Unfolding Dog Story At Portland Airport- Seven Year Old Dog goes To New Home

Yesterday, I was n the Portland, Oregon airport waiting in line to go through security check.  It was about 8:45 in the morning and it was busy.  It seemed that everyone must have decided to take an early flight, because I have never seen the lines that long and I am no stranger to Portland airport.  Fortunately, had a lot of time before I had to board a plane to Chicago, so I wasn’t in a rush.

Standing in line in front of me was a man carrying a small furry dog.  He was talking with the couple in front of him about choosing a dog.  “We recently lost our dog,” said the woman.  “ You are doing the right thing,” said the man carrying the dog. He talked some more, and it soon became apparent that he bred dogs for a living or for a hobby.  “ I am very careful where I send my dogs.  I make the people come and pick him up from me.”  It seems like he talked with them a long time before he would sell one of the dogs. He never said what he charged for the dogs, but I assume that it was a fair amount, given how particular he was.

He then began talking about the little furry dog that he was holding.  “ He is a great dog.  I love him.”  The woman wanted to know his age.  The answer was immediately forthcoming “seven years old.”  Suddenly the man with the dog started waving his arm, the one without the dog, in the air.  Within a few seconds a woman appeared carrying an empty dog carrier.  She greeted the man and petted the dog. “ Oh he is about the same size as my six year old dog at home.  They will get along fine.”  She said a few more things and it became apparent that she was going to take this seven-year-old dog home with her on the plane.

The breeder handed the dog to the woman and attempted to take a picture of the two.  The dog wouldn’t look at the man, and kept turning his head away from the camera.  The breeder tried several more times unsuccessfully before he gave up.  It was obvious that this little dog wasn’t going to allow his picture to be taken.  He had a wounded look in his eye.  I couldn’t help wonder if he knew exactly what was going on and that he soon would be given away.  After living with the breeder for seven years, he was being handed over like a baton to the next human, who was willing to pay a price.  Poor little dog.

It made me wonder how anyone could sell a dog after having it for so long.  One couldn’t just give a kid away, so why could a human sell a dog?  My guess is that neither the breeder nor the woman who bought the dog had any idea how much this dog suffered.  I moved to another line so I wouldn’t have to witness any more.

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