So I had to go to the Navy base to get new decals for one of our cars today. As I was walking out of the Pass and ID office, this man walked by with one of the tiniest chihuahas I've ever seen. She came right over to me, and I bent down to pet her. The first thing I said to the man was "Oh my God...she's so skinny..." And she was. She was so malnourished and thin, that she was missing patches of hair, and I could see every bone in her little body...even the vertebrae in her tail. It made me so sad. Her nails desperately needed to be clipped. It was obvious that she was not taken care of at all.
The man proceeded to tell me that he does feed her (what, once a week?!), but that he just doesn't have the time for her anymore, so he's been looking for a good home for her. He works two jobs, yada yada yada...every excuse iin the book to justify the condition of this poor little dog. She, at this point, had climbed into my arms, and successfully melted my heart. I asked if he was seriously looking to find her a good hime, and he said yes, but that he wanted to sell her...he paid $650 for her (why someone would pay so much for a dog only to neglect it is beyond me...), and would sell her for $450. I told him that he would probably be hard pressed to find anyone willing to pay so much for a dog in such poor shape. He, of course, seemed shocked at my response.
Guys, I was willing to write this man a check for $100 for this dog, just to save the poor little thing...but for some reason, I didn't. I knew my husband would kill me if I brought home another dog. Let alone paid $100 for this
itiful looking little thing. I doubt the man would've taken $100 for her anyway. He seemed to think he could get a lot more. So I told him that I wasn't in a position to pay so much for her, but that I would love to take her and care for her and love her. He said "Well, if you change your mind, please call me. She needs to go to someone like you." he wrote his number down on a torn piece of paper he had in his pocket, and continued on his way. It has taken every ounce of self control in me to not call him back and tell him that I'm coming to pick up this dog.
I know DH doesn't want another dog, and he's usually not a small-breed person, but I cannot stop thinking about this poor little dog. WHAT SHOULD I DO?!!?! My heart and head are at complete odds with each other right now...