
Originally Posted by
generalmeow
It was so long ago I can't remember if it was me or a family member (probably a family member as I remember so little about it), but there was an attempt made to get a shelter animal. And the hoops they wanted you to jump through to adopt an animal were BS. They'd practically, or maybe even literally, come to your house to interview you to see if you'd be good for the pet.
"Let me get this straight: you would rather kill the animal than give it to me without a body cavity search?" "Yes".
I have no problem taking a shelter pet, and I feel terrible for them. But I'm not going to deal with the shelter people. I'm turned off for life.
I want to go on the record in saying that if I'm ever in prison, getting ready to be put to sleep, I'll let anyone take me out of there, even if there's a 1% chance they're an axe murderer.