I have three dogs. I started out with one dog, Bert, many years ago, a dog from a pound, and after eighteen months of being an only dog he went out and found a puppy, Sam, one day. We lived in peace and relative harmony until I found a stray, Lucas, in the middle of the road about five years ago. Then there was three. When Bert died people told me that one day I would be able to let go and then I would be ready to get another dog. Three months later I found a local rescue group on Facebook and found my first Pibble. (Pit bull, say it fast)
Facebook, it seems, has some practical uses.
The weird thing is that I’ve watched as people have found strays or lost dogs, posted something on Facebook, and suddenly there are hundreds of people in the loop and in the know. There have been rapid success stories as families are reunited with their lost pet or some little lost puppy gets fostered until a home can be found.
Adoption events and fund raisers get their volunteers from Facebook pages. I’ve helped decorate a Christmas float that a local group, BARC ( Brooks Area Rescue Center) had in a parade. I also lost a bet. I said I would run a 5K race in a tutu if their raised one hundred and fifty bucks for the group through their Facebook page. Stupid Facebook. The day before the race a “friend” of mine pushed it over the top and I had to run in a homemade tutu.
Yes, there are photos of that on Facebook. No, I will not show them here.
The real magic is when someone sees a dog online and they really want the dog but they live hundreds of miles from their Dream Dog. Facebook groups arrange dog pick- ups and transports, usually in hour long legs, sixty miles or so.
Another facet of this medium is when someone gets stupid and makes a video of an abused animal and there they are, grinning at the camera. Like a lit match put to gasoline, the video gets shared by a few thousand of your closest friends and suddenly, the alleged human finds himself watching his conquest on a dozen pages. Oh hai, we’re the police and we know who you are. Ask Kisha Curtis about that one. She starved a dog nearly to death and then threw it down a garbage chute. Social media kicked in and suddenly her “friends” began to suggest it was she who did the evil deed.
Curtis discovered the courtroom packed with green wearing supporters of the dog, Patrick.
(Yeah, he lived)
She also discovered that her Facebook page contained some really interesting comments, and oh by the way, everyone knew where she lived.
When Sam, Sam, The Happy Hound, who has known his own share of abuse from cruel humans, passes from this earth, I’ll start the search again. I have three dogs. That seems like a good number of dogs to have. Somewhere, in a crate or a cage, or walking the streets, is a puppy that needs me.
For all of its vast wasteland, I’m willing to bet Facebook helps me find my next dog, if one doesn’t show up on its own.
Mike writes regularly at his site: The Hickory Head Hermit
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