Humane Society...Wherefore Art Thou?

I work in the same building as a dog grooming salon where one of the employees (also named Michele) is very active in rescuing and placing abused animals. She brought a 4 month old black maltipoo puppy to our office this afternoon because she wanted my boss and his wife to adopt him. I don't know all of the details of the puppy's history, except that the sweet little thing was extremely thin and poorly groomed had a cast on his front left leg because the previous owner's grandchild had stepped on it and broken it. The owner apparently did not seek immediate medical attention for him and when she finally did take him to the vet, she said she couldn't afford the surgery and wanted to just "let it go" and take him back home. He still needs surgery that will cost between $1,500 and $2,000, but somehow the vet or some decent soul was able to rescue the puppy and get him out of the hands of this cretin.

So, my boss and his wife are planning to take this puppy and get him the surgery he needs. They already have two other dogs that will be happy to have a brother, as well (they are naming this little guy Romeo because he is so incredibly loving). It sort of killed me, because I really wanted to take him. I held him like a baby all afternoon and he really took a liking to me. My own "only child" alpha dog would probably not be very happy about him, however, so I was conflicted. My boss really wants him, though, so I agreed to just be the godmother. :)

The good part of this story is that dog groomer Michele came up to our office later in the afternoon while I was still holding Romeo. We started talking about how adorable and loving he was, how terrible it was that anyone could even think of mistreating or neglecting an animal, and how people who do these things should rot in prison and hell with untreated broken limbs, etc., etc., etc.

I said, "If my dog needed surgery and I couldn't afford it, I would be out panhandling and begging on the street if I had to."

Before I could even finish the sentence, Michele said, "I'd be out selling my ass!!!" And exclaimed this while sticking out her bum in demonstration.

So the moral is, sleep well, my friends - there are still good, virtuous, and exceptionally generous human beings in this world who would sell their asses to save a dog's leg.

Thank you, God. Hallelujah and Amen. ~M1L