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This past September, my family and I welcomed a new member into our family: Riley. After our first dog, spotty, passed away in 2010, my mother vowed never to get another dog (or in her words, “never unless they found a way to make dogs live forever”). One day in July, a friend of a family friend, a dog breeder, asked if we wanted to come take a look at his new bulldog puppies. Going for $2,200 a pop, these puppies were supposedly “pure bred and fathered by a show winner”. The breeder bragged to me about a pure chocolate brown little thing that he was going to keep to breed with her father, and that their chocolate litter could sell for $3,000 apiece. I had never heard someone quantify another life in such a way, as if they were just a product. I was quite shocked by the experience. However, because they were so expensive, I knew the breeder would be making sure they were healthy and cared for.
Flash forward to September, I asked my dad if he knew where all the puppies were and how they were doing. He called the breeder to find out and was told that there was only one puppy left. She was an unconventional looking bulldog, with long legs, very few wrinkles on her face, and full of black and white spots. These traits made her an undesirable pure-bred bulldog, because she looked more like a cross-breed. Since the breeder was unable to sell or breed her, to him she was useless. She was 5 months old, and would soon need to be spayed, so the breeder was considering euthanasia. He didn’t want “his” dogs in a shelter going for free, so he would rather the dog belong to no one. I was floored as to how someone could have so little disregard for a living, breathing animal. I immediately told me mom of the situation and we both agreed we should brought Riley home.
Riley was so scared her first day. Living with a breeder for five months meant she had little human interaction and no one to provide the emotional care that she needed. Her breeder never taught her to go outside and separated her from her mother at a young age; so it was no surprised Riley was wary of us humans. Over the next few weeks, we worked hard to gain her trust. It was tough since she ran away from us at first. But after a while, she understood we meant her no harm and warmed up to us.
To the breeder, Riley’s traits made her a liability. But to me, those traits make Riley who she is. Her long legs are perfect for performing Olympic worthy jumps to get to her food bowl; her few wrinkles are highlighted when she gives her best pout to go outside; and her spots are a reminder of my previous dog, an adorable Dalmatian. In my eyes, she could never be a liability, she’s the most intelligent, playful, and special dog I have ever known.