A Rollarcoaster Day ***UPDATED

Sam and I have been seriously looking at adopting a pit bull puppy for the past week or so. Last night I looked at a website that had three beautiful pit bulls up for adoption. I filled out the application. They asked a ton of questions about our house, jobs, past pets, current pets, and asked for a reference. I filled all of that out and this morning found out we were rejected because we would prefer a primarily outdoor dog. According to them, having a dog live outdoors will "lead to behavioral and mental issues." Now I understand leaving a dog outside in a small, bare yard with no interaction and no shade will definitely cause behavioral and mental issues. That is not our plan or our situation at all. Our backyard is huge! There is plenty of shade to cool down and Sam is working on a dog house that will be built in such a way to keep it not too hot or too cold. Sam and I would also spend a lot of time with the dogs to keep them stimulated and happy. And if they are okay with Squeaky, then can be let indoors.

After Sam came home and I told him that we were rejected, we decided to go to the Fulton County Animal Services to look at their dogs. After getting there, we walked through the long row of dogs needing homes. As soon as I started walking down, I was hit with emotion so hard I started crying. I could just feel sadness emanating from the cages and I had to take a break and get it together before going back in. We asked a volunteer about pit bull options and she brought us to a cage with 4 young pit balls, one boy and three girls. She suggested that if we are looking into getting two, to get a boy and a girl. So we played with the boy first. He had blue coloring, a sweet face, and was way too skinny. And was named stupidly Ocho Cinco after the football player. In the playroom, we fell in love with him and started calling him Blue. He was very sweet and energetic and let us pick him up, although at 5 months old he was quite the armful. He was definitely going to go home with us! We just needed to pick out a sister. We decided on Jenny who was a calm and sweet brindle, Sam kept accidentally calling her Lady, so we decided that would be her name. Blue and Lady were going to be ours! The volunteer led us to the adoption room and she handed the worker the dogs' papers. She looked at them and then told us they weren't up for adoption. I was flabbergasted. We asked why was there no sign on the door? We had been told by the volunteer that all of the dogs in that area were ready to go. The lady was not apologetic (she was actually quite bitchy) but just said that the original owner of the dogs had been in recent communication with them and the final decision would be made Friday. So I filled out an application for them and we left, dog-less.  

Maybe Friday, we will get to take them home. Maybe we will have to start all over.

***Update***

So this Friday we were told that we would more than likely get them on Saturday. Saturday morning, Sam called and was told the owner was still in contact with them and it would be Thursday. We were incredibly frustrated and also knew that a Pit Rescue group wanted them as well. Knowing that if the owner did eventually at some point in the near or not-so-near future did decide to give them up, that the Pit Rescue group would take all 4 puppies and place them, we made the decision to cut our losses. I felt bad about it but I also felt that the owner was abusing the system and getting free health care for as long as she could.
We went to the Atlanta Humane Society and found Triathlon. Yes, his name is Triathlon. He is almost 2 months old and is a pit mix. He's smaller than Squeaky at the moment which is good. Squeaky can exert his dominance and isn't afraid of swatting the puppy on the head. Sam got to name him.He was incredibly curious in the Jeep so Sam's first thought was Clark after Lewis and Clark. Clark then led to discussions about Clark Kent and then to other superhero names. This led to Bruce, the name for both Batman and the Hulk. So without further ado, meet Bruce McFarland:

Squeaky doesn't really like him yet but he does like Bruce's crate.