I loved this book so much I am putting it in my shelf for 'dogs-favorite-books.' I have at least one or two other dog rescue books, and while recent can feel like the 'best', I think this is the best dog rescue book I have read. I just love the way she writes and how she answers all the questions all of us dog lovers may have with dog rescue and those who volunteer.
When I read a book, and as much as possible I read hardback copies, when I come across a quote or passage I like, I put in a post-it note to mark the place so I can pull it out later. (Yes, I know and envy ebooks where you can do this easier, but like to feel a book in my hands.) Looks like I had 26 post-it notes in the book which is a good indication for me it was a great book.
I would suggest you just go get the book and read it, and then come back and read the following quotes I will add to the review as a way of reminiscing on all the good stuff in it. But for those who may not have time for it but want to enjoy some good bits or who will probably forget them anyway before getting around to reading them, then proceed reading the excerpts. I will also post at least some of them as quotes against the book in Goodreads.
'I have always loved dogs-some might say, especially cat lovers, to a fault. Some people come around to dogs. I, the daughter of several generations of dog lovers, was born with this affection, just as I was with a love for patent leather shoes and swimming Pools. I love dogs in the sense that I am aware of dogs’ many fault, (the great swags of drool, the middle-of-the-night yips, the muddy Print, they leave on leather couches and white linen dresses), but they still make my heart leap. I love them in the sense that I consider this deep affection an elemental part of who I am: a writer, a cook, a Midwesterner, an eldest child, a tall woman, and a dog lover. When their guileless eyes look into mine, I feel they see the elemental me, no the human, but the being. As Gertrude Stein wrote, “I am because my dog knows me.” That makes for a simple equation: no dogs, no me—which sounds about right.'
'My redhead pup shaped my days into a soothing, steady pattern of outings and feedings, but she also reacquainted me, now firmly middle-aged, with an unpredictability that made life fresh in a way | it hadn’t been since I was a kid. A cat would send us both sprinting, Dixie Lou after the cat, me after her. If I tossed her Frisbee too far into the bay, I might find myself wading in up to my thighs to fetch the disk from the tide’s tight grasp. When I saw a ranger headed in our direction, I'd slink down a side trail, even hide behind a bush, to avoid a ticket for having her off leash where I shouldn't. I climbed fences, broke trail for her through thigh-high snow, and wedged myself under parked cars to retrieve tennis balls. I found the old me, the tomboy who once spent whole afternoons looking for crawdads in a stream or throwing mud balls to the neighborhood Irish setters, the me I'd lost to mortgages and deadlines and dinner parties.'
'Before I even leashed one dog, I told all my friends about having signed up. They responded as if I had told them I was going skydiving. “Wow, that’s brave,” they said in a way that lent “brave” the ring of “insane.” Then I got long explanations, accompanied with furrowed brows and sad eyes as to why they could never do that. They would want to adopt all the dogs. Their hearts would break. The shelter, all those miserable barking dogs, would make them suicidal. Me, me, me, they mewed. I wanted to ask, “But what about the dogs?” Instead, I nodded and started to fret. I had been worrying only about the early hour, if I could think straight enough to hook a leash on a wound-up golden retriever. Now I began to worry if I would leave the shelter each Friday sobbing, if it would get all me, me, me. Yet, for a mere two hours a week, for the dogs, I thought, I could at least give the shelter a shot.'
'Penny. It’s just plain enough, winsome enough, for this spooked, slender dog but more than that, it has an understated positive ring. I’m thinking “lucky penny,” a bit of nearly worthless tarnished copper still worth bending over for. She hardly feels like a good-luck charm just now, but names alone can sway you. Maybe I can convince myself that bringing home this stray farm dog was a stroke of incredible good luck. Maybe, I think, like a child steeling herself against the monsters of the night, believing will make it so.
Maybe.'
'Who are these people, the ones who give up dogs? Researcher have found that they are mostly nothing like me. They are younger, less educated. They are renters with lower incomes than mine. They are more likely to have misconceptions about housebreaking and to have gotten their dog for free. They tend to keep their dogs outside and not take them to the vet or to training classes. One study found they are less likely to have nicknames for their pets or to carry their dog’s picture in their wallet. The researchers asked about the nick names and the picture because each indicates how strong a bond you have with your dog.'
'They are always our “children,” the Peter Pans among us. They are also our kindred spirits. We are each as social as social comes. Neither of us, human or dog, wants to be alone for long, and too much solitariness will undo us. We each like, even require, physical contact, far more than most other mammals. Our faces are each highly expressive, with even similar smiles, though most people keep their tongues in their mouths. Like us, most dogs play throughout their lives, though they keep to tennis balls and sticks while we graduate from blocks to tag to golf. We each like eye contact, a lot of it. For most of the animal kingdom, looking another creature directly in the eye almost always spells trouble, as in “I’m about to bite a leg or two off you.” Not between humans and their pet dogs, though, at least not the socialized ones, for whom eye contact is necessary social glue. The beauty of dogs is that you can look into their eyes endlessly, something you can’t do with another human, not even your lover.'
'Most of the behavior problems she saw as a consultant were the result of people using old-school punishment: nose swats, collar jerks, and so on, techniques that often scare dogs. What creates a bond, she tells me, is trust, trust that nothing bad will happen to human or dog. Most dogs naturally trust humans. We simply need not to squander that trust.'
'A dog without a human bond is always somewhat at sea, always looking for an anchor. I’ve seen this at the shelter, where most of the dogs throw themselves at me as if asking, “Are you the one?” That explains the tidal wave of unqualified love that rolls out of the kennels. Even the shy pups have trouble keeping their affection in check.'
'It took me a few years of volunteering before Luke, Boaz, and countless other shelter dogs made me realize they are not so much homeless as humanless, and that that was worse.'
'A clean dog has a better shot at getting adopted, as does a dog who puts his bottom on the floor on command. When people looking for a pet visit the kennels, first they exclaim, “Look how cute he is!” and then the chant starts: “Sit, sit, sit, sit, sit, sit.”'
'This great transformation was the result, mostly, of simply ignoring her. In her early, difficult months with us, | finally, in my sleepless, frazzled haze, thought to type the phrase “fearful dog into the Internet, and like an oracle, my computer screen provided me with answers. The oracle told me that I should pay Penny Jane as little attention as possible and stop looking at her, especially in the eye.'
'“How could I fall in love with a dog and not take him home? I can’t explain it, except to say that when you volunteer with shelter dogs, you become accustomed to saying good-bye, like a traveler making friends or having affairs along the road. It becomes a habit, a way of thinking. I found I could bond over and over knowing full well I would never see these dogs again, which was both curious and liberating. I often thought of myself as a kind of guardian angel to accompany them through the limbo of their shelter stay. “I’ll watch out for you,” I told Brody each time I returned him to his kennel.'
'When I tell people I volunteer at a shelter, the first question they ay, me is if it is a no-kill one. The term grates on me if only because there is no easy answer. I ought to just say yes, because technically it is. But the ARL doesn’t call itself that, for complicated reasons. I also know what the person is asking. What they want to knowing if the ARL euthanizes, or “kills,” any animals. They are thinking in black-and-white. The ARL, like so many shelters, exists in deep shades of gray, where no-kill does not mean exactly what it sounds like. The term rings with the clarity of a gong, but no-kill is no absolute.'
'The ARL is one of about 150 shelters that have taken play groups to heart. A year or so after Sadler trained the ARL staff they trained me. I learned how to watch the body language of multiple dogs at once, to note whose tail was stiff, whose was wagging I learned the rules of play group: no toys, no treats, no petting. We don’t want to give them anything to compete over. I learned that should a fight start and two dogs latch on to each other, not to pull them apart, because as you do, their clenched teeth will tear flesh, causing more harm.'
'I'd picture the dogs in their kennels, bored or frantic and I'd chuck my plans for a shopping trip. I’d dig my dreadful gray volunteer T-shirt out of my dresser, pull on a worn pair of jeans, grab my oily bait bag, and go. The more I volunteered with shelter dogs, the better | understood the bottomless depth of their needs and how little difference I could truly make. That realization can drive some volunteers away. It made me want to do more.'
'|f I had my way, this is what I would write on all the pitties’ kennels: "Classic American Dog.”'
'I asked Coleman what else shelters could do to find homes for more pitties. Her answer, in a way, was—nothing. Shelters need to treat them like dogs, any dogs, she told me.'
'The secret to the sauce was that there was none. As Coleman says, if the shelters treat them as they do any other dog, people think of them like any other dog, just like their grandparents and great-grandparents did.'
'As one shelter leader put it to me, it’s not a question of if a shelter dog will deteriorate. It’s a question of when. There’s some debate as to whether the dogs are deteriorating or, rather, displaying what is normal behavior under trying circumstances. That “normal” won't help dogs get adopted. That’s why the current thinking on remedying kennel stress is to find a dog a home pronto. In the meantime, shelters such as the ARL do what they can to relieve a dog’s duress with walks, play groups, snuggling, toy puzzles, all of which is referred to as “enrichment.” Other shelters have constructed larger, better buildings with training arenas and soundproof kennels. Rich Avanzino, of course, has the most radical answer to kennel stress: get rid of the shelters.'
'When people say to me, “I don’t know how you do it,” or tell me, “I’d adopt all the animals in the shelter,” I joke, “Then you would be an animal hoarder.” But what I think is, You don’t know the half of it. When I signed on to work with the red dogs, I unwittingly agreed to work with the dogs most at risk of being put down for their behavior. I agreed to step into a shadow, to give my heart to dogs I might never see again for the most final of reasons.'
'One of her bugaboos is the overemphasis on walking dogs in shelters, what she calls “mindless marches ' Mindless marches are dogs just plunging along, never looking back, while you cling to the leash, what volunteers across America, are doing as you read this. Dogs need more than exercise, Woodard says. They need to think. Training them actually uses more of their energy, she points out.'
'Like any matchmaker, | have my tricks. I once read a study that found that people were more inclined to adopt a dog if he lay down near them. That is why I take people looking at lapdogs to the Real Life Room and ask them to settle down onto the stained rug. I hand them treats or toys, whatever might make that dog nuzzle up to them. That same study essentially found that adopters also like dogs who will play with them. So I lead outside anyone looking at a pup who likes a good game of fetch. Fetch is like a love potion, especially if the dog drops the toy at someone's feet, especially if those feet belong to a young man.'
'In 1998 a study (albeit a small one, but one of the first of its king to be published) demonstrated that “the enemy” might not be the irresponsible jerks everyone assumed. They might just be people, regular people who make bad decisions, plan poorly, have bad luck, and get tripped up by life’s many demands and vagaries.'
'Not only were people’s reasons for giving up their pets complicated, but the people had spent weeks, months, and, in one case. close to a year procrastinating, racking their brains for other Solutions, or, as humans are inclined to do, hoping things would somehow just work out.'
'There are so many big-picture ways to help dogs, to find them more homes—new ways of thinking, fresh ideas to fill a crisp three-ring binder, long lists of training techniques—but I’m just a Shelter volunteer. All I can do is help these dogs one by one in the relatively short time I have, with a stroll, a game of fetch, some people-watching, or just a chance to be themselves.'