. They were handsome dogs, and in only a few months, Blackie had been dog-napped.

Long story short, Goldy has been with my parents in Piggott, Ark., since we moved here and Brett has begun to exhibit some of those fears again—a lot of dogs run loose out here in the county where we live. We’d just been making arrangements to get Goldy when he died. So, we told Brett and Brittany we’d get another one to give them a home.

So, trying to do a good thing, we went to the Oxford Lafayette Humane Society to pick up one of their unwanted dogs. When we arrived, Brett picked up immediately and recognized it as a “dog orphanage.” We explained that was exactly what it was and that the OLHS loves to see loving families like us come in to adopt a pet. (No, I won’t grace them with a link—you wanna look them up, you’ve got to work for it!)

We were just going to look, to get an idea of what was there. But we found a chocolate lab that could have passed for a sibling to Goldy and Blackie…and it was friendly and took to Brett immediately. We filled out the paperwork and were willing to pay the $100 adoption fee. I’ve never paid that much for a pet. Never. But was willing to do so because it was the Humane Society and all that.

A week later, we had to call them to find out they’d turned us down. Why? You ask? Well, we wondered the same thing. Seems because we don’t have a fence around our 2 acres on a cul-de-sac (cove actually) in the county (ie., very, VERY little traffic) we’re not eligible. Dogs run all over the county (I don’t mean that in a bad way, though I’m sure some do) and because we don’t have a fence, they’ve said no?

Gimme a break.

SO, rather than let us adopt a dog and give it a loving home…they’d rather kill it. They call it euthanize, but it’s the same thing.

Let me be quick to say that this seems to be purely an Oxford thing and not a Humane Society thing. I guess I shouldn’t have been surprised.


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