How to Choose Carriers for Your Dogs

23 Mar 2009

23 Mar, 2009 Training

I first had a glance to Jim in the parking lot of Gibson’s discount stores in Montrose, Colorado, where his breeder brought him to meet me at the agreed-upon time. A man I met briefly just lost a Wolfhound named Zaephod, and though this man and I had nothing in common, and I would not even considered taking a restaurant recommendation from him, there was something about the way he talked about Zaephod who stayed with me for years. I did not know anything of breeders and their varying scruples at the time, as all my other dogs had been pound rescues. I saw an ad for Wolfhound puppies in the Denver Post one day and without doing the slightest bit of research, called the number and bought a dog.

In the seven years since that day, I have heard many things about various breeders, few of them complimentary. I have heard the words “puppy mill” used in connection with their names. I have heard about those who breed sick dogs to sick dogs to make a buck or two off the litter, with little or no regard for the future of the puppies that they sell. I have no way of knowing whether any of that is true of Jim’s breeder, but it strikes me that if you’re out to make a buck, breeding dogs who eat enough to double their body weight six times during the first twelve weeks of their lives might not be the very best strategy.

Actually the first day when we brought him home from the animal shelter, Jim took over the place next to the arm chair in the living room as his favorite spot. From there he is watching our life. He is observing my boyfriend when he is unpacking the groceries in the kitchen, and he is following me with his eyes when I ravage the refrigerator at night. When I am working at my desk I feel his stare in my back.Often I ask myself what is Jim thinking of me? Does he know that I cheat on my boyfriend with his tennis partner? Does he have a clue that I get no work done on my book for weeks now? Does he think I am a failure? Does he feel disappointed?At night, when he comes to my desk and lays his head on my lap, I think he wants to tell me something. Does he want to complain because I don’t pay him enough attention? Does he want to cheer me up?

Gradually Jim and I became very closed friends. I nearly can not live without him in my life. Just like a soulmate he seems could understand me completely. Something I really wanna do for Jim that I thought about it for long time but could not figure out what I could do for him properly. Just one day afternoon an ad in magazine occurred me. It was a little dog carrier which looked very cute and special. To be honest, I never had thought about the dog carrier. But at that moment I realized it was just a home for Jim. So I asked one of my friends who’s a vet that how to choose carriers for your dogs then afterwards decided to buy one. Simply gorgeous! It was perfect for Jim. Everything was suitable to him and I would never worry about his coldness and loneliness while I go out. Hey there, just get a dog carrier for your pet if you really love him. It’s probably the best gift for pups.