Dog ownership is a lifetime commitment, but regrettably, a lot of people give up their animals for meaningless reasons or with no regard for what becomes of them. This terrible tale is but one instance of such callous abandonment.
Recently, a 7-year-old male canine was turned in to the Greenville, Texas, Animal Control Shelter. The cause? Because they were expecting a child, his owner thought they wouldn’t have enough time for the dog.
Having been taken from the only house he had ever known, just think of the bewilderment and grief this poor puppy must have felt. In addition to the uncertainty of not being able to find a new home, he ran the prospect of being put to death at the overcrowded shelter.
Fortunately, the Lone Star Dog Ranch & Dog Ranch Rescue intervened and covered the adoption price of $17 in order to save this adorable dog. They posted on Facebook to express their dismay and anger with the owner’s decision, unable to contain their annoyance.
In a touching article, the rescue questioned the owner’s conduct and pleaded with them to take into account the emotional toll it inflicted on the dog. Was it really so simple for them to give up a faithful friend of seven years? Were they regretful of anything while they stood in line at the shelter? These inquiries served as a sharp reminder of the effects that this kind of neglect has on defenseless creatures.
The dog, now known as Rooney, exhibited resiliency and a compassionate demeanor despite considerable bodily discomfort from the turmoil. He slowly began to acclimate to his new surroundings while he stayed in solitude and tried to come to terms with being cast aside.
Rooney needs a loving permanent home where he will be adored for the rest of his life, and Lone Star Dog Ranch & Dog Ranch Rescue is committed to finding him one. They want to put him with a family who will never desert him because they know what it is to be truly committed.
Though it pains us to think that Rooney had to endure such a horrific event, we find comfort in the knowledge that he is safe and in the capable hands of the rescue group. Let’s help Rooney find a new home where he will be accepted and loved for who he is by spreading the word about him.
MY HUSBAND LEFT ME WITH KIDS AND ALL THIS HEAVY LUGGAGE TO GET HOME ON MY OWN WHILE HE HUNG OUT WITH FRIENDS – THE LESSON I TAUGHT HIM WAS HARSH.
The roar of the airplane engines faded into the background as I stepped off the plane, two tired toddlers clinging to my legs. I scanned the crowd, expecting to see Tom, my husband, his familiar smile a welcome sight after a long flight. But he wasn’t there.
I called him, my heart sinking with each unanswered ring. Finally, he picked up, his voice casual, almost breezy. “Hey, honey! How was the flight?”
“Where are you?” I asked, my voice tight. “You were supposed to pick us up.”
“Oh, right!” he said, a hint of sheepishness in his tone. “Mike called. He’s in town, and we decided to grab a drink. Just for a few hours. You can manage, right?”
“Manage?” I repeated, my voice rising. “Tom, I have two toddlers, a stroller, and three heavy suitcases. I can’t ‘just manage’!”
“Come on, it’s just for a few hours. You can manage,” he replied again, dismissing my concerns with a wave of his voice.
I hung up, my anger a burning ember in my chest. He had abandoned me, his family, for a few hours of drinks with a friend. I felt a surge of resentment, a feeling that had been simmering for years, now boiling over.
The next few hours were a blur of chaos. I struggled to wrangle the kids, their tired whines echoing through the airport. I wrestled the stroller, a monstrous contraption designed to fold with the dexterity of a Rubik’s Cube, and lugged the suitcases, each one a testament to the sheer volume of “essential” items toddlers require.
By the time I finally made it home, I was exhausted, my body aching, my patience frayed. But as I collapsed onto the couch, a plan began to form in my mind. Tom had underestimated me. He had assumed I would simply accept his dismissive attitude, his blatant disregard for my time and effort. He was wrong.
The next day, I woke up with a renewed sense of purpose. I packed a small bag, kissed the kids goodbye, and left a note on the kitchen table.
“Gone to visit a friend. Will be back when I feel like it. You can manage, right?”
I drove to a nearby spa, a place I had always wanted to visit but never had the time or money for. I spent the day indulging in massages, facials, and manicures, reveling in the quiet solitude.
I turned off my phone, ignoring the barrage of calls and texts from Tom. I wanted him to experience what I had experienced: the feeling of being abandoned, of being taken for granted.
The next day, I went shopping, buying myself a new outfit, a pair of designer shoes, and a luxurious handbag. I spent the evening at a fancy restaurant, savoring a delicious meal and a glass of wine.
I returned home late that night, to find Tom pacing the living room, his face etched with worry. The kids were asleep, the house a mess.
“Where have you been?” he demanded, his voice laced with anxiety.
“Out,” I replied, my voice cool.
“Out? All day? All night?”
“Yes,” I said, “I needed some time to myself.”
“But… but the kids,” he stammered. “I didn’t know what to do.”
“You managed,” I said, a hint of sarcasm in my voice.
He looked at me, his eyes filled with confusion and a dawning realization. “You… you did this on purpose.”
“Yes, Tom,” I said, “I did. I wanted you to understand what it feels like to be left alone, to be taken for granted.”
He looked down at his feet, shamefaced. “I’m sorry,” he mumbled. “I didn’t think…”
“That’s the problem, Tom,” I said, my voice soft but firm. “You didn’t think. You assumed I would always be there, always manage, no matter what.”
He nodded, his eyes filled with remorse. “I understand,” he said. “I won’t do it again.”
I looked at him, searching his eyes for sincerity. I saw genuine regret, a flicker of understanding.
“Good,” I said. “Because I won’t tolerate it again.”
From that day on, Tom was a changed man. He became more attentive, more considerate, more appreciative of my time and effort. He learned that partnership meant sharing the load, not dumping it all on one person.
And I learned that sometimes, a little bit of payback can go a long way in teaching a valuable lesson.
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