Gimme Shelter

The pack on a recent hike in Pike National Forest.
As Sam Beam observed, ‘even good dogs together go wild.’

In the foggy past, when I was an employable journalist and newspapers were still a thing, I interviewed the director of a county animal control shelter in northern Montana for an article about the facility’s skyrocketing intake and euthanasia numbers.

The area was largely blue-to-black collar, a mix of agriculture and mining boosted by seasonal tourism. At the time, nearby resorts were seeing a jump in winter sports popularity, wealthy out-of-staters were building part-time palaces, and the oil-and-gas industry was affixing a new batch of leeches to some of the most beautiful land in the country; this meant a sudden influx of laborers and their families (and pets), but due to the nature of the work, and the physical and economic boundaries of the region, few could or would remain long term. When people lose their jobs and have to move, pets often end up behind bars for crimes they didn’t commit.

Reese's adoption eventually led to a full-fledged pack, and to the human no longer being allowed to volunteer at animal shelters.
Reese’s adoption eventually led to a full-fledged pack, and to the human no longer being allowed to volunteer at animal shelters.

The county’s animal control director was a law enforcement veteran then in his mid-50s; he had been rewarded for decades of service with a position that oversaw the intake of nearly 3,500 dogs and cats annually, and the extermination of more than one-third of those animals because the shelter had little space and less budget, and there were limited no-kill organizations and foster homes at the time to help lessen the load. Most of the animals that passed through the shelter were relinquished by owners unable to care for or move with them, or that had simply been abandoned to fate.

A rugged Big Sky State native with a sturdy, stoic façade and direct manner, the man melted into a wet mess when he discussed putting the animals down and the toll it took on those who did it. He had grown up on a ranch, he explained, and was accustomed to dogs as working and companion animals. He pursued his very role because he thought it a noble endeavor and one in which he could make a positive impact; he respected the animals as individual beings, creatures with souls. Hell, he and his wife had three dogs in their comparatively small residential home; each of the dogs was a rescue that had come close to its expiration date in the shelter. If the family still had the ranch, he remarked in a rare moment of levity, he would have to cite himself for having too many dogs.

The human ludicrously thought he could foster Wyatt via a no-kill animal shelter, but just look at that face….
The human ludicrously thought he could foster Wyatt via a no-kill animal shelter, but just look at that face….

October is Adopt-a-Shelter-Dog Month, and if you’re considering a canine I beg you like an ill-mannered mutt to give a shelter pet a chance (and if you don’t at least think about it, you are hereby sentenced to multiple guilt-viewings of the depressing Sarah McLachlan ASPCA commercial that even she cannot bear to watch). I understand that people have breed fetishes1, and I get the desire to maintain the bloodlines; without people like this, we would not have been blessed with Best in Show. But a dog is no healthier, no easier to train, no more predictable, no better a companion for having a notarized family tree and costing the equivalent of a car down payment. (And if you’re a breed snob, remember that purebreds end up in shelters too, they just usually don’t pack their paperwork; puppy mills and overbreeding are believed to contribute to between 25 and 30 percent of the U.S. animal shelter population.)

Miles (then assigned the awful name Catalino) was adopted from an animal control shelter in Pocatello, Idaho, which in turn rescued him from an illegal (and neglectful) breeding operation.
Miles (then assigned the awful name Catalino) was adopted from an animal control shelter in Pocatello, Idaho, which in turn rescued him from an illegal (and neglectful) breeding operation.

I did not intend to adopt a dog the day I acquired Reese, which was the same day I visited the animal control shelter to discuss the county’s unwanted pet problem. But something connected between that then-football-size, yowling lunatic and I as I toured the facility’s adoption pens.

I inquired about the rambunctious, 3-month-old, husky-shepherd mix, who more than any of the other dogs seemed to want out.

Me: What do I do if I’m interested in one of the dogs?

Animal control worker: You give me 25 dollars2 and I give you the dog.

Me: Um, I think I want the little loud one….

As Reese, then merely and literally a number, was escorted out of his kennel, the animal control employee stepped around the counter to present me with a certificate good for one free neutering (for the dog, not myself) and some preliminary supplies. She patted Reese on the head.

“I’m glad someone got him,” she said. “He was due to be put down in a couple days.”

Anthony rallies the pack.
Anthony rallies the pack.

The world, I believe, is a better place for Reese’s presence. He has provided more happiness in our 10-plus years together than any drug or man-made entertainment3. Millions of dogs4—big and small, young and old, loungers and runners, calm and crazed, mutt and pedigreed (in other words: the perfect dog)—are waiting in shelters to offer the same.

1I have a noted fixation for the wolfish breeds, particularly huskies and malamutes, attributable to an overconsumption of Jack London, Farley Mowat, Walt Morey and Barry Lopez books as a child.
2Reese cost only $5 more than Meriwether Lewis paid for his famed Newfoundland, Seaman, in 1803. Our adventures may not be as noteworthy, but Reese has proven a likewise sagacious and steadfast companion—even on a trip down the Missouri River—despite being of mixed breeds (though I would note that his personality is more Irish-Jamaican than Siberian-German).
3Even if his adoption led to three more rescue dogs and the insanity and expenses entailed therein.
4 Like most things gone shitshow on this planet, humans are responsible for the overpopulation of homeless pets (failure to spay or neuter, irresponsible adoption, unethical/illicit breeding, etc.). While there is no central reporting system for animal shelters in the United States, the Humane Society estimates in its Pets by the Numbers report that 6 to 8 million dogs and cats enter shelters each year; of the cats and dogs considered adoptable, roughly one-third to one-half are eventually euthanized.

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  1. At the resort I have just returned from in Greece the hotel had a couple of very friendly dogs, and one not quite so friendly. They would greet guests joyously but respectfully in the mornings, accompany people down to the beach, swim with them and lie near them for a while on the beach.
    It turns out they were all abandoned by people who had lived in the area and gone away, leaving them to a fate that could have been very nasty.
    Do you have a puppy farming problem in the US as we do here? And people taking on dogs with no real notion of what the costs are and how much is involved? We also have big problems with no pet clauses, particularly in rented accommodation, that mean pets have to be given up.
    I am glad you found Reece. I agree the world is a better place for having him in it. And the problems of unwanted pets are down to humans. We have a peculiar inability to face up to the consequences of our actions, whether climate crisis, endangered species, foxes and bears in towns, or unwanted pet animal populations.
    Do you know the DH Lawrence poem Mountain Lion?
    I have a feeling you do.


    1. I’m looking forward to catching up on your recent adventures. We do have a puppy farming problem here; while awareness has increased, and more people are adopting dogs (and cats) from shelters, the figures on shelter intakes and euthanizations remain high. I was saddened to learn that roughly a third of dogs that end up in shelters come from breeding operations.
      I also wish, as you mentioned, that more people considered the long-term costs of caring for pets. (Though life sometimes knocks down even the most prepared; in the four-year span in which I adopted the dogs, I was financially stable, but the recession and multiple layoffs changed that. It’s required some sacrifices to cope with Miles’s medical issues, etc. I would never consider giving up any of the dogs, but I understand why some people feel like they’re left with no choice.)
      And I love Mountain Lion! I have not read it in a while, but I especially remember the lines about men being the only animal in the world to fear, and how we might spare a million or two humans and never miss them. At the very least, we could certainly do without a hundred or two politicians.

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  2. Very nice!
    I’ve just shared this in my Facebook newsfeed (heavily populated by fire-breathing, Scott-Walker-loathing Wisconsin democrats); hopefully some will take a political time-out and go and adopt a dog. (Not that I want to give Walker any room to relax; just add some balance to my FB friends’ day.)
    Looks like others are sharing it too. O wonderful facebook!


    1. Thanks for reading (and for sharing)! And I feel your pain on the upcoming election; we have some particularly brutal races/issues in Colorado as well. I’ve been trying to spend more time outside with the dogs just to avoid the TV ads.


      1. Dogs would help; even the great outdoors all by itself is a good therapy. I’ve heard of the CO senate race, of course, and have my fingers crossed. I thought the whole world was just sick of the GOP; guess I got that wrong.


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