by elizabeth bliss

Created on: January 07, 2009

I have always been the type of person to care for the weak and sick, perhaps why I felt the medical field was my ideal career. It had never been limited to people, but every living thing(with the exception of plants I have a black thumb). In our area theanimal control center, is to put it nicely, lacking in effort. I had been looking for a new dog, after I had to put my 17 year old saint bernard mix to sleep which in its self was devastating. I wasn't looking for a replacement, just another little creature to fill the need of taking care of something(at that time I had no children). I was on my lunch break while working at a local convalescent transportation company(ambulance service) and decided that I wanted to go see what was at the pound. My partner refused to go in afraid that he'd end up with a truck full of dogs and cats.

I walked in and the facility reaked of urine and feces, there was an unpleasant stocky blond woman working at the front desk. She obviously didn't care about the animals, her job or her appearance. Upon first impressions before ever walking to the back my heart already ached for the animals in her care. I asked if I could go back and she look at me as if I had spat in her face, she gave me a disgusted look and just shook her head yes...I can see more why now the animals are more likely to be slaughtered than found a new loving home...pure lack of effort, and just general compassion.

As I walked through the stained door, it had obviously been marked numerous times by the dogs coming and going, which I suppose cleaning was beneath her too. I walked into a small cement hall way, cold and damp with an overpowering aroma of death and urine. I hear the howls and moans of the dogs and cats...I took a deep breath and went through the next urine stained door. What I found was terrible. A young dog with her litter of about 8 puppies huddled in the back corner looking as though they knew what was in store for them. Instead of her owner having her fixed just let her get pregnant and then dumped her off here. There were cages full of big and small dogs, some friendly and some not so friendly. As I was walking through it was the third cage on the righ and there were 3 dogs, an unknown breed riddled with mange, a small black and tan puppie which seemed to be a rottweiler mix, and in the back upon a crate was a small black and white ball...I thought it was dead, and notified the woman at the desk hoping she'd at least move the carcus.

When she came

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